Siheyuan, the opening gun is aimed at Yi Zhonghai

In recent years, due to the rise of the "primary school" organized by Zhou Zheng, a chain reaction has been triggered, and schools have also begun to pay attention to the "holiday tutoring" project.

The reason why Yan Fugui was not seen at the whole school meeting in the evening was because some teachers of Hongxing Primary School held a study class during the winter vacation, and Yan Fugui was one of the teachers.

Of course, this is not free, Yan Fugui is more passionate about the career of "tutoring".

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yan Fugui walked home from the cram school and returned to the courtyard at around nine o'clock.

Then I heard from the third aunt Yang Ruihua about the farce in the courtyard in the evening.

"Uh...did I miss something?"

Not caring about the fatigue from a day of tutoring, he quickly rummaged through the wardrobe.

Yang Ruihua didn't understand Yan Fugui's behavior and followed him to question him.

"Old Yan, what are you doing... Tell me what you are looking for, maybe I know where it is."

Yan Fugui ignored Yang Ruihua and continued searching.

"It was placed here, how come it's gone..."

He closed his eyes and thought for a moment.

Then he slapped his thigh hard.

"Oh, that's right, how could I have forgotten... that thing should be..."

As he spoke, he walked towards the inner room without even closing the door of the closet.

Yang Ruihua frowned and complained: "Why are you so impatient..."

But he did not follow Yan Fugui into the inner room.

After a while, Yan Fugui came out from the inner room holding a yellowed piece of letter paper.

"Haha, I found it. I finally found it."

Yang Ruihua asked: "Boss, what is this?"

Yan Fugui snorted.

"Hey, this..."

"Isn't it the agreement you mentioned? I'll deliver it to Zhou Zheng. This will be considered as repaying the favor Zhou Zheng has done for helping Jiefang and Jie Kuang find jobs."

Yang Ruihua said suspiciously: "Can this thing be used to offset human feelings..."

Yan Fugui smiled complacently.

"You don't understand this..."

"Who is Zhou Zheng now!"

"I can't repay his favor, but if I send him this agreement, it will represent our attitude and show that we are close to him. If he has any benefit, he will definitely support us."

"Moreover……"

"Jie Di is also looking for a job. Let Zhou Zheng help her. He will definitely be able to find a job near us."

"okay……"

"You stay at home, I'll send it to him right away..."

……

In the east wing is Zhou Zheng’s home.

Dinner lasted until about half past eight.

Drinking beer makes the meal take longer.

They had just finished clearing the table and were sitting on the sofa in the main room chatting.

The main reason was that He Yuzhu was drunk and insisted on talking to Yang Xiaoman...

knock knock knock.

There was a knock on the door.

He Yushui stood up: "I'll go open the door."

Tian Xinyue asked suspiciously: "Who is it? It's so late..."

Zhou Zheng guessed: "Old Yan..."

"Their cram school ends at 8pm."

"..."

After just two sentences, He Yushui brought people back to the house, and it was indeed Yan Fugui.

"Old Yan, what's the matter?"

Yan Fugui handed the letter to Zhou Zheng while greeting him.

"Zhu Zi is here too..."

"That's just right!"

"As soon as I got home, my wife told me about what happened that night and mentioned this agreement."

"I just wanted to send it to you."

"Everything has been made clear. It's not appropriate to leave it to me."

"Of course, we can't leave it to Yi Zhonghai and the others..."

Zhou Zheng understood what Yan Fugui meant and smiled.

"Well, that's all..."

"Sit down, don't just stand."

As he spoke, he handed the agreement to He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu seemed to have sobered up as well. He took the agreement and looked at it eagerly, and only exclaimed after he finished reading it.

“Oh my god, what the hell…”

"This guy doesn't even treat me as a human being."

Yang Xiaoman also leaned over to read the content.

Yan Fugui sat on an empty stool and He Yushui handed him a glass of water.

He then said: "Well, nothing unusual..."

"In that era, the agreement for buying and selling 'slaves' was written like this. But don't ask me for the details, I don't know either. Anyway, it was supervised by the old lady in the backyard at that time. I'm afraid I have to find He Daqing to explain the details."

He Yuzhu was so angry that his mouth was grimacing.

"no……"

"It's okay if outsiders are plotting against me, but what's going on with my father?"

"You really sold me out..."

Yan Fugui said: "Zhu Zi, in fact, almost all the old households in the courtyard know about you."

"That's why no one helped you all those years."

"During the Republic of China era, this agreement was still effective."

"Even when the country was first founded, no one wanted to run into this bad luck. You can understand what I mean, right?"

Zhou Zheng interrupted with a laugh:

"That's just bullshit..."

"These are all feudal dregs, and they are simply not something that can be discussed openly. Who wants to argue with them about this?"

Yan Fugui smiled helplessly.

"Ha, they didn't bring that up."

"I was thinking..."

"The old lady just couldn't accept it, so she asked Old Yi to plot against Zhuzi openly or secretly."

"Maybe they never thought... that you would sing such a song today."

"It's over now."

He stood up quickly.

"Okay, I won't disturb your rest."

"I'm going back..."

"I just got back and haven't had dinner yet."

Having said that, he walked out of the house.

Zhou Zhengying said: "Okay, then you can go back."

Then he winked at He Yushui.

He Yushui followed Yan Fugui.

"Teacher Yan, I'll see you off..."

Tian Xinyue picked up the "letter paper" on the coffee table and read the contents on it. After reading, she smiled and handed the "letter paper" to Zhou Zheng.

Zhou Zheng also took a quick look.

The content is almost the same as what the deaf woman said.

But the text seems a bit confusing, as if He Daqing sold He Yuzhu to a deaf woman.

No wonder He Yuzhu said “Fuck”.

Because no other language could express how fucked up he felt.

It has been more than ten years since the founding of the country...

It was also the first time that Zhou Zheng saw the "indenture", and he couldn't help but look at He Yuzhu with sympathy.

"It turns out that Shazhu has always been a slave in their eyes."

"Haha, my dear grandson..."

"This is a real grandson."

Yang Xiaoman pulled He Yuzhu's sleeve.

"Pillar……"

"Well, it's quite late. Let's go back and stop disturbing Brother Zhou Zheng."

He Yuzhu was no longer in the mood to talk and looked at Zhou Zheng with a wry smile.

"Hey, Masako, then..."

"Your sister-in-law and I will go back first."

Zhou Zheng smiled slightly: "Okay, let's go back."

"Have a good night's rest."

"Don't take it to heart. It's all in the past. The feudal remnants can't cause any more trouble."

"Have a good life."

At this time, He Yushui came back after sending Yan Fugui off, and saw He Yuzhu and Yang Xiaoman had already stood up, and immediately asked: "Brother, sister-in-law, you are going back."

Yang Xiaoman responded: "Well..., it's too late."

"Your brother and I won't disturb your rest."

He Yushui blushed.

'What is this sister-in-law saying?'

"Can't you see there are three of us? How embarrassing!"

She smiled awkwardly.

"Aha..."

"Okay, then you guys should go to bed early too."

Having said that, he went to see He Yuzhu off, and Yang Xiaoman left the yard.

Until He Yuzhu left, Tian Xinyue chuckled.

"Oh, he is also a miserable person..."