Siheyuan: Starting with one acre and three fen of land

The next morning, the morning light shone on the window paper, the room became brighter, and gradually became warmer.

On the bed in the corner of the room, Yi Zhonghai was lying in the quilt, still sleeping soundly.

One of his arms stretched out from the warm quilt and was exposed to the slightly cool air. He felt the chill and his hair shivered.

Widow Xu was lying on the outside of the bed. Her eyelids trembled slightly and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyeballs moved flexibly and she quickly woke up from her sleep.

She felt Yi Zhonghai's movements beside her and heard his steady breathing. She secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Everything was going as planned.

Widow Xu pulled back the quilt and sat up. The moment she stood up, she felt a chill and her skin was instantly covered with goose bumps.

She just frowned slightly, then regained her firm expression.

Widow Xu's eyes fell on Yi Zhonghai, and she silently said in her heart: "It has come to this point, and we can only continue."

She took a deep breath, her eyes flashing with determination, and pursed her lips.

Suddenly, she raised her hand and hit Yi Zhonghai with a punch, while deliberately screaming.

"Snap~" The crisp sound echoed in the silent room.

"what!"

There was already someone waiting outside. This person was a hired assassin who said he was Widow Xu's distant cousin and called him Third Brother.

He heard the noise and pretended to be anxious. He pushed the door hard and it opened with a loud bang.

Amid the flying dust, he strode towards the bed, calling anxiously, "Big sister, what's wrong with you?"

When he rushed to the bed, he saw that Widow Xu looked very pitiful. She was holding the quilt tightly with both hands, curled up in the corner of the bed, sobbing softly.

Yi Zhonghai still had a bewildered look on his face, with one hand covering his cheek. The bright red fingerprints on half of his cheek were particularly eye-catching.

His eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, and his hangover mind had not yet cleared up.

There was no time to sort out the sudden chaos and I could only stare blankly at the scene in front of me.

"Yi Zhonghai! How could you do this? This is ruining my sister's reputation!"

Third Brother Xu had a furious look on his face. He shouted at Yi Zhonghai and pointed at him, seeming to be trembling slightly with anger.

Perhaps the burning pain on Yi Zhonghai's face slowly brought him back to consciousness, and his eyes fell on the sobbing Widow Xu.

He frowned, thinking back to what happened last night. He only remembered that he was in a good mood, but after drinking a few more glasses, he couldn't remember anything.

But the situation before him made it clear that he was not in the right no matter what, and his mind raced, thinking about how to resolve this crisis.

Hearing Third Brother Xu's scolding, Yi Zhonghai looked away from Widow Xu and turned to Third Brother Xu in front of the bed. He didn't say a word and just stared at him closely.

Seeing this, Brother Xu raised his eyebrows, his eyes were as sharp as knives, and he glared back fiercely.

He is a veteran in this area and has rich experience. How could he be scared by Yi Zhonghai?

"Okay! You still want to play dumb, right? Now is different from before. Just wait to be taken to the target shooting!"

After saying this, he turned around and pretended to go out to report to the police.

One step, two steps, three steps...

"Brother Xu, wait! Let's talk it over!"

Yi Zhonghai's voice came from behind him, with a hint of urgency in his voice, trying to stop Brother Xu from taking a step forward.

Only then did Third Brother Xu turn around and walk back to the bed, glance at Widow Xu, and glare at Yi Zhonghai.

"Yi Zhonghai, tell me how you plan to solve this problem."

Yi Zhonghai smiled bitterly, pointed at the scene in front of him, and said in a calm tone: "It's not appropriate to talk like this, right? At least put on some clothes first."

"That's not possible! What if you pull up your pants and refuse to recognize me?" Brother Xu San waved his hand to reject his suggestion, fearing that he would bite back.

Widow Xu now cooperated and cried even louder, her tears rolling down like beads from a broken string.

Yi Zhonghai had really thought about doing this, but no matter what the truth was, he would have no chance of having a good reputation even if the mud fell off his crotch.

As long as the Xu family brought people to the courtyard or the factory to make trouble, he would not be able to accept it.

What's more, women's work is taken very seriously nowadays, and there are people in the street office who specialize in women's work.

Yi Zhonghai didn't expect that Xu San, who looked big and strong, was so thoughtful and could guess what he was thinking.

But at the moment, I couldn't think of any good way to gain his trust, so I couldn't help but shout back: "If that doesn't work, then report it to the police!"

When Third Brother Xu heard this, he knew in his heart that this was not a fight to the death, and the expression on his face eased a little.

He crossed his arms and glanced at Yi Zhonghai: "How can I trust you when you are just talking nonsense?"

Seeing that his attitude had softened, Yi Zhonghai had an idea and hurriedly told him his own plan.

"I'll write you an IOU. If you don't acknowledge it, you can just come to me with the IOU and ask for the money. Is that ok?"

Third Brother Xu touched his chin, thinking that it was no use to keep the stalemate going like this, and nodded in agreement: "Hmph, you're smart! I'll go find some paper and pen."

After saying that, he turned and walked to the cabinet beside him, opened the door, deliberately rummaged around inside, and finally took out the paper, pen and broken ink pad.

"Here, I give you the thing. This ink pad is an old one, so you can just use it as it is!" As he said that, he threw the thing to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai took the paper and pen, his eyes flickering, and he had his own little plan in mind.

Under the eyes of Brother Xu San, Yi Zhonghai had to lower his head and write the IOU carefully.

But when he finished writing the amount, Third Brother Xu's voice rang out like thunder, interrupting his thoughts: "Yi Zhonghai, you are still not honest!

"Two hundred dollars, is that a lot for you? Or do you think I'm a fool and easy to fool?"

Yi Zhonghai's intentions were exposed by the sudden shout. The pen in his hand trembled violently, and a trace of regret and unwillingness flashed in his eyes.

He looked up at Brother Xu San and replied helplessly: "Then how much do you want to write?"

Brother Xu San stretched out his hand in front of him and opened his palm.

Yi Zhonghai's eyes narrowed, and he asked cautiously, "Five hundred?"

"Five thousand!"

Yi Zhonghai's face suddenly changed when he heard this. Even though he was prepared, he couldn't help but gasp: "Five thousand? Are you crazy?"

"Then how much did you say?" Brother Xu San asked back, with determination in his eyes.

Yi Zhonghai saw that he couldn't escape, so he gritted his teeth and said, "One thousand!"

When Brother Xu San heard this number, his eyes lit up and he felt a little excited.

But thinking about the current situation, it is not like when I worked alone before. If something goes wrong, not only will I not get the money, but I will also lose the original salary.

He sighed inwardly and shook his head: "No need to argue back and forth, three thousand! Not a cent less!"

When Widow Xu heard this number, her mind went blank and her crying became softer.

Although I knew that Yi Zhonghai was rich, I didn't expect him to be so rich.

In the current situation, Yi Zhonghai obviously wants to pay money to settle the matter. Since he mentioned one thousand, it is very likely that he can come up with it.

Her eyes were full of disbelief and her heart was filled with mixed feelings.

Yi Zhonghai frowned and calculated his savings in his mind. If Wang Yayan hadn't taken away the money, the difference wouldn't be much.

The situation is stronger than the person. He knows that today's matter cannot be settled with money, so he can only accept the defeat.

He sighed, picked up the pen again and wrote an IOU, pressing repeatedly on the broken ink pad before placing his fingerprint.