Siheyuan: Start with a Truck Driver

The next day, the sun shone on the bluestone road of the quadrangle, but Yan Jiecheng's mind was all on Wang Weidong's small courtyard next door. He paced back and forth in the courtyard, staring at the small courtyard that was not connected to the quadrangle, frowning, thinking about how to get in.

"Hmph, I have to think of a way." Yan Jiecheng muttered quietly. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. He turned and ran back to the house, took a worn-out piece of clothing, and then quietly came to the edge of the courtyard wall. He looked around, and after making sure that no one was paying attention, he threw the clothes over the courtyard wall into the small courtyard.

"Hehe, now I have a reason to go in." Yan Jiecheng was secretly proud of himself and was about to go out and knock on the door of the courtyard. At this time, Liu Haizhong passed by slowly humming a little tune.

Liu Haizhong saw Yan Jiecheng acting sneaky, stopped, and asked suspiciously, "Yan Jiecheng, what are you doing here? You're so secretive."

Yan Jiecheng was startled, but immediately pretended to be calm and replied impatiently: "It's none of your business, go on your way and don't meddle in other people's business here."

Liu Haizhong frowned and narrowed his eyes: "You must be up to no good. You are hanging around the wall. Are you planning something bad again?"

Yan Jiecheng rolled his eyes and raised his voice: "I told you it has nothing to do with you, don't make blind guesses here. I know my own business, so leave now."

Liu Haizhong took a few steps forward and stared into Yan Jiecheng's eyes. "If you don't explain clearly, I won't leave. Are you planning to do something to Wang Weidong's courtyard? I'm telling you, if I find out you're doing something bad, you'll be in trouble."

Yan Jiecheng was a little panicked, but he still pretended to be calm, and pulled an unnatural smile: "Uncle Liu, you are overthinking. What bad idea could I have? I just accidentally threw the clothes into the yard, and was about to knock on the door to get them back. Don't wrongly accuse a good person here."

Liu Haizhong looked at the courtyard wall, then looked at Yan Jiecheng, half believing and half doubting: "Really? Don't lie, kid."

Yan Jiecheng said sincerely, "Uncle Liu, why would I lie to you? Do you think I'm that kind of person? Please don't waste my time here."

Although Liu Haizhong still suspected Yan Jiecheng, he had no evidence and could not say anything. He snorted, "It's better that you don't cause trouble for the hospital." After saying that, he left with a lot of suspicion.

Watching Liu Haizhong walk away, Yan Jiecheng breathed a sigh of relief and cursed in a low voice: "Humph, old man, you almost ruined my good deeds." Then he straightened his clothes and walked towards the gate of the small courtyard, with that cunning light in his eyes again.
Yan Jiecheng came to the gate of the courtyard, took a deep breath, raised his hand and knocked on the door gently a few times.

Yan Jiecheng came to the gate of the courtyard with ulterior motives. He stretched out his hand and knocked on the door a few times, neither lightly nor heavily, but his eyes were fixed on the crack in the door, as if he could see the situation in the yard through it.

At this time, Guan Tingting was sitting on the sofa in the house reading quietly. The sudden knock on the door made her frown slightly. She put down the book, stood up and walked to the door, slowly opening it. When she saw that the person standing outside the door was Yan Jiecheng, the son of the third uncle in the compound, a trace of doubt flashed in her eyes. She knew that although this courtyard and the compound were close, they did not have much intersection on weekdays, and she had also heard some rumors about Yan Jiecheng.

"Are you Yan Jiecheng?" Guan Tingting asked softly, with a hint of alienation in her tone.

Yan Jieben had bad intentions from the beginning, and when he saw Guan Tingting, he was stunned. His eyes seemed to be glued to Guan Tingting, and he greedily scanned her delicate face. Her high nose bridge and rosy lips were like delicate rose petals, which made people feel excited.

Seeing Yan Jiecheng staring at her without responding, Guan Tingting frowned even more and felt a little disgusted. She raised her voice and asked again, "Yan Jiecheng, what can I do for you?"

This shout brought Yan Jiecheng back to his senses. He blinked in panic, trying to cover up his loss of composure, and stammered, "Oh... Oh, that's it, I... My clothes accidentally fell into your yard, I... I want to go in and pick them up." As he spoke, he pointed at the conspicuous clothes in the yard, but his eyes couldn't help but wander on Guan Tingting.

Guan Tingting stood at the door, remembering Wang Weidong's serious warning when they first moved in: "Tingting, the residents in this compound are not good people. You have to be careful and don't have too much contact with them." So she said to Yan Jiecheng with a vigilant look: "Don't come in. I'll help you get your clothes out. You wait here."

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, his heart skipped a beat. He had originally planned to go into the yard under the pretext of picking up clothes, so as to take the opportunity to look for any valuable antiques that he could steal. Now that this plan was going to fail, he immediately became anxious. His eyes became fierce, and he reached out to push Guan Tingting, trying to force his way into the yard: "No, I have to go in and find it myself, don't worry about it."

Guan Tingting was startled by his sudden action. She pushed against the door and shouted angrily, "What are you doing? Get out! This is my home, you are not welcome."

Yan Jiecheng ignored it and continued to squeeze in, shouting, "I'll just go in for a second, it will be quick, don't be so stingy."

Just when the two were at a stalemate, Xu Damao happened to pass by. He saw this scene, ran over quickly, and asked loudly: "Tingting, what's going on?"

Guan Tingting seemed to have seen a savior. She said anxiously and angrily, "Brother Xu, this Yan Jiecheng is such a scoundrel. He said his clothes fell in my yard, and I kindly offered to help him get them, but he insisted on coming in by himself and tried to force his way in. This is too much!"

Xu Damao's face darkened when he heard this. He was asked by Wang Weidong to take care of Guan Tingting, so he couldn't just ignore this matter. He stepped forward, grabbed Yan Jiecheng and shouted, "Yan Jiecheng, what do you want to do? Tingting asked you to wait outside, so you should wait honestly and don't act like a rogue."

Yan Jiecheng was held back by Xu Damao, and he became even more angry. He glared at Xu Damao and shouted, "Xu Damao, don't meddle in other people's business. This is between her and me. It's only natural for me to go into the yard to get my clothes."

Xu Damao sneered: "Huh, take the clothes? I don't think you have good intentions. Tingting said she would help you get it, but you still insisted on going in. What do you want to do? Don't think I don't know what you are thinking." Yan Jiecheng saw that he couldn't force his way in, so he started to act like a rogue again. He sat on the ground and said, "I have to go in today. These clothes are mine, and I have to find them myself. If you don't let me in, I won't leave. I will come here every day to make trouble." He waved his arms as he spoke.
Xu Damao looked at Yan Jiecheng who was sitting on the ground and making a scene, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. He was secretly happy. This was a great opportunity to curry favor with Wang Weidong. He stepped forward, looked down at Yan Jiecheng, and warned him coldly:

"Yan Jiecheng, I'm telling you, if you dare to take another step forward today and barge into this yard, I will immediately send you to the main courtyard and let everyone in the courtyard see your shameless face. Humph, don't you think that if I hadn't lent money to the third uncle yesterday, you would have been arrested for breaking the wine jug. Now you are still acting like a scoundrel in front of me!"

When Yan Jiecheng heard this, he snorted in his heart. He did not take Xu Damao's warning seriously and retorted with his neck stiff:

"Xu Damao, stop trying to scare me. I'm not afraid of you! I just went in to get some clothes. What's wrong with that? The clothes are mine. I must get them. Am I going to leave them in this yard? Don't think you're great just because you borrowed money yesterday. That's a matter between you and my family. What does it have to do with me going into the yard to get clothes? Stop meddling in other people's business here. Get out of the way!"

Xu Damao was so angry at Yan Jiecheng's ignorant words that his face turned red. He pointed at Yan Jiecheng and cursed:
"You bastard, you really took my kindness for granted. I think you are just looking for trouble. You want to enter this yard with bad intentions, right? I tell you, with me here, you can't even take a single step into this yard unless you step over me!"

Yan Jiecheng also stood up, clenched his fists, and said viciously:

"Xu Damao, don't be so arrogant. I am not a pushover. I am determined to get this dress today, and no one can stop me!"

Xu Damao's eyes widened in disbelief. He never thought that Yan Jiecheng would dare to go against him. Anger suddenly flared up in his chest. Without saying a word, he swung his arm violently and slapped Yan Jiecheng in the face with all his strength.

"Pa!" The slap hit Yan Jiecheng's face hard, the sound was crisp and loud, echoing in the yard. Yan Jiecheng's head was hit and suddenly tilted to one side. A red palm print appeared on his face instantly, and a trace of blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. He only felt a buzzing in his ears and a dizzy head.

But this slap also completely ignited Yan Jiecheng's anger. His eyes were wide open, as if they were about to spit fire, and he roared: "Xu Damao, you dare to hit me!" Before he finished speaking, he clenched his fist like an angry bull and swung it at Xu Damao's face with all his strength. This punch was filled with anger and humiliation, and it was extremely fast and powerful.

Xu Damao had never expected Yan Jiecheng to fight back, and was hit hard in the left eye by this punch without any defense. He felt a black screen in front of his eyes, a sharp pain came over him, and his body involuntarily stepped back a few steps. Before he could stand firm, Yan Jiecheng rushed up and punched him in the abdomen again. This punch made Xu Damao bend over, and he felt his stomach churning, and he almost vomited his breakfast.

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Xu Damao endured the severe pain that surged like a tide, his eyes flashing with ferocity. He seized the opportunity, raised his leg suddenly, and kicked Yan Jiecheng's lower body with all his strength. This kick was full of malice and as fast as lightning. Yan Jiecheng was already a little exhausted from the previous fight, and it was too late to dodge.

"Ah!" With a scream, Yan Jiecheng was kicked in the thigh. The huge impact was like a heavy hammer. With a "crack", his leg was broken. Yan Jiecheng's body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string and fell heavily to the ground. His face turned pale as paper in an instant. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, mixing with the dust on his face, leaving traces on his face.

He lay on the ground, holding his broken leg with both hands, and kept shouting heartbreakingly: "Ah... It hurts so much! My leg... My leg!"

Yan Jiecheng's shrill cry, like a sharp whistle, quickly spread throughout the courtyard. Soon, the residents in the courtyard rushed to the small courtyard. Yi Zhonghai frowned, his face solemn. He had never liked Yan Jiecheng, thinking that this kid was always causing trouble. But he and Wang Weidong had a deep hatred, and he had long wanted to find an opportunity to deal with Wang Weidong's lackey Xu Damao, so when he heard the noise, he was the first to rush over.

Soon after, Liu Haizhong also hurried over, muttering as he walked: "What's going on? I can't have a rest every day." Jia Zhang was also in the crowd. Her love of joining in the fun came up again, and she muttered: "Oh, what happened? Such a big noise." Qin Huairu followed behind with a worried look on her face, while Sha Zhu walked carelessly in the crowd with curiosity in his eyes.

When Yi Zhonghai arrived at the scene, he saw Yan Jiecheng lying on the ground holding his broken leg and screaming, and Xu Damao, who looked very embarrassed. He immediately asked loudly: "What happened? How did they get beaten like this?"

Yan Jiecheng seemed to have seen a savior, his face was covered with tears, and he cried miserably. He choked and cried, "Uncle Yi, you have to do something for me! Xu Damao is too cruel, he beat me for no reason. Look at my leg, it's broken by him. I...I feel so wronged!" He pointed at his broken leg as he spoke, his body still shaking with pain.

When the residents around heard Yan Jiecheng's crying, they were immediately in an uproar and everyone started whispering to each other.

"Xu Damao is going too far. Even if he is a powerful man, he can't bully the people in our compound like this!"

"That's right. There has to be an explanation for this. No matter what, hitting someone is wrong, and breaking their legs is a big deal."

"Humph, I've long felt that Xu Damao has bad intentions. He follows Wang Weidong around and shows off his power all day long. Now, he's bullying one of our family members."

"Yan Jiecheng is usually a bit naughty, but you can't be so cruel. This will ruin him."

Everyone was talking at once, the voices of condemnation were getting louder and louder, and all eyes were directed at Xu Damao. There was anger and accusation in their eyes, which made Xu Damao feel like a thorn in his back.

Yan Jiecheng was lying on the ground, groaning in pain, holding his broken leg tightly with his hands, his face showing an expression of pain and resentment. Hearing the accusations of Xu Damao by the surrounding residents, a sly look flashed in his eyes, thinking that this was a good opportunity to make a fortune.

He endured the pain, raised his voice, and cried out in a sobbing voice: "Xu Damao, you can't just let it go after beating me like this. If my leg can't be cured, my life will be ruined! You have to compensate me 500 yuan, and I want to go and get treatment." (End of this chapter)