The Beginning of a Courtyard House: Sixty Years of Internal Strength

Upon hearing this, Li Cuilan realized she was in trouble and quickly tried to distance herself from the situation.

"Officer, I really don't know anything. I was just following Lao Yi's instructions to inquire about Zhou Long's current situation."

We used to be neighbors, and I'm just trying to find out about his life. Is that illegal?

Upon hearing this, the police knew that this guy was also a troublesome one.

"It's not illegal to learn about him, but what are you trying to do by asking about his recent past?"

Are you going to break his other leg as well?

Li Cuilan quickly began to defend herself.

"What? You broke my other leg? Officer, I don't know what happened. I'm just a housewife."

"I just stay home every day doing housework and cleaning. I know absolutely nothing about Yi Zhonghai's affairs."

Li Cuilan can only deny it to the death now.

"Alright, what do you have to say about Zhao Tietou's matter? You don't know about it either, do you?"

Yi Zhonghai has already confessed, saying that you were the one who suggested it, which is why he wrote the whistleblower letter.

Li Cuilan was startled by the question, but she still followed the same pattern and insisted that she didn't know, no matter what.

"What Zhao Tietou? I never mentioned or heard of the whistleblower letter."

The police officer sighed.

"Since you don't know, go back and think it over carefully. Just a reminder, assisting in a crime is also being an accomplice."

The police, seeing that Li Cuilan was gritting her teeth and refusing to recognize her, had no choice but to release her for the time being.

Li Cuilan is now in a daze, her mind is blank, and she doesn't even know how she got back to No. 95 Courtyard. This is terrible.

With Zhao Tietou's past exposed, along with other miscellaneous matters, Yi Zhonghai is likely to be executed.

I need to plan my future carefully. If I pack my things and run away now, will the police arrest me? I need to think of a way to avoid that.

It would be best to meet with Lao Yi to learn about the progress of the case.

As soon as she reached the courtyard gate, Yang Ruihua hurriedly came up to her.

"How's the old man's situation? What did he do wrong? When will he be released?"

Li Cuilan walked past coldly, ignoring Yang Ruihua. After returning home, she began to tidy up.

He gathered all his money, took the bankbook and the cash, and began to devise his escape plan.

Should we leave now or wait for Lao Yi's verdict? Or should we ask our nephew?

Forget about Lao Yi's workstation. It's impossible for a family member to fill in for a criminal like him; they'll probably just confiscate it anyway.

The house now belongs to the steel rolling mill, and it will definitely be taken back eventually.

I guess I can't stay here anymore. That's good, because when I escape, I won't have to worry about dealing with housing.

With that in mind, Yang Ruihua took several thousand yuan and went out to find someone to write a letter for him.

She has a nephew in Tianjin and wants to know if he can take her in, and what she should do in this situation.

After sending the letter, Li Cuilan felt relieved.

Now she's just waiting for things to be settled before she goes to stay with her nephew.

With this money, I can find a simple job and live a good life.

After listening to the interrogation at the police station, Li Jianguo got a general understanding of the situation.

Satisfied, I found a corner and returned to my space to start chatting with Yao Yao.

"Brother Jianguo, I never thought that Yi Zhonghai would be doomed this time. Just for injuring so many people, he'll be sentenced to decades in prison."

He'll probably have to go to the Northwest to reclaim wasteland or dig for stones. With his one leg lame, there's no way he'll come back alive.

"He deserves it, who told this old guy to still be planning to break his own leg."

I don't know when the verdict will be delivered; hopefully it will be soon.

Yao Yao was in a good mood and went to cook while whistling.

Li Jianguo continued to cultivate his internal energy inside the room.

The two of them strolled home slowly as darkness fell.

Upon reaching the courtyard gate, Yan Bugui approached with a look of excitement on his face.

"Jianguo, you have no idea, when Li Cuilan came back today, she looked completely lost. I guess she's encountered a big problem."

"Oh ho ho, if that's the case, then our department is going to be rid of one troublemaker."

"That's for sure."

"Hey, Jianguo, what are you saying? What do you mean by 'one less troublemaker'? He's still a senior member of our compound, you should show him some respect."

Yan Bugui had spoken out of turn, blurting out his true feelings, and quickly changed his tune to protect the old man's dignity.

Li Jianguo ignored him, took a sip, and headed home.

With nothing to do in the evening, I listened to what was happening at each house. The Yi family's house was very quiet, and I wondered what Li Cuilan was doing.

Now every household is actively discussing Yi Zhonghai's matter.

The Jia family, in particular, were Jia Dongxu's mentors and had been planning to seize the family's property for a long time.

"Mom, Huai Ru, do we really have to give up?" Jia Dongxu was still a little unwilling.

"Silly son, just look at Li Cuilan's appearance today, and you'll know that something terrible has happened."

If Yi Zhonghai goes to jail, no one in the Yi family will be able to make money, and Li Cuilan doesn't know how long she will live.

There's no hope of an inheritance; that little bit of money probably wouldn't even be enough for her own expenses. What? You still want to support him?

"Dongxu, Mom is right. The Yi family will be a burden in the future, and we can't afford to carry that burden."

Qin Huairu couldn't wait for Yi Zhonghai to die. If he died, the only ones who would know about the secret would be his parents.

She didn't believe that old bastard Yi Zhonghai hadn't hidden money.

I'll secretly go see him then, and under the guise of Bang Geng, I'm sure he'll hand over the money to me.

"Fine, I guess I'll just have to give up."

Jia Dongxu sighed in disappointment.

After listening to the Jia family's conversation, Li Jianguo didn't bother listening to the others, since he already knew about the police's interrogation progress.

There's no point in listening to it again.

The police interrogated Yi Zhonghai again, but when he still refused to confess, they transferred him directly to the detention center.

Suspects awaiting trial do not even have the right to stay in detention.

Meanwhile, He Daqing was also transferred to a detention center, and the case officially entered the stage of submitting evidence and making a judgment.

Upon seeing each other, the two began to hurl insults and curse each other's ancestors for eighteen generations.

They finally shut up after being reprimanded by the police, but the two still glared at each other.

A week has passed in the blink of an eye, during my week in the detention center.

For Yi Zhonghai, each day felt like an eternity, and his life suddenly seemed hopeless.

His fellow inmates would sometimes chat with him, but seeing Yi Zhonghai's dejected state, they would simply recount their own crimes to each other.

The fellow inmates thought Yi Zhonghai was a born bad guy, and they actually got along quite well.

So I decided to give him an idea.

"Brother, now is the time for you to formally submit your evidence."

I'll probably only get one or two years in prison, but you're going to get thirty or forty years. You might even die in the quarry.

"If you give me some money, I'll give you an idea that might get you a reduced sentence."