Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

It should be said that the noise and commotion at the Intermediate People's Court caused someone to knock on Zhang Dabiao's door, which is when he got out of bed.

When he came out, he saw that the police and several unfamiliar women in factory uniforms had brought Yi Zhonghai back.

Yi Zhonghai was pale and kept his head down without saying a word, while the women continued to berate him.

Sha Zhu and the deaf old woman had to smile obsequiously at the other women, while Liu Cuilan stood silently at her own door, seemingly unhappy that Yi Zhonghai had returned.

The person who knocked on Zhang Dabiao's door was a police officer.

This has been resolved, and we've come to explain the situation to the victim.

After the police officers explained the whole situation, Zhang Dabiao finally understood what had happened.

Sha Zhu broke his arm and went to the hospital for a checkup, where he met Yi Zhonghai, who was under observation there.

After Yi Zhonghai found out, while Sha Zhu was getting his bones set and his leg put in a cast, he sent one of his apprentices to report Zhang Dabiao to the steel mill. He "hinted" at the "explanation of the situation," which was essentially a confession, and also "hinted" at the possibility of teaching Zhang Dabiao a lesson. In reality, Yi Zhonghai just wanted to beat the kid up, to make him submit and fearful so that he wouldn't dare to oppose him in the future.

That apprentice was a real idiot; he didn't convey the "hint" clearly, only saying to mess with this kid.

Since you didn't say you wanted to beat this kid up, but just wanted to discipline him, then we'll just lock him in the solitary confinement room. Actually, he didn't intend to kill Zhang Dabiao.

And that's how this situation came about; it's a good thing we weren't attacked.

But to everyone's utter surprise, Zhang Dabiao filed a formal complaint under his real name, accusing someone of "premeditated murder," and the complaint was filed with the municipal police bureau.

With the involvement of the factory's women's federation, the matter escalated. Those women in work clothes were staff members of the factory's women's federation.

Finally, the two accompanying security guards were demoted one level and fined one month's salary for procedural errors, which were used to compensate the victim, Zhang Dabiao.

35.5 * 2 = 71 pieces.

Team Leader Chen was found guilty of dereliction of duty for following procedural errors and acting on the advice of Yi Zhonghai's apprentice to retaliate against the victim, Zhang Dabiao. Although no serious consequences resulted, this was done without any bribery being received. Therefore, after investigation, it was decided to dismiss Chen, impose a fine of three months' salary to compensate Zhang Dabiao, and order him to undergo three months of labor reform at the Tuanhe Farm in the southern suburbs of Daxing District.

45 * 3 = 135 pieces.

Yi Zhonghai… Old Deaf Man probably hired someone again, and Yi Zhonghai's intention was retaliation, not to kill Zhang Dabiao. He wouldn't dare, and even if he did, the security guards wouldn't. Therefore, after deliberation, the factory decided to demote him by one level.

In just a few days, Yi Zhonghai was demoted from a level 7 worker to a level 4 worker, and he is not allowed to take the level exam for three years.

Furthermore, he also had to pay Zhang Dabiao 150 yuan in compensation.

Then Zhang Dabiao inexplicably earned 71 + 135 + 150 = 356 yuan.

加上之前挨打补偿的50，老爹留下来的100块（本来有122块3毛5，这几天乱七八糟买东西吃饭用了一些）。

Zhang Dabiao's total assets became 506.

Have you struck it rich?

Other transmigrators rely on selling goods on the black market, stealing from space, extortion, hunting, and daily check-ins, but I rely on fines?

It is not impossible.

As for the fact that Yi Zhonghai wasn't directly convicted and executed...

Zhang Dabiao could only sigh. If it weren't for the old deaf man's powerful backing, or the tightness of the plot, there was nothing Zhang Dabiao could do.

Zhang Dabiao would round up 500 yuan and put it in his small room, keeping only a few yuan or so in his pocket. For him, money was enough.

Anyway, I have a house and a workspace, and I don't have to worry about food and drink. These days, even if I work myself to death to earn money, I can't spend it all.

That's fine.

However, after this incident, the "adults" in the courtyard kept a considerable distance from Yi Zhonghai and Zhang Dabiao.

Both of them are quite eccentric.

Leaving aside Yi Zhonghai, the postman Dong Dingjun, who was connected to him, received a three-year prison sentence…

Chen, the security guard who helped him, was sentenced to three months of labor reform at a farm...

The simple-minded Zhu, who stood up for him, had his arm broken...

The deaf old woman who supported him, a recipient of the "Five Guarantees" (a government welfare program for the elderly and disabled), is gone...

It's like the god of bad luck has possessed you; anyone who touches you will die!

And Zhang Dabiao?

That guy is a madman, he'll say anything!

They have a whole repertoire of revenge plans; they can't stand to suffer even the slightest loss.

Who the hell dares to mess with him?

Police officers and women's federation staff "comforted" the victim, Zhang Dabiao, for quite some time before leaving, and sternly warned Yi Zhonghai not to cause any more trouble for Zhang Dabiao!

The factory's women's federation, in particular, made a very blunt statement: if Yi Zhonghai dares to cause trouble again, they'll make him pay once the factory resumes operations!

These old women are capable of anything when they get crazy!

After they left, the old man glared at Zhang Dabiao with eyes that looked like he wanted to devour him.

But Zhang Dabiao didn't care. He liked the way you guys wanted to kill him but couldn't. Let's keep playing.

I took out the clothes I washed yesterday and hung them out to dry in the yard. There was no other way; there was no dryer in my little apartment.

Then Zhang Dabiao cooked a packet of instant noodles, but found the taste a bit greasy, so he went to buy breakfast on the street.

After eating a bowl of braised pork, four sesame seed cakes, and a large bowl of soy milk, I went to Beihai Park to wait for that touch of crimson.

I wanted to smoke on the way, but it took me a long time to find a cigarette.

Damn it, who stole my matches again?

This is unbearable! I'm touching matches that cost two cents a box every day.

It must be that beast Yan Jiecheng!

But I really didn't see him make a move! That bastard acted way too fast!

And what the hell are you eating matches for?

With no other option, Zhang Dabiao could only slip back into his small room, light a fire with a lighter, and then come out again.

When we get back to the courtyard house, let's go to the supply and marketing cooperative and buy some more matches, just a dollar's worth! I don't believe they'll all be gone.

We absolutely have to catch that bastard red-handed!

He suddenly thought of a question—

Lighters have a simple structure, although they haven't been invented yet, so you can't take them out of your home...

But if I break it down into parts, can those parts be made with current technology?

Can I take it out and reassemble it?

...This is so troublesome.

I might as well bring my Zippo lighter from my apartment; that would be more convenient.

Zhang Dabiao shook his head. Zippo was too flashy. His three Zippo phones were bought online, and they were all pirated. One had an embossed image of Zhuge Liang from the Three Kingdoms period, another had Optimus Prime on it, and the last one had a brushed metal surface without any pattern.

It's been a long time since I used it, and now I have to use kerosene, which is even more troublesome.

Forget it, I'll just stick to using matches.

I went to Beihai Park, but unfortunately, I didn't manage to catch a glimpse of that vibrant red blossom...

After waiting until almost noon without seeing anyone, Zhang Dabiao had no choice but to wander back dejectedly.

Not happy——

Go home and cook. We eat out every day. We have the money, but we really don't have enough tickets.

Moreover, if we don't start cooking, it will be troublesome if the neighbors start making wild guesses.

In addition, he should also learn to cook. Zhang Dabiao has some cooking skills, but not very high. However, he really can't control the heat well with the coal stove of this era, so he needs to practice.

He bought some vegetables casually; there was really not much to see at the market these days. When he returned to the courtyard house, Yan Bugui immediately avoided him, but Yan Jiecheng followed him with a grin, his hands tucked into his sleeves.

"Da Biao, get me a cigarette, I want to tell you something funny!"

Zhang Dabiao stared intently at him. He didn't care whether it was fun or not; he just wanted to see how Zhang Dabiao managed to steal the matches right under his nose!

You're even more ridiculous than the Thief of the Holy Stick joke!

Bai Zhantang, you?!