Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The fact that Yi Zhonghai was beaten made the neighbors who wanted to stop him stop in their tracks; they didn't want to be beaten too.

They just watched as the two families started fighting.

Jia Zhangshi was kicked out of the battle by Yan Jiecheng and rolled twice on the ground in a sorry state.

Although Jia Zhangshi was plump, she was still young and quite strong. She stood up and shouted:

"Dongxu, hang in there, Mom will be here soon."

The funny thing is, Jia Dongxu actually replied with a sentence:

"Mom, don't worry, these few little bastards aren't enough for me to beat up." Before he could finish speaking, he was punched again by Yan Bugui.

"Hey Yan Bugui, you've launched a sneak attack! Take this!"

Jia Zhangshi turned and ran home. Tong Jie was frantic at the door, shouting:

"Mom, how are you?"

"Don't worry, I won't die." Jia Zhangshi took out the ancestral tablet from her hometown from the cabinet and shouted in her booming voice:

"Old Jia, please show your spirit! Your son is about to be beaten to death."

"May the Supreme Lord Laozi command you hasten, manifest your power, manifest your power, manifest your power!"

"Holy crap!" The neighbors in the middle courtyard were so frightened by Jia Zhangshi's words that they took several steps back.

They don't know if this is true or not. No matter who you are, everyone has heard a few superstitious stories since they were young.

However, it's better to believe it exists than not to believe it doesn't; no one can guarantee that things passed down from our ancestors won't have problems.

The four members of the Yan family stopped fighting and parted ways with Jia Dongxu.

At this moment, Jia Zhangshi rushed out, holding Old Jia's memorial tablet in her right hand, heading straight for Yan Bugui, muttering:

"Yan Bugui, you unfilial son, your father has come to take you away!"

Yan Bugui turned pale with fright. Because it was night, the memorial tablet of Old Jia looked very eerie under the moonlight.

He quickly ran away, afraid of being hit by Old Jia's memorial tablet.

Seeing how afraid Yan Bugui, the head of the Yan family, was, the rest of the Yan family members also became apprehensive and did not fight back, allowing Jia Zhangshi to chase after them.

Yan Jiecheng felt that things couldn't go on like this, so he made a snap decision, stopped in his tracks, and snatched the memorial tablet from Jia Zhangshi's hands.

In full view of everyone, with a thrust of his right knee, Old Jia's memorial tablet broke in two!

"Snapped!"

"Uh..." The neighbors who were watching the commotion were on tenterhooks, their throats felt like they were being choked, and they didn't dare to breathe.

"Ouch, ouch..." The deaf old woman, leaning on her cane, retreated to the corner, groaning in pain. It was too cruel.

People in the old days had deep taboos about these things.

Yan Jiecheng wasn't satisfied yet, so he grabbed Old Jia's memorial tablet and smashed it repeatedly, shouting fiercely:

"Fuck your mother, come find me if you dare, I'll fuck you to death."

"Bang, bang, bang!" Each sound struck the hearts of the neighbors.

Wooden tablet fragments flew everywhere, and the place where Yan Jiecheng smashed the tablet was right on the steps in front of Sha Zhu's house.

Because Sha Zhu's door was not closed, many pieces of debris flew into his house.

Sha Zhu and Qin Huairu's expressions changed drastically.

"Damn it~, that's filthy." Sha Zhu couldn't help but start cursing.

Qin Huairu's expression was also somewhat unpleasant. It was really bad luck to have someone else's memorial tablet in the house, even if Yan Jiecheng didn't do it on purpose.

As for Jia Zhangshi, she broke down completely, collapsing to the ground and wailing uncontrollably, looking as if her husband had died.

This time, Yi Zhonghai once again walked into the crowd and shouted:

"Alright, stop fooling around!"

"Dongxu, take your mother home. Tongjie, put the sticks away and tidy up your father-in-law in a bit."

"Old Yan, you guys should go home right now. Stop making a scene. Isn't it chaotic enough already?"

Jia Dongxu was still willing to listen to his master, and with a gloomy face, he helped Jia Zhangshi home.

After hearing Yi Zhonghai's words, Yan Bugui curled his lip, clearly unwilling to follow Yi Zhonghai's arrangements. However, things had escalated to this point and it was time to stop. So he called his wife and two sons to go home.

"You've had your fill of the excitement, now's your turn to leave," Yi Zhonghai waved to his neighbors.

Soon the courtroom fell completely silent, and Tong Jie took a broom to Sha Zhu's house to clean up her father-in-law's mess.

Tong Jie apologized to Sha Zhu and his wife:

"Zhu Zi, Huai Ru, I'm really sorry to have troubled you."

Although Qin Huairu was unhappy, he didn't show it. Instead, he comforted her gently.

"Sister-in-law, it's alright. Every family has its troubles."

Tong Jie nodded upon hearing this and continued tidying up without saying anything more.

Madam Jia lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) groaning and moaning; it was clear she was very sad today.

The fact that Old Jia's memorial tablet was broken made her feel as if Old Jia had died again.

At night, the neighbors, lying in bed, each had their own thoughts and discussed the day's events.

At Yi Zhonghai's home, the couple lay on the bed sighing.

"Old Yi, the atmosphere in this courtyard is getting stranger and stranger."

"The Jia family has far too many problems."

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai sighed and said, "What can we do now? We can only go down this path to the bitter end. Go to sleep, we have to go to work tomorrow."

Yi Zhonghai knew in his heart that he had forcibly suppressed the matter today, and the two families might have another fight in the future.

Liu Haizhong watched the show all night and felt very satisfied, but at the same time felt a lot of envy, jealousy and hatred towards Yi Zhonghai.

Because he felt that he should be the one to step in and settle things today.

In the front yard, the Yan family washed up and applied liniment before going to bed.

Late at night, Yan Jiecheng felt unwell all over, his throat felt like it was filled with razor blades, and he developed a high fever. He was in a daze.

He vaguely heard someone calling him and then pulling at him. When he saw who it was, he was scared half to death. It was Old Jia!

Yan Jiecheng didn't wake up in the morning; he was delirious with fever. Yan Bugui and his wife were terrified and rushed him to the hospital.

They also encountered Sha Zhu, who was also burning up.

The two families felt a sudden unease when they met.

Sha Zhu looked grim; he realized this was going to be difficult.

The neighbors in the courtyard had already received the news that Yan Jiecheng was unconscious with a high fever and that Sha Zhu also had a fever. They would never believe that nothing was wrong.

Upon hearing the news, Jia Zhangshi jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed), clapping her hands and shouting:

"My old Jia has appeared! Hahahaha!"

After finishing speaking, he got dressed and left the courtyard without ignoring Tong Jie's attempts to stop him. He bought a string of 5,000 firecrackers and set them off at the gate.

Yang Ruihua looked very unhappy as she watched Jia Zhangshi set off firecrackers. She went back to the hospital first, while her husband was still at the hospital taking care of their eldest son.

In the morning, Sha Zhu was feeling unwell and came to ask him for help to ask for leave. Li Jiuzhou saw that he looked pale and agreed, telling him to go to the hospital to get checked out as soon as possible.

Li Jiuzhou didn't think much of it; getting a headache or fever was perfectly normal.

However, when he came home from get off work that evening, the version he heard from his wife was different.

It is said that Yan Jiecheng smashed Lao Jia's memorial tablet, and that night he developed a high fever and even dreamed of Lao Jia.

Sha Zhu was implicated because Lao Jia came to his house.

Li Jiuzhou didn't believe it and went to Sha Zhu's house with a cigarette in his mouth.

Sha Zhu was feeling a bit better at this point; his fever wasn't too high, and he was just a little weak.

Li Jiuzhou asked with concern:

"Zhu Zi, how are you? I heard there's some superstition surrounding this, you didn't actually believe it, did you?"