Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

The screams of Yan Jiecheng and his brother immediately attracted the attention of the residents in the courtyard.

It was still morning, and many people arrived with their bowls of rice, eating breakfast.

You should watch entertainment, but you should also eat. It would be a waste to miss meals because of watching entertainment.

Inside the room, Yan Jiecheng jumped up and down anxiously, muttering to himself:

"Mom and Dad, please listen to my excuses... no, please listen to my explanation!"

Yan Bugui only heard the first sentence his son said, and immediately flew into a rage:

"You dare to argue? I'll beat you to death, you little bastard!"

When all the neighbors gathered in the front yard, they were all a little confused.

Yi Zhonghai said in a lighthearted tone while drinking his porridge:

"Didn't Old Yan say you shouldn't hit children when disciplining them? Why did he hit them this time?"

At this moment, Liu Haizhong came over, holding a steamed bun in his left hand and a bowl of soy milk in his right. He smiled at Yi Zhonghai and said:

"It's only natural for a father to beat his son; otherwise, he won't amount to anything."

"I guess the Jie brothers really angered Lao Yan, otherwise he wouldn't have taken action. Look at how they're wailing, it's so pitiful!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai curled his lip, thinking to himself:

"Didn't you scream even louder when you hit your son?"

"The two brothers, Jie and his brother, how loudly they howled! Every time, your Guangtian was beaten so badly he was out of breath."

"Damn, having a son is great! If I had a son, I'd want to beat him to death too, just to get my hands on him!"

Whether it was because the commotion was too loud or because the military control committee happened to be patrolling, it attracted their attention, and several people went straight into the courtyard.

They were both amused and exasperated to learn that Yan Jie was hitting the child, but they still went to stop him.

Yan Bugui and his wife were in the middle of a fierce fight when they were startled to see several comrades in military uniforms and armed with guns enter.

"Comrade, have I done anything wrong?" Yan Bugui asked nervously.

The person in charge was somewhat embarrassed; disciplining children is a family matter, and it wouldn't be appropriate to intervene rashly.

So he said in a kind tone:

"Don't misunderstand, it's nothing. I was just patrolling outside when I heard a lot of commotion in your yard, so I came to check it out."

"Well, just educate the child, don't get carried away."

"You're right, that's about it for me. Thank you for your help, comrade."

The comrades from the military control commission came and went quickly.

As soon as they left, the people in the courtyard all asked Yan Bugui what had happened.

Yan Bugui naturally gave a vague answer; he couldn't very well reveal that his son hadn't done anything clean and become a laughingstock.

As the saying goes, "Don't wash your dirty linen in public."

But his wife was quick to speak, and without thinking too much, she blurted out that the 50 yuan missing from the house was taken by the two brothers.

"Whoa!"

The crowd erupted in uproar, each offering their own opinions, and looking at Yan Jiecheng and his brother with disdain.

Moreover, many neighbors have witnessed the brothers' recent extravagant spending.

Many people provided evidence to support Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui suffered a difficult childbirth, and he really didn't want his neighbors to know about it.

My son is still young. If he were to be branded a thief, it would be disastrous, even if he stole from our own house.

He was anxiously trying to figure out how to smooth things over.

Yan Jiecheng was older and could naturally see the look in his neighbors' eyes; his heart was filled with despair and fear.

But he felt he shouldn't be labeled a thief, because he hadn't stolen anything!

So he stood up and shouted:

"I didn't steal it, so why are you saying it was us two who stole it?"

Xu Damao, who loved to join in the fun, stood in the crowd and said:

"Where did you get the money if you didn't steal it? You're always surrounded by fans at school."

Yan Jiecheng, following the sound, saw it was Xu Damao and was immediately enraged. He decided to drag him down with him, pointing at him and shouting:

"Xu Damao, you extorted 98,000 yuan from me, and now you're kicking me when I'm down!"

"Even if I did steal the money, you're still involved; you're the one who made me steal it!"

"Holy crap!" The neighbors all looked at Xu Damao upon hearing this.

Xu Damao was dumbfounded. What the heck?

They actually messed with me, you damn beast!

Xu Damao then let out a frantic roar, pointing at Yan Jiecheng and saying:

"You're talking nonsense. You can eat whatever you want, but you can't talk nonsense."

When did I blackmail you?

"Produce evidence if you dare!"

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng actually laughed and said to Yan Bugui:

"Dad, Xu Damao asked me for 20,000 yuan yesterday. I just happened to mark it and wrote the character '成' in the upper right corner of the money."

"I reckon it's on him right now. You can search for it if you don't believe me."

"Holy crap!"

There's been a twist! What exactly happened?

Li Jiuzhou watched with great interest while eating.

Xu Fugui looked rather unwell; all the neighbors were watching him.

Yan Bugui stared intently at him!

Helpless, Xu Fugui had no choice but to step forward and feel his son's pocket. Sure enough, he pulled out 20,000 yuan, and there was even a "success" written on the upper right corner of the money!

Xu Damao was furious and went berserk, trying to rush up and deal with Yan Jiecheng!

"Yan Jiecheng, you've got guts! I'll kill you sooner or later, even if your dad's a teacher!"

Xu Damao's unusual behavior left his neighbors completely baffled, and they were now truly unsure how the money had been lost.

Whether Yan Jiecheng was randomly accusing people or Xu Damao instructed him to steal money is now a complete mystery.

Xu Fugui's face was very ugly. He couldn't believe that his son would do such a thing. He was usually very timid, but today he was unusually courageous, which was very abnormal!

Just as the situation was reaching a stalemate, Li Jiuzhou suddenly interjected:

"This is simple. The comrades from the Military Control Commission haven't gone far yet. Please bring them back, and I guarantee they'll find the truth!"

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao felt as if he had taken a magic pill and shouted:

"Yes, call the comrades from the Military Control Commission over here. I want to send Yan Jiecheng to jail, to eat jail food, and to be shot."

"Damn it, you stole the money and are blaming me! I'll burn paper money for you next year on this day!"

Yan Jiecheng was terrified. After all, he was still just a teenager, and he was very scared when he heard that officials were involved.

When Yan Bugui saw his son like this, he knew there was no hope. He had been quite happy when his son dragged Xu Damao into the mess, thinking he could get away with it.

Ideally, the Xu family should be made to compensate for their losses, but that's not an option now. Even the son can't handle it anymore, and the neighbors aren't stupid; they know exactly what's going on.

Yan Bugui let out a long sigh:

"Jiecheng, if you tell the truth, Dad can forgive you. Otherwise, things will be very different when the military control committee comes."

After hearing this, Yan Jiecheng lowered his head and slowly said:

"Seven days ago, Jiefang and I were sweeping the floor at home when we found this 50 yuan under your bed."

"Waaah, what did I do wrong? What's wrong with spending the money I found?"

"I tried to explain to you and Mom inside, but they wouldn't listen and even threatened to beat me to death!"

"Why did you and Mom hit me? Waaaaah..."

"I only found 50 yuan. Is 50 yuan a lot? Jiefang and I spent it all in a week, boohoo~"

"Dad, if you're unhappy, then report it to the Military Control Commission. I refuse to believe that picking up money will get me shot, waaaah..."

Yan Jiefang came over and hugged his older brother, crying uncontrollably.

"Brother, we're in such a terrible situation! We just found 50 yuan, why are you beating us like this!"

"Dad said we're rich, but he's going to kill us for spending 50? Waaah, it's so tragic..."

The two brothers' conversation was packed with information, and given how badly they cried, it's probably the truth this time.

The neighbors couldn't help but laugh when Yan Jiecheng and his brother said they had plenty of money, and they all looked at Yan Bugui with smiles.

Yan Bugui was furious...

Listen to these two beasts, are they even speaking human language?

(Is it considered finding money in your own home?)

(It's just 50!)

(Is 50 a lot?)

(Didn't Dad say our family has plenty of money?)

Although Yi Zhonghai had a lot to say, he was too amused by the conversation between the Yan brothers to speak.

Finding money is actually not illegal, but it's really funny if you find money in your own home.

So he walked over to Yan Jiecheng, patted him on the shoulder, and said:

"Jiecheng, you're a great guy!"

Then he waved to the group of neighbors:

"That's all for now, it's time to go to work!"

Seeing this, the neighbors also took their bowls of rice and went home.

Inside the Yan family's small room, the two brothers were muttering to themselves, looking dejected, while Yan Bugui and his wife were eavesdropping outside.

"Brother, my body hurts~" Yan Jiefang said with tears in his eyes.

Yan Jiecheng also grinned.

"My brother is in pain too. Mom and Dad were too rough. They wouldn't have stopped until the military control officers came!"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jiefang looked on with longing.

"Yes, the uncles from the Military Control Commission are really impressive, and their guns are so beautiful."

At this moment, Yan Jiecheng's eyes shone with light, and he also showed a determination for revenge.

"I've made up my mind. When I grow up, I'll join the army, and the first thing I'll do after I get my gun is shoot Dad!"

"Who told him to hit me so hard!"

Yan Jiefang's eyes lit up as well:

"When I grow up, I'm going to join the army, get a gun, and shoot our mom!"

The two brothers looked at each other and grinned.

The Yan couple outside felt a chill run down their spines.

Yan Bugui gritted his teeth, his voice low and menacing.

"Good lad, really good lad, you've got guts!"

Yang Ruihua didn't care at all. "You two kids have the guts to grow up before we talk. If I don't teach you two a lesson, you're not Yang!"