At the beginning, he took his seven younger siblings to join Yi Zhonghai.

The next day.

As soon as Yi Zhongding got up, he saw his elder brother returning from outside in a cheerful mood, holding a newspaper in his hand.

"Dingya, get up! Perfect timing! Look, we're in the newspaper! We're in the newspaper! It's the second page of today's People's Daily, a full page!"

"Your sister-in-law and I are both benefiting from this, haha, we haven't been this glamorous in decades, we even made it into the newspapers."

Yi Zhonghai, holding a newspaper in his hand, ran quickly to him.

Watching his movements, Yi Zhongding felt a sense of déjà vu, like Fan Jin passing the imperial examination: Hey, I passed! I passed!

"Big brother, didn't we already know this? Why are you so excited? Let me finish brushing my teeth before you look at it, my hands are still wet."

"My sister-in-law is in the kitchen. Let's tell her the good news first and make her happy too."

Yi Zhongding said helplessly.

He still had toothpaste foam all over his mouth.

"Hey kid, you're so old, how come you're calmer than me? Alright, I'll go take a look at your sister-in-law."

"She can't read, so I'll read it to her."

Yi Zhonghai was as happy as a child, and he even did a double jump when he started.

He went out like the wind.

"Well, the tailwind messed up my hairstyle."

Yi Zhongding made a self-deprecating remark.

A short while later.

Then came the sound of my sister-in-law, Tan Xiulian, laughing with joy and tears streaming down her face.

"Brother, please read it to me quickly. What did it say? I didn't help at all, so why am I in the newspaper?"

"Isn't this stealing Ding Ya's credit? How can I possibly accept this?"

Tan Xiulian kept wiping her hands on her apron, and several times she tried to pick up the newspaper.

But she looked down at her hands and wiped them again, as if worried about getting the newspaper dirty.

This action was repeated again and again.

Her eyes were getting redder and redder.

But her smile grew brighter and brighter.

"Look, this is a photo of us and Ding Yazi. Look how well it was taken!"

Yi Zhongding opened the newspaper, pointed to the photos on it, and smiled proudly.

Accompanied by the joyful laughter of Yi Zhonghai and his companion.

Everyone in the courtyard heard the commotion and ran out.

The Zhang family in the next side room arrived the closest, and of course, the fastest.

"Congratulations, Brother Yi! Your family has really brought honor to our courtyard this time."

Zhang Damin stepped out the door, bowing with his hands clasped before speaking.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, thanks a lot! Come over for drinks tonight."

Yi Zhonghai responded with a cupped-hand salute.

"Old Yi, I can hear your loud voice even in the backyard. Congratulations, you've brought home a lucky charm!"

Xu Wengui pushed his bicycle out of the backyard, leaned against the seat, and offered his congratulations with both hands free.

"Haha, Old Xu, thanks. But there's more than one Fu Bao. There are seven sleeping in the house. They're all treasures of the Yi family."

Yi Zhonghai also thanked him with a smile.

"Look at my mouth, it's already slurred this morning. You know what, it's true, ever since these eight kids came to this yard, your family has been all over the place."

"Even this courtyard benefits from this. In the future, when I go out and point to the newspaper, I'll say, 'This is my neighbor,' and people will be so envious of me."

Xu Wengui remained calm and quickly continued speaking.

have to say.

The capable projectionist certainly has a silver tongue.

"Master, what did this newspaper say? How did it praise my uncle? Can you read it to us so we can all learn from it?"

Jia Dongxu shouted loudly, his face beaming with a proud smile.

Although the smile seemed somewhat forced.

But with everyone around, no one thought anything was wrong.

Meanwhile, Jia Zhangshi, who usually loved to join in the fun, stayed inside the house.

His eyes were pressed against the windowpane.

Look outside.

His expression was somewhat complicated.

Especially when Jia Dongxu shouted those words.

She closed her eyes for a moment.

The conversation between mother and son that had just taken place flashed through her mind:

Son, your master has really made a name for himself, and that wild... that kid has also established himself in this courtyard.

Now that old man has no regard for our family anymore.

But that's not necessarily a bad thing. Even though I'm illiterate, I know how to survive.

When you go out in a little while, be happy and support your master and that kid.

Whether he's just lucky or got some kind of stroke of bad luck, the fact remains that he's currently in a stronger position than us.

Don't think that your mother is teaching you to fawn over others, and don't think that it's shameful that he's younger than you. There's nothing shameful about it; losing a little face is nothing.

All your mother knows is sewing shoe soles. I raised you through all sorts of tantrums and shoving, losing all my dignity in the process. Otherwise, you wouldn't be here...

Forget about that.

In short, remember what your mother said: go out and support the event, laugh, laugh loudly, laugh more happily than anyone else, and laugh louder than anyone else.

We won't go into what happened before, but after this incident, no one can shake your master's position, whether in the courtyard or the factory.

And you are his first apprentice. No matter how many apprentices he has now, you are the first.

Remember this: the more successful he is, the more you benefit from it. With him around, your life will be easier, and our family's life will be even better.

As long as our two families don't fall out, everyone will give you some face, and we can take advantage of that to live a good life.

We used to rely on him, he made you become his apprentice, and we almost had to take care of him in our old age, serving an old, childless family. But that was all for survival, to continue the Jia family bloodline.

But now we're doing this for Bang Geng, for your future children, and for the Jia family.

When your deadbeat father was alive, he always scolded your mother for being stupid and for having a loose tongue, offending everyone he met.

But I don't offend any of the people I can't afford to offend. I can't figure out that old deaf woman in the backyard. When she scolds me, I just lower my head and admit defeat. When she hits me, I just dodge.

Mother knows better than your dead father how to survive!

We know when to make a scene, and who can make a scene! If someone's life is about to be lost, then you have to make a scene. But in this situation, even if you can't stand it, you can't make a scene.

There aren't many good people in this courtyard, and your master isn't good either. But your mother can easily control his temperament. Humph! As long as it's useful to him, he's fine.

Believe it or not, that silly guy across the street, despite his reckless attitude, is easy to deal with since he was born without parents.

Only this little brat from the Yi family is silent and withdrawn, but his mother, who has lived most of her life, still can't see through him. This kind of person is the most damn annoying; you never know when he'll suddenly turn on you.

So we support him just like we support your old master.

Your father didn't understand these things, which is why he died young.

I understand.

So my mother is healthy and plump, eats well, sleeps well, and can take care of our Jia family's golden grandson every day.

However, no one noticed that she was not in the crowd.

No one knew that the shrew and widow in everyone's mind actually had such survival wisdom.