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

"Old Yi, how about I read it for everyone? I am a teacher after all."

Yan Bugui straightened his back, striking a pose befitting a cultured man, and walked out of the crowd.

"Alright, then thank you for your hard work, Lao Yan."

Yi Zhonghai glanced at him and handed him the newspaper.

"Look at what you're saying. This is the glory of the compound. I'm just reciting a passage to share in the joy. It's not hard work at all."

Yan Bugui waved his hand, coughed, cleared his throat, and then began to read in a formal tone.

"Title, title, 'A Blueprint Dedicated to the Motherland—Remembering the Advanced Deeds of Young Comrade Yi Zhongding's Uncompensated Donation of Inventions and Creations'"

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"I. 'Wild Ideas' in a Humble Abode: Youthful Wisdom Dedicated to the Needs of the Nation"

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"Second, I feel at ease only when I give it to the motherland and dedicate it to the people: selfless dedication demonstrates the true nature of our times."

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"Third, the torch of spirit illuminates the path of progress, children's witty words contain great dreams, and protecting children's dreams is protecting our future."

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"IV. Editor's Note: The choices made by Comrade Yi Zhongding and his family are a vivid microcosm of the spirit of Chinese youth in this era."

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"Let us learn from Comrade Yi Zhongding and transform our passion, wisdom, patriotism, and ambition to serve the country into concrete actions."

"Let youth shine even more brilliantly in their dedication to the motherland and the people."

"As 'He' said: Young people should be energetic, which means they should have a vigorous and upward spirit of development."

After Yan Bugui finished reading the entire text, he stopped and looked at everyone.

"Finished reading?"

Jia Dongxu asked loudly, as if he still had something to say.

At the same time, he casually glanced back at his own window, but all he saw was the trembling of the curtains.

When I turned my head.

His applause was the first to ring out.

"good!"

What followed was thunderous applause from the entire college.

The applause lasted for a long time before it stopped.

Hearing the commotion, people from the neighboring courtyard all came to join in the fun.

And that newspaper that Tan Xiulian couldn't bear to touch.

It was passed from hand to hand among working people.

"Old Yi is really lucky to have a younger brother. He's really struck gold. Why don't I have a younger brother like that?"

"That's right, why is my younger brother so useless?"

"Yesterday I searched through the entire family genealogy, but I couldn't find any lost relatives or brothers. I gave my grandfather a good scolding."

"You're such a dutiful son!"

"Stop being so sour. If it weren't for Lao Yi going all the way to bring his younger siblings back, would we be where we are today? There are eight of them. If it were us, we probably would have hung up the phone as soon as we heard that."

"Yes, Master Yi has it tough too, with eight mouths to feed his family."

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Most of the people around Yi Zhongding looked at him with curiosity and admiration.

Only a few people are jealous of his incredible luck.

But the way he looked at Yi Zhonghai and Tan Xiulian.

That would truly be a case of envy, jealousy, and resentment.

They wished they could take his place.

Some people have high aspirations.

His eyes revealed an eager excitement.

They were all thinking about it.

If a teenager can do it, there's no reason why I can't.

When I got back, I asked each of my kids in the family.

See what toys they want.

Let's do it too.

To do better.

Even Liu Haizhong turned around to look at his second and third sons.

Their eyes held a burning love they had never seen before.

But this did not make them happy.

Instead, Liu Guangtian shrank back a little, trying to use his mother's body to block his father's gaze.

And their feet were already prepared to escape at any moment.

Because whenever his father stared intently at him.

That's when he got beaten up.

Liu Guangfu, who is now seven years old, simply ran away.

He thought to himself: I haven't caused any trouble today, so why is everyone staring at me?

That look is absolutely terrifying.

Liu Haizhong, unaware of what the children were thinking, even gave his two youngest sons a rare, appreciative smile.

"Old Yi, such a joyous occasion, shouldn't we throw a feast for the neighbors and friends?"

Yan Bugui deliberately raised his voice and shouted.

"Tonight I'll prepare some peanuts and melons, and buy a pig's head. I'll ask He Yuzhu from our courtyard to help me braise it until it's fragrant."

"Those of you who are free tonight, come and have a couple of drinks. Our compound has received such a great honor, let's all have a good time together."

Yi Zhonghai readily agreed.

But after glancing at Yan Bugui, a meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Yi Zhongding was excited watching from the side.

I'm coming!

He's coming with a moral cudgel!

as predicted.

Yi Zhonghai spoke again.

"Listen to me, everyone. It's not that I, Yi Zhonghai, am unwilling to spend the money, but this matter is simply not suitable for publicizing. Why?"

"This commendation from the People's Daily is an honor for our collective, for our compound, and for the working class and peasantry."

"It's not like the top scholar of the past, who, having passed the imperial examination, rode a tall horse and swaggered all over the capital—that kind of feudalistic personal behavior."

"We are the result of the strength and wisdom of collectivism, the care, love and support of the organization, and the support of the people."

"Otherwise, we ordinary people, no matter what inventions or creations we make, will be plundered, and we won't have any honors."

"Don't you all agree?"

Yi Zhongding felt a sense of relief upon hearing this.

Hmm.

It's this taste.

Moreover, his skill level is even higher and more invincible than what he showed in the drama.

The old saying "easy words and easy language" always revealed narrow-minded thinking.

Like a paper tiger.

Breaks with a poke.

Now?

That's all.

Who dares to refute this?

Who can say it's wrong?

Yan Bugui's smile froze upon hearing this.

He opened his mouth as if to say something.

But I can't put it into words.

Say what?

You say that I, Yan Bugui, am a small business owner, a class that can be united, not your red and righteous working class?

The words were spoken in the morning.

The ashes were taken out at night.

The family also took him to dig sand in the morning.

But I'll have to go tomorrow morning no matter what.

"The organization educates us, the working class, every day to maintain a simple, frugal, and hardworking lifestyle."

"Our compound has received such an honor. As members of the collective, we should devote all our time and energy to the cause of building our motherland, and we should maintain the fine traditions of the working class and peasantry."

"Instead of using such honors as capital to show off, or as a qualification for ostentation and extravagance."

"Otherwise, if word gets out, what will the organization think of us? What will everyone think of us? Wouldn't that tarnish the collective's honor?"

"You're a teacher, so you must understand the spirit of the organization better than a roughneck like me. What do you think? Do you think what I'm saying makes sense?"

Yi Zhonghai has no intention of letting him off the hook and continues to "expand" the scope of the matter.

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