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

Yi Zhongding was puzzled when he heard this.

Brother, are you also from another time?

This little word sounds so formal and bureaucratic, do you want to "enter the ministry"?

You've finished your rant.

What am I supposed to argue about?

If other time travelers find out, won't I look like a fool?

But at this moment, Yi Zhonghai was thinking:

I haven't settled accounts with you yet, Yan Laoxi.

They've really gone too far.

Are they playing the trick of winning over the group?

This thing is your ancestor!

"Alright, you illiterate man, you've learned a couple of words from Ding Yazi, what are you showing off for?"

"Teacher Yan is a teacher who studies at school every day. How could he not understand organizational spirit better than a roughneck like you?"

"Hurry home and eat, then go to work."

Seeing that Yan Bugui's face was about to twitch, Tan Xiulian quickly said a few words to smooth things over.

She didn't mean to speak up for Yan Bugui.

Rather, it's just that the occasion is inappropriate.

It was a joyous day for her brother to be featured in the People's Daily.

How can we leave a flaw because of someone like Yan Laoxi?

"Old Yi is right, I didn't think it through. I just wanted everyone to have some fun."

"Let's ask Yi Zhongding to share his experience so that we can all learn from him."

"There are so many young people in the compound. If they could all be featured in the People's Daily, that would be the icing on the cake."

Yan Bugui forced a dry laugh, but he was reluctant to give up the enormous profits that were clearly visible, and he still wanted to struggle a little longer.

"Teacher Yan, didn't the newspaper say that we should turn our passion, wisdom, patriotism, and ambition to serve the country into practical actions?"

"Look, the newspaper you're reading doesn't give you the same level of understanding as I do."

"Want to dedicate yourself to the country and the people? Right? Let me give you some advice."

"The country is now promoting night schools and literacy classes, which aligns perfectly with your expertise. And you'll find qualified literacy teachers."

"Dedicate all your spare time and energy to the cause of literacy, so that the working class and peasantry can master their own knowledge and power."

"Who knows, you might be the one featured in the People's Daily tomorrow."

Yi Zhongding said with a smile.

That is certainly possible.

However, he was certain that Yan Bugui would not give up such meager immediate benefits.

He can't see that far.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have ruined their family's reputation for such a paltry sum.

"That makes sense, Teacher Yan. Why don't you try the literacy class at the neighborhood committee? You might even make it into the newspaper."

Jia Dongxu echoed this sentiment.

His words fell.

Those around, eager for a good show, also joined in the commotion.

When Yan Bugui first heard this, he was indeed tempted for a moment.

But he immediately thought that Yi Zhongding, that little brat, was up to no good.

Although the work in the literacy class was not hard or tiring.

However, he was not without his own shortcomings.

Moreover, it's different from teaching at a school.

Those students are all adults; you can't hit them or scold them, they're difficult to teach.

Moreover, literacy teachers not only don't receive salaries, but they also don't receive any subsidies.

He also had to give up the income from fishing to supplement his family's income.

Although it's not much.

But I can exchange some money every day.

Every now and then, we can have a bowl of fish soup.

What he wants is different.

What he wants is to be like Yi Zhongding, able to both make money and gain a reputation that is praised by the people.

This kid is so young.

How could you be so mean!

Yan Bugui really wanted to say, "Why don't you guys go and contribute? I'm not going to do anything that's thankless and exhausting."

But he dared not.

He could only laugh awkwardly and say, "To be honest, I really want to contribute to the people, but I'm truly powerless to do so."

"Look at my family, there are six of us, and we rely on my income to eat. Especially the three youngest, the oldest is only four years old, and I can't leave home at all."

Yan Bugui looked at the children his wife had brought to watch the commotion with a bitter expression, as if that was truly what he was thinking.

"Alright, everyone, young and old, stop making a fuss. Making contributions requires absolute sincerity in practicing the socialist spirit, not by stirring up trouble."

"Everyone, you can all go home now. If you'd like, come over for a drink tonight. We can talk about anything else tonight. Everyone should go to work now."

As soon as Yi Zhonghai heard his younger brother's words, he knew what he was thinking.

So let's finish this off and shut this old Yan down, so he can stop jumping around so happily all the time.

And then the two exchanged a glance.

Their eyes conveyed the same message: Just as I expected!

"Okay, I'll bring a bottle of wine tonight. It's not anything fancy, but don't refuse me a seat, Lao Yi."

Xu Wengui shouted loudly.

"Please take a seat!"

Yi Zhonghai responded loudly.

"Old Yi, I'll also contribute two bottles of wine, and I'll have my wife fry two eggs to make a snack to go with the wine."

His chubby face, framed by bangs, was beaming with a smile, making him look somewhat adorably goofy.

However, Yi Zhongding had witnessed firsthand the ruthlessness that stemmed from this man's obsession.

There are three kinds of bad things in this courtyard.

One reason is that he doesn't think he's bad.

One type is the clever bad, who knows he is bad.

One type is the stupid kind of bad, where the person is unaware of their own badness.

Liu Haizhong is the kind of person who would be foolish enough to secretly hide gold bars in front of outsiders.

It's really bad.

But it was indeed stupid.

But Liu Haizhong might still be able to win people over.

After all, his son hasn't yet become a live-in son-in-law to his father-in-law, who is an official.

His obsession hasn't reached its peak yet.

This person always acts like a leader, but doesn't quite understand how, which is very annoying.

"Good, Lao Liu is a man of good character."

Yi Zhonghai responded loudly.

The crowd gradually dispersed.

Everyone has to go to work; no one has time to linger and watch the excitement.

Liu Haizhong also went home with a bright smile.

In his heart.

Yi Zhonghai's words just now made him look good.

This is a good person!

Let's bring a plate of peanuts tonight.

His younger brother could even give Yan Laokou pointers.

Look at how many contributions we've collected.

At least give us some pointers.

"Mom, you heard everything just now. Make me a plate of fried eggs and some fried peanuts for dinner tonight."

"Also, since you're home today, ask those two boys if there's anything they want, and I'll make it for them."

"Tell them to think of something carefully. They have to come up with one. Although I'm a blacksmith, I also know a bit about metalworking."

The first thing Liu Haizhong did after entering the house was to explain this.

He also wanted to invent and create.

We'll donate then too.

"No, is it really necessary? Our family and Old Yi have never gotten along, and we have even less contact with Yi Zhongding."

"And recently, our son got into a fight with someone."

Can someone truly offer you genuine guidance?

Second Aunt, who was still called Zhang Qinghua at the time, said somewhat reluctantly.

"That's right, Dad. Back then, you stopped Mom from seeking justice from the Yi family, and now you're going to join them? Don't you have any shame about our family?"

Liu Guangqi also said with great displeasure.

He was still harboring resentment towards Yi Zhongding.

When has Liu Guangqi ever suffered such a great injustice?

When was I beaten up?

But that country bumpkin from the remote mountains dared to hit me.

Now I see a country bumpkin receiving such a great honor.

Deep down, she felt both jealousy and hatred.