Siheyuan: Hang Jia Dongxu, smash Banggeng to death!

The next day.

Lin Tian agreed, allowing Zhang Shiyu to give him the opportunity to travel back in time.

Zhang Shiyu nodded and used it, watching Lin Tian leave the scene.

When Lin Tian opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the back room of his own house, a courtyard house.

Everything was just as I remembered, even the chipped enamel basin in the corner was still there.

He jumped out of bed, his bare feet touching the cool floor tiles. He had just reached the door when…

The sound of the father arguing with Yi Zhonghai could be heard from the living room.

"Jianguo, can't you just turn a blind eye?"

Yi Zhonghai's voice was very low, with an almost shattering anxiety, "I only have one disciple, Dongxu. If you report him, what will happen to his family?"

I know he did something wrong, but it's already happened.

"As long as you don't report him, I promise he won't make the same mistake again, okay?"

Lin Jianguo tapped his pipe twice on the edge of the table, making a soft thumping sound, and sighed, "Yi Zhonghai, I misjudged you."

I thought you were a respected elder, a righteous person. I never imagined you'd try to protect a criminal just because Jia Dongxu is your apprentice?

"Yes, because he is my apprentice."

Yi Zhonghai's voice suddenly rose, "Jia Dongxu is not only my apprentice, but also my caregiver."

You, Lin Jianguo, are of noble character, yet you have children and someone to support you in your old age.

But what about me?

"I've lived most of my life, and I have no children. When I die, there's no one to mourn me. How miserable I am!"

The room was quiet for a moment.

Lin Tian saw his father sitting on a stool through the crack in the door, a long stick of tobacco hanging down beside his knees.

Yi Zhonghai lowered his head, his voice softening again: "Brother Jianguo, please, for my sake, let's just let this matter go, okay?"

I promise he won't.

We should be more magnanimous. We are all elders who watched them grow up; we should give the child a chance to correct their mistakes.

Lin Jianguo remained silent for a long time before finally sighing, "Fine, this is the only time. If there's a next time, don't blame me for not giving him another chance."

Lin Tian moved his ear away from the crack in the door and sat back down on the bed.

This seemed to be the beginning of a tragedy for his family. His father agreed not to report it, but Jia Dongxu was unrepentant and went to steal scrap metal from the factory to sell.

When his father threatened to report him, Yi Zhonghai used his job as leverage, since his father was the only one in the family with a job.

After his father compromised again, he was sent to the boiler workshop by Yi Zhonghai and was eventually murdered.

But it's different now.

He is now standing at the starting line.

He came back to take them in.

...

At the same time, in the west wing.

As soon as Yi Zhonghai entered the room, Jia Dongxu eagerly approached him, his voice low but unable to conceal his urgency:

"Master, what did that old bastard Lin Jianguo say?"

Yi Zhonghai sat down at the table, picked up the enamel mug on the table, took a sip of water, and then slowly said, "He agreed not to report it."

Jia Dongxu let out a long sigh of relief, as if a stone that had been pressing on his chest had finally been removed, and his back straightened a bit:

"That's good, that's good. Master, you know me, I had no other choice."

I was the only one in my family with a food ration; all five of us were waiting for food to be cooked.

The price of food on the black market is rising every day; sometimes you can't buy it even if you have money. I'm in a tough spot, which is why I resorted to this desperate measure.

Qin Huai peeked out from the kitchen doorway, her apron damp with water: "Uncle, Dongxu had no choice. He's the only one in our family with an urban household registration and a grain ration."

My mother-in-law, Banggeng, Xiaodang, and I are all from rural areas and don't have ration quotas. If we did, Dongxu wouldn't be doing these things.

Yi Zhonghai put down the enamel mug, his gaze lingering on Qin Huairu's face for a moment, his voice carrying a hint of disappointment:

"Your lack of quotas is due to your own shortsightedness. When you married Dongxu, you could have registered your household registration, but what did you do?"

Your disagreement has resulted in Banggeng and Xiaodang having their household registration under their mother's name, and they are not receiving food rations.

Now it's all good; unless you have a job, you can't get a household registration at all.

I asked Director Wang about this matter. There's no hope for the quota system for household registration. You should try your best to continue.

Qin Huai lowered her head and lowered her voice: "Uncle, I also wanted to register my household registration, but my mother-in-law wouldn't allow it."

They said this would allow them to get an extra portion of grain in the countryside, but who knew that later, with the communal dining system, all the fields would be collectively owned...

"You ungrateful wretch, Qin Huairu!"

Jia Zhangshi's voice came from the inner room, "Now you're blaming your old mother? Why didn't you blame me when you were taking dozens of extra catties of grain every year?"

Now it's my fault!

She lifted the curtain and came out, her plump body blocking the doorway, her triangular eyes wide open. "And you, Yi Zhonghai, our family is already in such dire straits, as Dongxu's mentor, don't you have done anything wrong?"

You could pull some strings for him, get him promoted, and give him a raise.

"He's been a first-class fitter for so many years. Everyone in the workshop calls my son Jia 'First-Class Fitter.' Do you feel proud of them talking about my son like that?"

"Jia Zhangshi, you're being unreasonable..."

Yi Zhonghai's face flushed red, as if his secret had been exposed. He was about to speak when Jia Dongxu interrupted his spellcasting.

"Mom, don't blame your master. It's all because I didn't learn well. I will definitely work harder. Don't blame him. He took good care of me in the workshop. It's just that I'm too stupid."

Yi Zhonghai's anger at Jia Zhangshi dissipated by these words, and his expression softened.

He stood up, took out a wad of crumpled bills from his pocket, counted out five ten-yuan bills, and placed them on the table:

"Dongxu, don't do anything illegal. Lin Jianguo is a stubborn man. He may not pursue this matter this time, but he won't let you off the hook next time."

Use this money to buy some food; it should be enough to feed you for two months.

After saying that, he turned and left without looking back.

Jia Dongxu saw him to the door, repeatedly assuring him, "Master, don't worry, I won't do it again, I definitely won't."

Only after Yi Zhonghai's figure disappeared behind the moon gate did he close the door, quickly walk back to the table, and pick up the five tickets.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, and his previous submissive demeanor vanished completely.

Madam Jia snatched the money from Jia Dongxu's hand, her manners unseemly, and said, "Dongxu, I'll keep this money for now."

What's wrong with turning a blind eye to Lin Jianguo, that inhuman bastard?

Why are you clinging to my son? Will he grow a bigger physique or get promoted and make a fortune?

We all live in the same courtyard, we see each other all the time, but he's putting on that aloof act for whoever he's trying to impress.

And then there's Yi Zhonghai, the one who died without leaving any descendants. He only earns 99 yuan a month, and he doesn't even bother to give half of it to my family.

Can he eat and use it all by himself?

Who are we saving that money for?

Are you going to give me a coffin lid?

"If he hadn't been so stingy and unwilling to give more, would my son have had to steal scrap metal to sell?"

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