Siheyuan (courtyard house): My name is Shazhu!

"Brother, the statement is done, we can go home now," He Yushui asked happily.

"Let's go home. I've finished my statement. I wouldn't dare order the military control commission to interrogate them." He Yuzhu and Xiao Li discussed this, and He Yuzhu was in a good mood.

"Yeah, let's go home and let them spread rumors. Let them stay inside, or better yet, shoot them. It's a pity Yan Jiecheng won't fight me, otherwise I'd beat him to death." He Yushui is still violent.

"Zhu Zi, is the matter involving Yan Bugui and Yang Ruihua very serious? Tell us all about it, so we can be more careful with our words after we find out."

"Of course, it doesn't matter to an ordinary citizen like me. But the Military Control Commission is different. Once the rumors spread, they're accused of being bought off, and their good reputation of several years will be completely ruined."

They talk about "serving the people" all the time. But what happens when the people themselves are obeyed? What will their superiors think when they hear this?

They think they're so clever, spreading any rumor they can get their hands on? Aren't they afraid of death? Everyone, go back. They want to interrogate these two, and we can't control them.

"Hahaha, Zhu Zi, you're something else. Being appointed by Yan Bugui as the superior of the Military Control Commission means you can command at least a million troops. Let's go back and wait for news in the compound tomorrow."

"Go back. There will be no results today. The comrades from the Military Control Commission will interrogate them and obtain solid evidence."

"According to Zhu Zi, he could get five or eight years in prison; he's just too clever for his own good."

Everyone in the courtyard went home to rest.

Wu Yougen, standing in the crowd, realized that it was He Yuzhu who had spoken up for him during the recruitment process, not anyone else. He understood that He Yuzhu was capable, while the others were not.

He decided that he would help He Yuzhu if he needed anything in the future. He also planned to buy He Yuzhu something to thank him when he had money.

Finally, after getting Yan Bugui into custody, He Yuzhu felt that even though the autumn sky was clear and the moon was brighter than the sun during the day, the moon was still shining brighter at night.

The military control officers interrogated the two men, leaving no stone unturned; they could even find out how many cups of water they drank in a day.

The Great Memory Restoration Technique will not fail.

The next morning at 7:30, He Yuzhu took He Yushui to school. As they exited the courtyard house, they encountered Xiao Li leading four soldiers to the courtyard house.

"I'm taking Yushui to school, what are you doing..." He Yuzhu asked knowingly.

"You're busy, we're going to raid Yan Bugui's house." After saying that, Xiao Li led his men into the courtyard.

He Yuzhu was very satisfied with the efficiency of the soldiers. There was no room for sentimentality. They were pragmatic and efficient in dealing with criminals.

When he got home from get off work, Xu Damao reported that a lot of gold and silver dollars had been found in Yan Bugui's house, a sum that shocked and stunned Xu Damao.

"Damn it, that stingy Yan Bugui, they raided his house this morning. I was in class and watched for over an hour."

The military control officers carried out three small boxes. Someone asked how much gold was in them. Xiao Li from the military control officer said that there were about three kilograms of gold and 1,500 silver dollars.

Xiao Li added that according to national regulations, individuals are not allowed to privately possess gold and silver dollars; the lightest punishment is confiscation, and the most serious punishment is imprisonment.

Let us hand over our gold and silver dollars to the state, and the state will buy them back at a normal price.

It's not surprising to have a few small yellow croakers worth a few dozen silver dollars at home, but for a small business owner to have three kilograms of gold and 1,500 silver dollars is outrageous.

Why isn't it mine? So much money, worth tens of millions in the pigeon market, we're so poor! "Xu Damao's family is rich, they could never have this much?"

"It's no use complaining about being poor. You're just a middle school student. You should focus on your studies. Earning money is your parents' responsibility. Sigh, I don't have any gold or silver myself, so I am a bit poor."

He Yuzhu looked down on Yan Bugui's three kilograms of gold, which was just ten large yellow croakers. He said his own gold was measured in tons, and he had much more than Yan Bugui.

"You're not bad either, earning over two million a month. But I'm still the poorest. Treat me to a meal sometime. Winter's coming, mutton soup is a good choice."

When are you going to cure the pork? Have my parents buy the meat, and you should start pickling the sauerkraut too.

"I'm letting you know in advance that the cured pork will be ready in December. I'll pickle some sauerkraut and pickled mustard greens next week; it's just for the two of us, so we don't need too much. We'll make mutton soup when we have time."

"I'll also pickle some sauerkraut and pickled mustard greens. You guys were having a good time last night, but I didn't hear a thing from the backyard."

"You want to get involved too? Should I give Yan Bugui a beating? Last night, Jia Zhangshi didn't dare come out to watch the fun, maybe she was afraid I'd beat her."

"Inside the courtyard, Madam Jia is already terrified of you by your beatings. Towards others, she's still the same shrew, unchanged."

She dares not change.

This morning someone asked Jia Dongxu if Qin Huairu's inability to go to work was his fault. He said that a good-for-nothing was occupying a position without doing anything and should give up his job at the steel rolling mill.

Gou Dongxi, Tan Wu, Ju San, and Tu Si were all saying that Jia Dongxu walked out of the courtyard with his tail between his legs to go to work, while Yi Zhonghai behind him was laughing happily. This meant they had completely clashed with the Jia family.

"There's no room for negotiation between Yi Zhonghai and the Jia family. His arm is crippled, blocking all of Yi Zhonghai's upward mobility. The Jia family, mother and son, simply can't afford to compensate him, and more things will happen in the future."

"They'd better kill each other. Leave Qin Huairu from the Jia family for you, brother. The rest of them should all die; none of them are good people."

"You're right, get rid of Qin Huairu. She's only fourteen, a little brat. Stop thinking about women. They're all tigers, haven't you heard?"

"You act like you're some big shot. I only left Qin Huairu to you because I consider you a brother. I'm Wu Song, what am I afraid of?

"You talk as if Qin Huairu is yours. She wouldn't even look at someone like you who has no income."

"Let's not talk about Qin Huairu. The courtyard houses behind us are selling jobs. Do you know how much a single job is worth?"

"Two million?" Xu Damao said.

"Five million, in cash. A single job is worth a lot of money. If ten or eight jobs were sold, people would become rich too."

"They're not far from death. There are people selling jobs in the courtyards behind, and nobody from the military control commission is doing anything about it?"

"How could they not care? The next day, when the military control commission found out, they immediately took back the job and gave it to someone else. They were prepared in advance; they must have ranked the candidates and given it to the next person who wasn't selected."

Afterwards, the two families got into a fight over five million yuan, with one refusing to pay back the money, believing that the job had already been sold and the money belonged to them.

Another person believes that since they were paid money but didn't get a job, the money should be returned to them.

Only the young man who had lost his job was crying bitterly, and no one paid him any attention. I didn't hear how they resolved the situation after that.

"We'll still seek a solution from the military control committee. Five million yuan is no small sum here; not many families in our compound can afford it. A fight between the two sides is a minor matter."

I feel sorry for that young man.

"If he doesn't resist, whose fault is it?"

"Alas, people's fates are all different." Xu Damao felt like he was about to become a Buddha.

Whether he becomes a Buddha or not, let him get lost first. He Yuzhu still prefers Xu Damao, who grew up and lived a clear and sensible life.