Courtyard House: Starting by inheriting the tradition and suppressing the barbarians.

In 1979, the autumn winds rose.

On the streets of Beijing, besides the restless energy of reform and opening up, there was also a sense of excitement.

There's also a group of idle young people.

They wore bell-bottoms, sunglasses, and carried tape recorders, loitering in groups at the entrance of the alley.

Among them, one group stands out particularly.

The leader was a cripple, leaning on an iron crutch, with a fierce-looking face.

That one eye exuded a fierce aura, making everyone look like they owed him eight hundred strings of cash.

This person is Bang Geng.

Ever since he was turned down at the steel rolling mill and was spurred on by the happy life of Li Xuan's family.

Bang Geng has completely given up.

Work?

Not looking for it!

That's servitude, I won't do it!

He relied on his "experience" of having spent time in a juvenile detention center and being exiled to the Northwest.

They quickly established themselves in this group of thugs.

"Hey sir, where are we going to make our fortune today?"

A young thug with long hair handed over a cheap cigarette and asked ingratiatingly.

Banggeng took the cigarette and skillfully lit it with his scarred hand.

He took a deep breath, exhaled a ring of smoke, and a sinister glint flashed in his single eye.

"Get rich?"

"Hmph, we can't do those big deals right now, but we can still fill our stomachs."

Banggeng threw the cigarette butt on the ground and crushed it out with his good leg.

"Let's go back to the courtyard!"

"I think Old Man Yan's pile of coal briquettes looks good; it's perfect since we don't have a fire to roast them."

......

The front yard of Hongxing Courtyard.

Yan Bugui was squatting at his doorstep, guarding the pile of coal briquettes he had just bought for the winter.

He bought it with money he had saved by scrimping and saving, money he had painstakingly scrimped and saved.

He marked each and every piece of coal, afraid that it would be stolen.

"Sigh, prices are rising too fast, life is tough."

Yan Bugui sighed as he counted the coal briquettes.

Just then, a loud whistle came from the gate.

Banggeng swaggered in with three or four shady-looking young men.

Yan Bugui's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly stood up, intending to cover the coal briquettes.

But this action was clearly unnecessary.

"Hey, Uncle San, busy at work?"

Banggeng, leaning on his iron crutch, limped over to Yan Bugui and looked at the pile of coal briquettes with a half-smile.

"This coal is good, it's black and shiny, it'll burn really well."

"Great...great joke."

Yan Bugui forced a smile, but instinctively stepped in front of the coal briquettes to block them. "These are newly bought..."

"It's great that I just bought it!"

Bang Geng's expression changed instantly, his smile turning into a ferocious grin.

"We're just looking to warm ourselves by the fire tonight, can we borrow some of this?"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several thugs behind him immediately swarmed forward.

Without even taking a bag, he simply took off his coat and stuffed the coal briquettes inside.

"Hey! You can't take it! You can't take it!"

Yan Bugui panicked and rushed forward to stop him, shouting, "This is our family's lifeline for getting through the winter!"

"This is robbery!"

"Get out of my way!"

Banggeng raised his iron cane and slammed it hard on Yan Bugui's shoulder.

"Ouch!"

Yan Bugui cried out in pain, clutching his shoulder and staggering back several steps, sweating profusely from the pain.

"Old man, you're asking for it, aren't you?"

Banggeng pointed his cane at Yan Bugui's nose and cursed viciously, "Lending you a few briquettes is doing you a favor!"

"If you dare utter another word, believe me, I'll smash all those lousy potted plants of yours!"

"Would you tear your old bones apart too?"

Seeing the murderous look in Banggeng's single eye, Yan Bugui chickened out.

He knew that this guy was now a desperate criminal, a mad dog!

What wouldn't someone who dares to hit their own mother do?

"I...I won't say anything more...you can...take it..."

Yan Bugui's lips trembled, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He could only watch helplessly as the bandits carried away most of the coal briquettes he had painstakingly bought.

"That's more like it."

Banggeng gave a smug, cold laugh.

Then, he walked to the corner of the wall and casually picked up two large cabbages that he had just stored for the winter.

"This dish is good too, let's take it home and stew it with glass noodles!"

The group looted the village like Japanese soldiers entering a village.

Then he strode away, leaving behind a mess and a heartbroken Yan Bugui.

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Jia family.

Qin Huairu had just returned from sweeping the streets and was so tired that she could barely straighten her back.

Upon entering, one sees Banggeng and a group of people smoking, drinking, and warming themselves by the fire in a smoky atmosphere.

The coal burning in the stove was the very coal briquettes that had been stolen from Yan Bugui's house.

The stew in the pot was the cabbage that had been stolen.

The room reeked of cheap tobacco and alcohol.

"Bang Geng...where did you get your coal and vegetables?"

Qin Huairu asked cautiously, "We...don't have any of these things at home!"

"Is it any of your business?"

"Stop bastarding in front of me."

"You have no right to tell me what to do!"

Bang Geng, his face flushed from drinking, slammed the bottle on the table and yelled, "If you have something to eat, shut up!"

"Go quickly and make us some flatbread!"

"If my brother goes hungry, don't blame me for beating you up!"

"I won't hold back!"

"snort!"

Xiao Dang and Huaihua huddled in the corner of the inner room, trembling, too afraid to come out.

Qin Huairu looked at her son, whose face was no longer recognizable, and felt utterly hopeless.

He silently walked to the stove and began kneading the dough.

She didn't dare to resist at all.

Just yesterday, she was accused of not giving Bang Geng money to buy alcohol.

As a result, he was slapped across the face by Bang Geng, and half of his face is still swollen to this day.

It's burning hot!

A son hitting his own mother—this is utterly outrageous!

Even though Qin Huairu was furious, there was nothing she could do.

Who made Bang Geng her only son?

He was also the only heir of the Jia family!

Besides, Bang Geng has become who he is today because he spoiled him little by little.

Who can we blame now?

She only has herself to blame!

In this family, Bang Geng is the emperor, the heavens!

......

backyard.

Although the front yard was in complete chaos, no one dared to cause trouble in the backyard.

Although Bang Geng is a scoundrel, he's not stupid.

He knew Li Xuan's current status and also knew that Li Xuan was very capable.

Almost everyone who targeted Li Xuan met a bad end.

Even Xu Damao, who had served as the deputy director of the Revolutionary Committee, was sent to jail by Li Xuan.

At this moment, if he dared to provoke Li Xuan, he would be courting death.

Only a fool would do that.

Therefore, Bang Geng would never act rashly without a thorough plan.

Currently, the only thing they can do is bully pushovers like Yan Bugui to vent their anger and inferiority complex.

Li Xuan stood at the window of his study on the second floor, looking at the black smoke rising from the central courtyard, and shook his head.

"Those who commit many unrighteous acts will surely perish."

"Bang Geng, the more you jump around, the closer you get to the cliff."

Li Xuan drew the curtains and turned back to continue playing with his daughter.

He had no interest in even making a move against this doomed clown.

The law and the will of Heaven will naturally come to punish him!

Do it yourself?

That would be so beneath me!

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