Courtyard house: Just the right amount of pressure, leaving you bewildered but not brain-damaged.

"Hey, Uncle San has learned his lesson today, he didn't stand at the door to rob people."

He Yuzhu's loud voice could be heard clearly not only by Gao Xiaosheng, but also by the Intermediate People's Court.

"Silly Zhu, how dare you talk like that? Have you forgotten everything I taught you? There are no bad elders, only unfilial children!"

"Dongxu, don't follow Shazhu's example. You have to respect the elders in the courtyard."

"Yes, Master, I will definitely take good care of you and my mother from now on."

Gao Xiaosheng glanced through the window and saw the mature-looking "Grass Python Hero" He Yuzhu leading the way through the front yard's hanging flower gate, carrying a cloth bag that, unsurprisingly, contained two lunch boxes.

The two people walking behind him were righteous-looking. The one with a buzz cut and a square face was Yi Zhonghai, the "Lord of Morality." The other was a thin, pretty-boy with delicate features, probably Jia Dongxu, the "Short-lived Ghost" and "Snake-Playing Immortal."

Next up was Liu Zhong, who had a fat head, big ears, and a burly build, and was described as "too eager to improve."

Gao Xiaosheng chuckled. He hadn't expected to learn so much on his first day of check-in. Yi Zhonghai really didn't waste any opportunity for PUA.

Just as he was about to turn around, he caught a glimpse of another figure out of the corner of his eye, and Gao Xiaosheng quickly turned back.

This person was clearly not one of the fools or beasts in front of him; he followed silently from a distance.

His face had rough skin, he had an ordinary appearance, and he was of average build. He looked like an honest person.

"Old Yi, you're finally back! You have to be my judge!"

The door to the west wing suddenly opened, and Yan Bugui rushed to Yi Zhonghai, grabbed his arm, and pulled him into the room.

"Old Yan, Old Yan, what's wrong with you? Let me go home and have some dinner first, then we can talk."

Yi Zhonghai stood still, no matter how hard Yan Bugui tried, he remained motionless.

A skinny monkey lecturing with chalk trying to motivate a factory worker who handles steel ingots every day? That's incredibly naive.

"He's an old man, you have to stand up for me..."

Just as Yan Bugui was about to explain, the plump Jia Zhangshi rushed straight through the central courtyard, shouting as she charged toward Yi Zhonghai. Her short legs moved so fast that one might mistake her for a potato spirit if they didn't look closely.

Seeing that Jia Zhangshi was almost upon him and hadn't slowed down, Yi Zhonghai, who had been as firm as a rock, started twitching at the corners of his eyes.

Although he only graduated from elementary school and hadn't learned the momentum formula, he still had some common sense.

With that weight and speed, if it really crashed into me, even if I gathered my qi in my dantian and stood firmly in a horse stance, I might not be able to withstand it.

Jia Zhangshi didn't care what Yi Zhonghai was thinking; all she could see was the arm that Yan Bugui was holding.

She suffered a great injustice and wanted to complain to Yi Zhonghai, but she still had to wait in line after Yan Laokou.

We must take it back! We absolutely must take it back!

Throughout her life, Jia Zhangshi was strong-willed and never wanted to be second to anyone. When she went out to buy things, she would use her fat body to cut in line, and she always had to be the first to complain!

At the critical moment, Yi Zhonghai chickened out.

With a powerful pull of the arms, the feet quickly shifted horizontally, creating space—no, two body lengths.

"Bang!"

"Ouch, ouch, Sister-in-law Jia, you've hit me! You've killed me!"

Yi Zhonghai managed to dodge, but Yan Bugui, who was holding his arm, became the scapegoat and was caught red-handed by Jia Zhangshi, falling flat on his back to the ground.

"Pah! Are your eyes even for breathing? You saw me coming and deliberately blocked my way. Are you trying to scam me?"

"Old Yan, you heartless scoundrel, you deserve to die from this accident. Get out of here and stop howling, don't delay my business."

Gao Xiaosheng watched from inside the room, grinning from ear to ear.

It's no wonder luxury cars have low chassis; they definitely have an advantage.

Yan Bugui was knocked flat on his back, but Jia Zhangshi was completely unharmed and stood steadily next to Yi Zhonghai.

Tsk tsk, a dignified third uncle, only serving as a brake pad, that's quite embarrassing.

"Sister-in-law Jia, there are so many people watching in the yard, including Dongxu. You should behave yourself."

Yi Zhonghai was talking about everyone present, but his eyes kept glancing behind him.

"Sun Youtian, what are you doing here watching the show? Go home." Madam Jia said, hands on her hips, exuding an imposing aura.

"I...I just got back and was about to open the door and go back inside."

Sun Youtian, who was walking at the back, had a flushed face. He was about to retort when his gaze swept over Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui, who was lying on the ground clutching his waist and groaning. His gaze lingered on He Yuzhu for two seconds, and he immediately lost his confidence. He hung his head and walked straight to the east wing.

"Sister-in-law Jia, what brings you here in such a hurry?"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Jia Zhangshi, who was blocking his way, and then at Yan Bugui, who was struggling to get up. He sighed and asked.

He had been working hard at the factory all afternoon and was exhausted. All he wanted to do was go home, have a drink of water, rest in bed for half an hour, and then have a delicious meal.

But two people came to him to complain at the same time. Judging from their attitude, they couldn't wait even a second longer. Even if he entered the house, the two of them would follow him.

"Damn it, I got slapped twice across the face. My head is ringing, and I've been lying in bed all afternoon and still haven't recovered. I'm still dizzy."

"Guizhen told me to go to the hospital for a check-up, because it might be that I have a concussion."

This was a solution that she and Wu Guizhen had discussed for a long time before coming up with.

In Wu Guizhen's words, if you want Gao Xiaosheng to spend more money, you have to make it sound serious.

If a grown man swings his arm and hits someone in the face, his head will definitely be shaken.

For other matters, Jia Zhangshi might not listen to Wu Guizhen, but when it comes to matters related to her illness, she would definitely trust her.

Wu Guizhen and Yi Zhonghai have been married for nearly twenty years but have been unable to conceive, which has driven them to desperation.

Wu Guizhen visited large hospitals, small clinics, and itinerant doctors, taking medicine like food every day.

I've encountered quite a few patients even though I haven't been able to conceive.

"Mom, you got hit? Who hit you? Tell me, and I'll get revenge for you."

Jia Dongxu ran up to Jia Zhangshi and looked her up and down, left and right.

My mood also changed drastically, gradually shifting from anger to confusion.

It's not red, swollen, blue, or purple; it's white, plump, and round, just like before.

Was it two slaps? Or was it being touched twice?

"This is the new house we moved into. Not only did they hit me, but they also threw our things out and smashed the locks."

Madam Jia pointed to the east hall, trembling with anger.

"Old Yi, I was also beaten up by this guy. It was a young man around twenty years old named Gao Xiaosheng. He slapped me six times. My wife came out to break up the fight and got slapped twice too."

Yan Bugui, clutching his aching back, leaned over to chime in, not backing down even after being glared at fiercely by Jia Zhangshi.

Normally, he would show deference to Jia Zhangshi out of respect for Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu, the master and apprentice.

Now that it involves a large sum of money, we can't back down even a step.

Yi Zhonghai frowned, looking at Jia Zhangshi, wanting to complain, but swallowed the words back.

He had warned her long ago that the public housing owned by the neighborhood committee should not be occupied, but Jia Zhangshi just wouldn't listen. Now that she's been beaten, she's complaining to him. Where was she before?

"Old Yan, why were you beaten?"

Yi Zhonghai considered the matter in his mind. He had to take care of it, but he couldn't bring up Jia Zhangshi.

"That kid bought a whole cartload of stuff. I'm the person in charge, so I have to take responsibility. I'll tell him not to move it into the yard yet, and I'll check it first."

"Then he got angry and said he didn't believe we couldn't get through this door. He grabbed my collar and started beating me. My teeth were even loosened from the beating."

Yi Zhonghai looked up at the sky, with only one thought in his mind—he was tired, let it all end.