Pursued by the Heavenly Dao, first level up in the courtyard.

Yan Jiecheng is realistic and selfish. He resented Qin Huairu, whom he had coveted for a long time, for marrying Yi Zhonghai.

Yan Jie was already smitten by Qin Huairu's looks and figure alone, not to mention that Qin Huairu also had a lot of money.

"Birds of a feather flock together," Yan Jiefang's idea was very similar to Yan Jiecheng's.

Before Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang could win over Qin Huairu, Yi Zhonghai got married to her. Their schemes failed, and their resentment turned into anger. So they each plotted revenge.

Yi Zhonghai was a level seven fitter at the steel rolling mill. Yan Jiecheng, who worked at the Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill, was somewhat wary of Yi Zhonghai.

Yan Jiefang, who works at a kettle factory, is not afraid of Yi Zhonghai.

That noon, Yan Jiefang stood with his hands in his pockets, looking at the sticks not far away, a mocking sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Oh, isn't this our Yi family's eldest son? He's living a very comfortable life."

Yan Jiefang's voice was quite loud, and several children around him looked over.

Bang Geng angrily retorted, "Yan Jiefang, what do you mean by this?"

Yan Jiefang sneered, "Bang Geng, you've changed from Jia Geng to Yi Geng. Your biological father, Jia Dongxu, was an apprentice of Master Yi. Master Yi is now your stepfather, and you're now your biological father's younger brother."

"Bang Geng, are you treating your own father's younger brother?"

"Has Bang Geng become his biological father Jia Dongxu's younger brother?"

"Bang Geng, you used to be a generation below me, but now you're my peer."

A few teenagers around him were making fun of each other, one after another.

Faced with the ridicule and sarcasm of the crowd, Bang Geng was filled with rage.

Twelve-year-old Banggeng couldn't beat twenty-two-year-old Yan Jiefang, so he didn't dare to make a move.

Enraged, Banggeng rushed home, yelling at Yi Zhonghai to get out of the Jia family and that he wouldn't be Yi Zhonghai's son.

Yi Zhonghai was furious but dared not hit, scold, or beat him.

Yi Zhonghai knew very well that if he cursed Banggeng, Qin Huairu would definitely be unhappy, let alone hitting Banggeng!

He finally had someone to call him "Dad," and he didn't want to lose his son Banggeng because of beatings and scoldings.

Bang Geng kept urging Qin Huairu and Yi Zhonghai to divorce and to change their surname back to Jia.

"It's their business what they say, what they say is their business..."

Yi Zhonghai persuaded him gently, and then gave Bang Geng five yuan.

The idiot who would do anything for money, after receiving five yuan, had most of his resentment towards Yi Zhonghai disappear.

In the following days, Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang frequently mocked Bang Geng.

Many children in the school were also mocking the "stick joke".

As the resentment in Bang Geng's heart continued to grow, his desire for revenge became increasingly intense.

Unable to defeat Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, he thought it over and over and decided to burn down the Yan family's house that night.

When the night was deep and quiet, Banggeng took the kerosene from home and went to the front yard of the Yan family's house.

The courtyard houses have long been equipped with electrical wires and LED lights, but each household still has kerosene lamps.

They poured some kerosene on the doors and windows of the Yan family's house and lit it with a lighter.

Feeling anxious and worried, he hurriedly returned home and put away the kerosene bottle and lighter.

The Yan family, who were fast asleep, were completely unaware that their doors and windows were on fire.

Before long, the flames reached the eaves of the Yan family's house.

"Something terrible has happened! The Yan family's house in the front yard is on fire!"

Liu Haizhong's voice echoed throughout the entire courtyard.

In an instant, the neighbors who heard the commotion rushed out.

"Why did the Yan family's house catch fire?"

"Quickly, put out the fire!"

"Help!"

Yan Bugui, Yang Ruihua, Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiefang, Yan Jiekuang, and Yan Jiedi hurriedly escaped.

Extinguishing fires through doors and windows is relatively easy, but extinguishing fires on roofs is more difficult.

Yan Bugui, who was lying limp on the ground, was breathing heavily. Thinking of his money, he shouted and rushed home.

Before Yan Bugui could rush into the sea of ​​fire, He Yuzhu pulled him back.

"My money, my money..."

Yan Bugui struggled frantically and shouted incessantly.

Yi Zhonghai, who helped put out the fire, began to suspect that the fire at the Yan family's house was started by Bang Geng.

As soon as he stepped outside, Yi Zhonghai smelled the odor of kerosene.

When the fire was extinguished, four of the six houses in the Yan family's front yard were burned down to brick walls. The wooden doors, windows, furniture, and roof were mostly burned to a crisp. The household appliances were completely destroyed, and broken tiles were scattered all over the ground.

Originally, the Yan family only had three houses. A few years ago, when Liu Haizhong bought a house, Yan Bugui bought three houses.

"My money, my money!"

Yan Bugui wailed incessantly. As a small business owner, he only had a little over a thousand yuan in bank savings, while the other ten thousand yuan in banknotes were all at home.

The fire reduced Yan Bugui's more than 10,000 yuan to ashes.

His television and refrigerator were burned.

Yi Zhonghai returned to the Jia family home, opened the doors and windows for ventilation, and quietly gave Bang Geng some instructions.

Kerosene evaporates quickly, and the smell of kerosene in the Yi family's home disappeared completely before the police arrived.

Police officers and neighborhood committee staff arrived at the courtyard one after another.

"Someone must have set the fire."

"I also think someone set the fire."

"I wonder who the Yan family has offended?"

After investigating, no clues were found, and the police and neighborhood committee personnel left the courtyard.

Ye Qiu, Lin Fan, Li Kun, and Su Hai gathered at the Xiao family home to discuss the burning of the Yan family's house with Xiao Ze.

Lin Fan said, "I suspect that the fire that burned down Yan Bugui's house was set by Bang Geng."

Li Kun chimed in, "I also suspect it's a Korean joke."

Su Hai nodded: "The probability of the stick being the one starting the fire is the highest."

Ye Qiu said gloatingly, "Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiecheng mocked Bang Geng time and time again. They deserved to have their family burned down."

Lin Fan said, "Brothers, it's almost one o'clock, I'm going back to sleep first."

Ye Qiu chimed in, "I'm going back to sleep too. I have to go to work tomorrow."

Qi Bing had already foreseen that Bang Geng would set fire to Yan's house.

Having mastered the concepts of cause and effect and destiny, his predictive abilities were astonishing.

He disliked Banggeng and the Yan family.

Whether Banggeng set fire to the house or not, and whether the Yan family's house was burned down, Qi Bing didn't care.

There are two things in life: one concerns my game, and the other concerns your game.

Four rooms of the house were burned down. The six members of the Yan family were filled with anger, despair, and heartache.

Yan Jiekuang broke the silence: "Dad, Mom, I suspect our house was burned down by a stick."

Yan Bugui couldn't help but ask, "Third brother, our house was burned down by a bonfire? What proof do you have?"

Yan Jiekuang glanced at Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiefang, then said, "Dad, Mom, these past few days, my eldest and second eldest brothers have been frequently mocking Banggeng for changing his surname, saying that since Banggeng has become Yi Zhonghai's son, he's now of the same generation as his biological father..."

Yang Ruihua said, "Bang Geng is only twelve years old this year. He burned down our house. Does he have that kind of guts?"

Yan Bugui asked, "Have any of you offended anyone?"

Yan Jiecheng said, "I've been behaving myself at the factory and haven't offended anyone."

Yan Jiefang quickly replied, "I haven't offended anyone. I haven't had any arguments with anyone at the factory or in the yard."

Yang Ruihua had an idea: "Honey, shall we test Bang Geng?"

Yan Bugui nodded: "That's the only way. If it were our house that was burned down, I'd never forgive him. Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu must compensate us."

The thought of his family's more than 10,000 yuan in cash being burned to ashes filled Yan Bugui with unbearable anguish.

Fortunately, it's only April, and the northern part of the city isn't too cold yet. If it were winter, Yan Bugui and the others wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

If your bank passbook is burned, you can go to the bank to get a replacement.

Yan Bugui did the math and found that he had lost a total of more than 18,000 yuan.

The electric scooter, television, and refrigerator were all burned, along with over ten thousand yuan in cash...

The next morning, Yan Bugui waited outside the school for Bang Geng to arrive.

Seeing Banggeng approaching, Yan Bugui suddenly asked, "Banggeng, did you burn down my house?"

Having anticipated this, Bang-ge denied it without hesitation.

If Yi Zhonghai hadn't given instructions last night, Banggeng would likely have been exposed.