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

When Yi Zhonghai returned home from get off work, he saw Yan Bugui watering the flowers at the door and couldn't help but ask, "Old Yan, I heard you went to Hongxing Elementary School to be a teacher?"

"Old Yi, who told you that?"

"Old Yan, how much is your salary?"

"A primary school teacher at level 11 earns over 260,000 yuan per month."

"That's far too little."

"Yes, more than 200,000 a month isn't even enough to feed the family."

Yan Bugui, who comes from a wealthy family, has at least five times the savings of Yi Zhonghai.

In his previous life, he was an inconspicuous eyeglasses shop that could earn tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions of yuan a month.

A noodle shop that doesn't look like much might actually have a net profit of tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan per month.

At its peak, Yan Bugui's bookstore could earn several hundred silver dollars a month.

When business is slow, I can sell about twenty books a day. Even if I make 0.1 yuan per book, I can earn two or three yuan a day.

There are many wealthy people in the north of the city, and some books are even more profitable. When business is good, it's normal for a bookstore to earn several hundred dollars a month.

Time flies, and it's already mid-April.

At 3 p.m. that afternoon, at the Intermediate People's Court.

Wang Yunxia, ​​the director of the subdistrict office, is presiding over the election of liaison officers.

"Your No. 95 compound is large and has many residents. We will select one liaison officer from each of the front, middle, and back courtyards. Those who are interested in being a liaison officer can register now, and the election will be held next week."

On the surface, the liaison officers have no power, but in reality, they enjoy many hidden benefits.

Having already heard the deaf old lady's analysis, Yi Zhonghai, under the pretext of helping his neighbor, volunteered to sign up.

After seeing how respectful Wang Yunxia, ​​the director of the subdistrict office, was to the deaf old lady, Yi Zhonghai was overjoyed and took even better care of her.

Liu Haizhong, who is eager to become an official, signs up to run for liaison officer.

Xu Fugui and Yan Bugui signed up to run for liaison officer.

Zhao Dazhu, who works at a machinery factory, participated in the election for liaison officer.

Wang Yunxia said a few words, then led two subordinates toward the neighboring courtyard house at number 96.

For large courtyard houses with many residents, select three liaison officers; for small and medium-sized courtyard houses with fewer residents, select one or two liaison officers.

Despite his seemingly respectable appearance, Yi Zhonghai signed up to run for liaison officer. Every evening, he would chat with his neighbors in the courtyard, verbally promising to help them.

Liu Haizhong speaks with an official tone, but he is quite nice to his neighbors and doesn't hold back when teaching his apprentices. The neighbors in the courtyard are only unhappy with his airs, but they are generally satisfied with him as a person, and many neighbors have agreed to vote for him.

Xu Fugui was a projectionist at the steel rolling mill. He would go to the countryside to show movies every now and then and rarely stayed in the yard. After signing up for the liaison officer election, he promised that once he became the liaison officer, he would show movies to his neighbors.

Yan Bugui, who lived in the front yard, became a teacher at Hongxing Elementary School. Many of the neighborhood children studied at Hongxing Elementary School, and as a teacher, he had a great advantage.

On election day, Wang Yunxia, ​​the director of the subdistrict office, came to the courtyard house again.

Moments later, the neighbors began voting, creating a tense yet lively atmosphere.

The voting results are in: Yi Zhonghai was elected as the liaison officer for the Intermediate Court, Liu Haizhong was elected as the liaison officer for the Back Court, and Yan Bugui was elected as the liaison officer for the Front Court.

Qi Bing, who was sitting on the side watching the show, didn't care who was the liaison in the courtyard.

Let alone Wang Yunxia, ​​even Wang Yunxia's superior's superior is nothing to him.

Wang Yunxia said a few words, then dismissed the meeting and left with two subordinates.

Two days later, around 7 p.m., the courtyard held its first meeting.

In the open space of the courtyard, there was an octagonal table. Yi Zhonghai sat in the center, with Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong on his left and right.

The neighbors sat on the stools and chairs they had brought, while others stood around them.

Yi Zhonghai cleared his throat and raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet: "Dear neighbors, I've called this meeting today for two reasons. First, to convey the notice from the neighborhood office, and second, to discuss the sanitation issues in the compound with you all."

Yi Zhonghai glanced around the room and continued, "The subdistrict office has appointed the three of us as liaisons for the courtyard. From now on, we will be responsible for liaising with the subdistrict office on all matters, big and small, in the courtyard, relaying messages, acting as a bridge, and mediating conflicts between neighbors."

Just then, the deaf old lady said, "The term 'liaison officer' sounds too formal, and it's not convenient for everyone to address him."

Having anticipated this, Yi Zhonghai asked casually, "Grandma, what are your thoughts?"

The deaf old lady suggested, "Zhonghai, you are the oldest in the courtyard and a reliable person. From now on, everyone will call you Grandpa. Xiao Liu is the second oldest and will be the second Grandpa in the courtyard. Xiao Yan will be the third Grandpa."

Liu Haizhong was overjoyed and immediately chimed in, "Grandma, that's a great idea!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled and said, "If no one has any other objections, then let's leave it at that."

He Yuzhu said, "I think it's great. 'Grandpa One, Grandpa Two, Grandpa Three' sounds better than 'liaison officer,' and it's easier to call out to them."

Qi Bing sat to the side, puffing on his cigarette, watching the performance with indifference to the trivial matters in the courtyard that were none of his concern.

In the future, when he encounters Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui, he will still address them as Lao Yi, Lao Liu, and Lao Yan, and let others do as they please.

The surname comes first, and it is used for people who are older than him.

The surname comes first, followed by "older," and is used for people who are older than him and whom he respects from the bottom of his heart.

Yi Zhonghai changed the subject: "There's also the issue of hygiene in the compound. Each household is responsible for the hygiene of the common areas in the compound for one day."

Qi Bing made a surprising statement: "I won't be involved in the sanitation here. I live in the east wing and don't usually come to the main wing."

The courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang is divided into a west wing, a main courtyard, and an east wing.

The west courtyard has been completely altered due to war and the passage of time, and has been integrated with the main courtyard.

The first owner of the courtyard house was a prince during the Ming Dynasty.

Centuries have passed, and the courtyard has changed hands many times. Even Qi Bing's east wing has changed owners many times.

The current buildings in the East Courtyard are all rebuilt, and they are completely different from the original East Courtyard.

He Yuzhu stood up and questioned, "Qi Bing, what right do you have to not clean the common areas of the main courtyard?"

Qi Bing remained calm and said indifferently, "I don't live in the main courtyard, so why should I come here to sweep the floor?"

"You dare refuse a job assigned by an old man?"

"My surname is Qi, and my family does not have the custom of randomly recognizing elders."

Despite his rising anger, Yi Zhonghai pretended to be calm and said, "Zhu Zi, stop making a scene. 'Uncle' is just a title. Everyone can call me whatever they like."

"If there's nothing else, I'll head back."

As soon as Qi Bing finished speaking, without waiting for anyone's response, he picked up his chair and left.

After discussion, Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, and other neighbors decided that each of them would be responsible for the public area in front of their doors.

Those living in the backyard are each responsible for the sanitation of a portion of the backyard's common areas.

The common areas of the central courtyard, front courtyard, and west wing are also the responsibility of the respective residents.

After the hospital assembly concluded, Yi Zhonghai helped the deaf elderly woman walk toward the backyard.

"Madam, Qi Bing in the east wing might be a variable."

"Zhonghai, you don't need to worry about him. I've already figured it out. Qi Bing doesn't want to have any contact with the people in the compound."

"Madam, Qi Bing is twenty years old this year and doesn't have a job. Where does he get his money for his daily expenses?"

"In Zhonghai, Qi Bing is unemployed, but his master, Qin Chu, is definitely working to earn money. It's possible that Qin Chu sent him the money."

"If you haven't worked by the age of twenty, it'll be hard to find a wife."

"Zhonghai, you have Jia Dongxu and Zhuzi, you won't have to worry about your retirement in the future, so stop scheming against Qi Bing."

"Madam, I understand."

Qi Bing returned to the East Courtyard and entered the Xuanhuang World.

After enjoying a feast of delicacies and resting for a while, he resumed his martial arts practice.

After more than three hours of strenuous training, Qi Bing began to soak in a medicinal bath.

A bowl of medicinal soup in the morning and a medicinal bath in the evening make cultivation twice as effective.