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

Wang Yunxia angrily retorted, "Zhang Cuihua, how dare you repeatedly promote feudal superstition!"

Hearing Director Wang's voice, Zhang Cuihua was startled. Before Lao Jia could even be summoned, she lowered her head and pretended to be a quail.

Yi Zhonghai quickly stood up, his face plastered with a smile, trying to smooth things over by saying that Zhang Cuihua was uneducated, attempting to minimize the problem and make it disappear.

Wang Yunxia said bluntly, "Yi Zhonghai, this is the third time. Zhang Cuihua must be taken to the neighborhood committee for education."

Wang Yunxia, ​​unwilling to take responsibility, didn't want to be punished by her superiors for the sake of Zhang Cuihua.

Last time, we showed leniency and spared Zhang Cuihua. Even if people find out, it can be said that we treated the people kindly.

If we let Zhang Cuihua off the hook again, who knows if her competitors will report her?

Wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue; wherever there is intrigue, there is conflict.

Wang Yunxia wanted to be promoted from the subdistrict office to the district level. Which of the several deputy directors of the subdistrict office didn't want to be promoted to the permanent position?

Within the subdistrict office alone, she has several competitors, not even counting competitors from other subdistrict offices.

A few minutes later, people from the neighborhood committee and the police station took Zhang Cuihua away.

The neighbors present glanced at Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, and Yan Bugui.

"Meeting adjourned." As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the backyard.

Upon arriving at the deaf old lady's house, Yi Zhonghai said urgently, "Grandma, Zhang Cuihua has been taken away by the police and the neighborhood committee."

"Zhonghai, it's a good thing that Zhang Cuihua was arrested. She was too arrogant in the compound and deserved to be taught a lesson for a few days."

"Madam, Zhang Cuihua has been reported. If this continues, the courtyard will get out of control."

"Do you know who reported Zhang Cuihua?"

"I think I saw Liu Guangtian go out for a while, and also that Chen kid from the front yard..."

The deaf old woman, her brows furrowed, suddenly realized that many people in the courtyard had slipped out of her control.

Previously, Liu Haizhong had always tolerated Yi Zhonghai's behavior. However, since becoming an eighth-grade forging worker and deputy director of the forging workshop, Liu Haizhong has increasingly clashed with Yi Zhonghai, frequently citing reasons such as "superiors' demands" or "superiors' advocacy"...

"Zhonghai, the grain ration has been reduced by 10%, and many people in the compound are not even enough to eat themselves. You're asking them to donate money and grain to the Jia family? Do you think they would starve themselves and their families to donate money and grain to the Jia family?"

"Madam, I just wanted to test how many people in the courtyard would listen to me."

"Zhonghai, this is not how you do things. Your prestige in the institute was already almost gone. Liu Haizhong has become an eighth-level forger and the deputy director of the forging workshop. He has already surpassed you."

"Madam, it seems like Liu Haizhong has suddenly had a breakthrough."

"Living in a certain environment shapes one's temperament and physical constitution. Liu Haizhong's night school broadened his horizons considerably. After becoming the deputy director of the workshop, his knowledge continued to grow. The current Liu Haizhong is not so easily fooled."

The deaf old woman was furious at the thought that her plan had failed.

If Lou Xiao'e had married He Yuzhu, she could have completely severed ties with Yi Zhonghai.

With Lou Xiao'e taking care of her and providing financial support, she didn't need to feign politeness with Yi Zhonghai.

Unfortunately, Lou Xiao'e was taken to Gangcheng by Lou Zhenhua and his wife, and she will have to rely on Yi Zhonghai and his wife for the rest of her life.

Subdistrict office, office.

Zhang Cuihua was scolded for more than ten minutes. Frightened, she sincerely admitted her mistake.

In recent years, those who engage in feudal superstitions have faced severe consequences, ranging from criticism and struggle sessions, detention, and re-education through labor to imprisonment and even execution.

Zhang Cuihua's summoning of Lao Jia on her own was a personal act and could be loosely considered as engaging in feudal superstition.

"Zhang Cuihua, if you call your old Jia in the yard again, I'll have someone send you back to the countryside."

"Director Wang, I will never dare to do it again."

"In your Jia family, only Jia Dongxu has an urban household registration. You, Qin Huairu, Banggeng, and Xiaodang all have rural household registrations. I can send all four of you back to the countryside anytime."

"Director Wang, I really know I was wrong. I will never summon Lao Jia again."

"If your family doesn't have enough food, figure it out yourself. Then ask the people in the yard to donate money and food to your family, and I'll send you, Qin Huairu, Banggeng, and Xiaodang back to the countryside."

Unwilling to take risks for the Jia family, Wang Yunxia threatened Zhang Cuihua in a gloomy tone.

Jia Dongxu was a worker at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill. Zhang Cuihua and Qin Huairu had lived in the city for many years. Forcibly sending them back to the countryside would not be justified and could even draw criticism from the local people.

She tacitly allowed her neighbors to donate money and grain to the Jia family, but if someone reported her, she, as the director of the neighborhood office, could be dismissed.

Nowadays, the cost of crime is very high. If you embezzle ten dollars, you will basically be expelled from the membership and sent to work on a farm for six months to a year. For ordinary employees who are not members, there are three possible outcomes: a major demerit, demotion, or dismissal.

Throughout the entire courtyard, Wang Yunxia only cared about the deaf old lady; Yi Zhonghai was of no importance to her.

Wang Yunxia didn't care whether the Jia family members were starving or dying.

After scolding Zhang Cuihua for a long time, Wang Yunxia punished Zhang Cuihua by making her clean the house for a month.

After leaving the deaf old lady's house in the backyard, Yi Zhonghai returned home.

Jia Dongxu, who had been waiting for a long time, strode towards the Yi family's house.

Jia Dongxu entered the house, knelt down, and pleaded, "Master, please save my mother."

"Dongxu, get up quickly." As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he helped Jia Dongxu up.

"Master, my mother is so old, and she's been arrested by the neighborhood committee. You have to save her!"

"Dongxu, your sister-in-law's crime isn't serious, so don't worry too much."

"Master, many people who engage in feudal superstition have been sentenced to several or even more than ten years in prison, and some have even been executed."

"Dongxu, your sister-in-law just called out to Lao Jia a few times. She's not a shaman or a member of any evil sect. It's nothing serious. Don't worry too much. If she doesn't come back by then, I'll go to the neighborhood office tomorrow morning."

"Master, thank you. I will definitely take care of you in your old age."

"Okay, Dongxu, you should go back and rest first."

"Master, thank you."

Jia Dongxu thanked him repeatedly before returning to the Jia family home.

Despite her sorrowful expression, Qin Huairu was overjoyed. She eagerly anticipated that her mother-in-law, Zhang Cuihua, would be sent to a farm to be imprisoned for several or even more years.

If Zhang Cuihua is sent to the farm, the family's burden will be greatly reduced.

Unfortunately, Qin Huairu's dream did not come true, as Zhang Cuihua returned from the neighborhood office.

Jia Dongxu's eyes lit up, and he asked with a sigh of relief, "Mom, are you alright?"

Zhang Cuihua said irritably, "What do you mean 'nothing'? The neighborhood committee made me sweep the streets for a month."

Qin Huairu forced a smile and said, "Mom, it's good that you're back. We were worried you wouldn't be able to come back, so Dongxu went to find an old man..."

Qi Bing, from the east courtyard, practiced using the "standing cannon" technique for a while.

After showering and changing clothes, he held Liu Xiaoqian in his arms and quickly fell asleep.

Around 7 a.m., Qi Bing dropped Liu Xiaoqian off at the school gate and drove back to the East Wing.

After eating a few spirit peaches, he circulated the Heaven and Earth Profound Yellow Technique to refine the spiritual energy of the peaches.

Half an hour later, he began to mobilize the magical power in his lower dantian to clear the blocked meridians and acupoints.

As midnight approached, Qi Bing ate a boxed lunch and sat in the pavilion drinking tea and smoking.

"In a little while, the nine cargo ships and nine fishing boats at Yucheng Shipyard will be completed, and we will take the time to send the production technology of destroyers and submarines to Yucheng Shipyard."

Yucheng Shipyard, a subsidiary of Yucheng Industrial Group, has a total of eighteen dry docks, each capable of producing 30,000-ton-class ships.

Are some sections of the Yangtze River too narrow or too shallow? By widening and deepening them with amphibious tunnel boring machines, even 100,000-ton ships can travel freely.

Of the five amphibious tunnel boring machines already in use, two are used for dredging major rivers and the other three are used for road construction.

After extinguishing his cigarette, Qi Bing took out a book and began to read it word by word.

He has read countless books, and the number of books he hasn't read yet is piled up like a mountain.