Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

The morning mist had not yet completely dissipated.

The fantastic herb garden in the backyard, which Zhang Huaimin had nurtured, appeared even more mysterious in the mist.

Yan Bugui hung upside down in mid-air like a dead fish, held upside down by thick, mutated vines.

"Oh my god, help me..."

His hoarse voice had already gone awry from shouting.

His brain was severely congested with blood, his old face turned a deep liver color, and his eyes almost bulged out.

Even worse were the thorny vines that were tightly wrapped around him.

The dense, tiny thorns on it not only pierced his skin but also...

It also secretes a very weak plant toxin.

This toxin is not fatal, but it can cause an unbearable tingling, numbness, and itching sensation.

"It itches... Ouch, it hurts so much..."

Yan Bugui writhed in mid-air like a maggot.

The more you twist and turn, the deeper the barbs pierce, and the stronger the tingling and itching sensation becomes.

He's living a life worse than death; he just wants to find a block of tofu and smash his head against it to die.

The pair of gold-rimmed glasses that had been with him for several years had long since fallen into the mud and shattered into eight pieces.

Along with his "teacher" mask, it was trampled to pieces.

"Snapped!"

A crisp crack of a whip rang out in the quiet backyard.

Zhang Huaimin, wearing that blue cotton-padded jacket and holding a small willow twig in his hand, walked over with a smile.

He stood outside the bamboo fence, looking up at Yan Bugui, who was hanging upside down in the tree.

"Uncle, what are you doing practicing handstands so early in the morning?"

Zhang Huaimin's voice was crisp and clear, with a touch of innocent teasing.

"That pose is really unique, even more beautiful than the monkeys in the acrobatic troupe."

Yan Bugui struggled to open his eyes, which were swollen shut by bloodshot eyes.

Seeing Zhang Huaimin is like seeing a living bodhisattva who saves people from suffering.

"Huaimin... Huaimin, my little ancestor!"

Yan Bugui cried, tears and snot streaming down his upside-down face and into his hair; it was utterly disgusting.

"Help! Save Uncle San! This vine has become a spirit; it's going to eat people!"

"Uncle was wrong! Uncle will never dare to be greedy for small gains again!"

Zhang Huaimin gently tapped the fence with a small willow twig, feigning surprise.

"Oh, Uncle San, so you've come to steal flowers?"

"I heard Director Wang say that those who steal from the socialist system will be sent to labor camps."

"You stole my flowers, do you want to eat cornbread too?"

These words pierced Yan Bugui's heart like a knife.

Labor reform!

The scene of Xu Damao being arrested was still vivid in his mind, and he did not want to repeat the same mistake!

"No, no, no! Uncle San didn't steal it!"

Yan Bugui shook his head desperately, even though he was hanging upside down, his head was shaking like a rattle drum.

"I just... I just thought these flowers were so beautiful, I wanted to admire them up close..."

"Huaimin, considering how good Uncle San has always been to you, please have it put me down!"

Just then, the commotion in the front yard finally alerted the neighbors in the courtyard.

The first one to run over was Sha Zhu.

He was wearing a tattered military overcoat, yawning, and was just about to go to the toilet.

Turning my head, I saw this astonishing scene.

Holy crap!

Sha Zhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, and his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"Uncle, what kind of amazing skill are you performing?"

"In this freezing weather, are you hanging meat on a tree to dry?"

Sha Zhu had a very loud voice, and his shout attracted the attention of several other households.

The three women, not even properly dressed, shuffled into the backyard in their cloth shoes, like madwomen.

"Old man! What happened to you?!"

The three women were terrified when they saw Yan Bugui hanging in mid-air.

She lunged forward to pull it, but looked at the vines covered in barbs, like poisonous snakes.

She didn't dare to reach out, and could only jump up and down anxiously below.

Liu Haizhong, also heavily pregnant, limped over.

Looking at Yan Bugui's miserable state, he felt a perverse pleasure rising in his heart.

"Old Yan, what are you doing? You tried to steal a chicken but ended up losing the rice instead?"

Liu Haizhong mocked gloatingly.

"Aren't you usually quite shrewd? How did you fall for this little devil?"

The neighbors around were also pointing and gossiping.

"Oh dear, how come this vine is still alive?"

"This is really weird! The area around Zhang Huaimin's house is practically a minefield; whoever touches it is doomed!"

"Serves him right! Old Yan is usually so stingy, he even tries to take advantage of children. This time he's learned his lesson."

Hearing the sarcastic remarks around him, Yan Bugui felt utterly ashamed and indignant.

He's completely lost face today.

From then on, he couldn't hold his head up in the courtyard house or even at school.

"My little darling Huaimin! Your third uncle was really wrong!"

Yan Bugui no longer cared about saving face or maintaining dignity.

He burst into tears, his face covered in snot and tears, which mingled with the mud on the ground, making him look like a mud monkey.

"I admit it, I wanted to steal your flowers to sell for money!"

"I'm blinded by greed, I'm not human!"

"Put me down right now, I feel like my brain is about to explode!"

"I swear, if I, Yan Bugui, ever dare to harbor any wicked thoughts towards you again, may I die a horrible death!"

Seeing Yan Bugui's horribly miserable state, Zhang Huaimin felt that the time was about right.

The goal of making an example of someone has been achieved.

In this compound, anyone who dares to harbor any ill intentions towards him in the future will have to think twice about Yan Bugui's fate.

Zhang Huaimin smiled slightly and put down the small willow branch in his hand.

"Third Uncle, since you're so sincere, I'll forgive you this once."

Done.

To the astonishment of everyone in the hospital.

Zhang Huaimin snapped his fingers very casually.

"Snapped!"

The snap of fingers ended.

A miracle happened!

Those mutated vines that were originally tightly wrapped around Yan Bugui, as tough as steel.

They acted as if they had understood the orders.

In an instant, it loosened its barbs and, with a speed too fast for the naked eye to detect, swiftly retreated under the fence!

It lost the support of the vines.

Yan Bugui's body, weighing over 100 pounds, crashed straight down from a height of more than two meters.

"thump!"

A muffled thud.

Yan Bugui fell flat on his back in the mud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Ouch, my back!"

Yan Bugui was in so much pain that his eyes rolled back, and he lay on the ground groaning like a dead dog.

The three women rushed over to help him up.

However, when she saw the terrible state of Yan Bugui's body, she screamed in fright.

All that could be seen on Yan Bugui's tattered cotton-padded jacket were countless tiny soft thorns.

It looks like it just rolled out of a pile of cacti.

It's been tied up like a real hedgehog!

"Old man, bear with it, I'll take you back inside to pick at the problem!"

The three women, weeping and wailing, helped Yan Bugui up.

Amidst the pointing fingers and laughter of the crowd.

Yan Bugui, limping and covered in thorns, fled back to the front yard in a sorry state, like a stray dog.

This farce once again brought Zhang Huaimin's prestige in the courtyard to an unprecedented peak.

Everyone understood one thing.

Zhang Huaimin not only had an extremely powerful background, but everything around him, even the smallest blade of grass and tree, was also incredibly influential.

They all exude a supernatural power that inspires awe!

This compound will now completely belong to this five-year-old prodigy.

at this time.

It is located a few kilometers away from the courtyard house.

Inside a spacious, bright, and extremely imposing office in Zhongnanhai.

A huge map of China hangs on the wall.

Sunlight streamed through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the mahogany desk.

A vigorous and authoritative leader.

He was holding a red document stamped with the word "Top Secret" in his hand.

This document is a test report on "three-millimeter bulletproof alloy steel" that Lin Zhentian sent overnight!

The top leader read through the data in the report word by word.

The more I looked, the brighter the light of shock and fervor shone in his wise eyes.

"This...this really happened because of that five-and-a-half-year-old child?!"

When you see the end, you realize that the steel plate, only three millimeters thick, perfectly blocked the continuous barrage of rifle fire.

And when the conclusion is reached that the warhead is completely shattered.

This pillar of the nation remained unmoved even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.

I could no longer contain my excitement.

"Bang!"

The top leader slammed his hand on the mahogany desk with a deafening thud.