I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Yan Jiefang realized that he had overestimated Yan Bugui and his wife!

In his mind, no matter what, these two guys would only come to him to settle their debt of gratitude for raising him and to repay him for his retirement after he graduated and started working.

As a result, on February 2, 1962, the 2th day of the twelfth lunar month, they began their attack.

As Yan Jiefang hurried back under the cover of night, he encountered Yan Jiekuang, whose face was red from the cold.

He grabbed his second brother with a look of anxiety:

"Second brother, you didn't know this while you were away from home. When they found out about your income, their expressions changed."

Your parents are waiting for you inside! I bet they want to ask you for your retirement money!

And they'll definitely ask for an exorbitant amount! You'd better think of a solution beforehand.

Yan Jiekuang's words were somewhat hurried and incoherent.

But the basic meaning was still clearly expressed.

Yan Jiefang nodded and took off his scarf, wrapping it around his neck.

"Jie Kuang, don't worry, I've thought about this beforehand and prepared a solution. Let's go back."

Hearing his second brother's words, Yan Jiekuang immediately felt relieved.

Since my second brother has already come up with a plan, there's absolutely no problem.

He believed in his second brother's intelligence and abilities.

Yan Bugui, Yang Ruihua, and Yan Jiecheng sat in the main room, waiting for him to return.

Yan Jiedi had already been coaxed to sleep by Yang Ruihua.

All three were excited to see Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang return.

Although the eldest brother, Yan Jiecheng, didn't gain much from this operation, he was happy to see his spirited second brother being ruthlessly exploited by his parents!

Human nature can be so twisted and ugly at times!

Yan Jiefang walked to one side of the round table and sat down. He took an enamel mug out of his bag and instructed Yan Jiekuang behind him:

"Jie Kuang, go get me a glass of water."

"Okay, Second Brother."

Yan Jiekuang quickly took the cup and went to pour water.

He quickly poured the boiling water and placed it in front of his second brother. Then, he walked over and sat down on the stool behind his second brother.

Yan Bugui and the others were not in a hurry. They waited until Yan Jiekuang sat down before slowly speaking:

"Jiefang, you're really something! You earn more money every month than your older brother and I combined, yet you've kept it a secret! What are you planning to do?!"

This guy habitually hides his income, always claiming that his salary is 27.5 yuan, and he even believes it himself.

That's right, it was calculated at 27.5 yuan just now.

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, the whole room became unusually quiet.

Time seems to slow down here.

Yan Jiefang did not rush to answer Yan Bugui's question. Instead, he slowly picked up the enamel cup in front of him, opened the lid, blew out a breath of cold air, and took a small sip.

Only after the warm water slid down his throat did he slightly lower the corners of his mouth, revealing a mocking smile.

"Sigh, I originally thought you could hold out longer before making your move, but I overestimated you."

Seeing Yan Jiefang like this, the sense of superiority that Yan Bugui and the other two had previously held suddenly plummeted.

Things have started to spiral out of control in directions they don't realize.

Yan Bugui's old face contorted in pain:

"Second brother, stop changing the subject and answer my question!"

"So what if I am? So what if I am not? What business is it of yours how much money I make?"

"How can it not be a problem? We raised you when you were young, so you should take care of us in our old age!"

He paused here, then unconsciously continued in his usual insipid manner.

"I've made the decision for you. From now on, you'll give me fifty yuan every month as our retirement money!"

"Clap clap clap~"

Yan Jiefang slowly clapped his hands:

"As expected of you! You're such a calculator whiz! You even managed to knock some abacus beads off my face."

Yan Bugui's face turned ashen, and his speech became even more fluent:

"Jiefang, how dare you speak like that? Our No. 95 courtyard is a civilized courtyard that respects the elderly and cares for the young. How can you talk to your elders like that?"

There are no parents who are always wrong, only children who are never perfect!

Although the Celestial Venerable Morality is no longer in the courtyard house, his influence remains profound.

One can imagine that by 1965, when the TV series started, the entire courtyard house was probably shaped like the God of Morality.

This guy is absolutely toxic!

Yan Jiefang felt fortunate: thanks to his efforts, he managed to get him sent to the farm for reform.

"You respect the elderly and care for the young, so this is how you show your love for the young, isn't it?"

Yan Jiefang took out a pre-preserved cornbread from his spatial storage and slammed it onto the table with a "thud".

This cornbread had almost no stickiness and broke into many pieces.

"Jie Kuang is 10 years old this year, and Jie Di is only 6 years old. Is this what you use to show love to the young?"

Don't tell me your family is poor! As a level 7 teacher, your fixed salary is 41.5 yuan, plus a 3 yuan class teacher allowance, a 2.8 yuan food subsidy, and a 2.5 yuan heating allowance.

Your monthly salary is 49.8 yuan! Even if it's less in the summer, it's still 47.3 yuan!

With this salary, is it really necessary to go outside the city to dig for wild vegetables, collect coal at the transport station, exchange sweet potatoes in Zuojiazhuang, and even make these kinds of garbage coarse grain buns to feed several children?

When Yan Jiefang revealed that the abacus expert's salary was nearly 50 yuan, he was shocked!

Yan Jiecheng and Yan Jiekuang were both taken aback.

Yan Jiecheng used to think that his salary was more than his father's, and he even felt superior!

Yan Jiekuang, on the other hand, always believed that his family was truly poor, so he thought it was nothing to suffer a little and that he could just grit his teeth and get through it.

I never imagined it was all fake!

When Yan Bugui heard Yan Jiefang reveal his salary so readily, he felt a little flustered.

The second child is indeed clever; he sees these issues very clearly, but he's just too lazy to talk about them usually.

For the first time, he realized that kids who went to vocational high schools were indeed different!

No wonder he was a cadre as soon as he started working.

With their intelligence and insightful mind, it would be a miracle if they didn't become cadres.

Ordinary people simply can't beat them!

However, Yan Bugui still tried to save face:

Even if everything you said is true, we raised you when you were young, and now that you're capable, you should take care of us in our old age! This principle holds true everywhere!

Hearing that this guy had nothing new to say, Yan Jiefang was too lazy to continue arguing with him.

"I remember you had a notebook where you recorded the training fees for a few of us. Go and get it."

Don't you consider the saying "You won't get poor from eating or dressing, but you will get poor if you don't plan ahead" to be a golden rule?

Let's settle this score point by point today, so we don't have to deal with it later.

Upon hearing this, Yan Bugui was overjoyed and quickly gave Yang Ruihua a wink, signaling her to bring out the account book.

Yang Ruihua got up and went into the room. A moment later, he took out a thick old notebook.