The courtyard house, without the script of Sha Zhu.

Chapter 89 Yan Fugui's Incident

To be precise, this wasn't something Cao Wei investigated on his own, since it would take too much effort for him to do it himself.

At this moment, Xu Damao, looking indignant, said through gritted teeth.

"Brother Wei, this guy is spreading rumors about you. What do you think we should do? Just take action!"

Xu Damao desperately wanted to see Cao Wei beat those beasts again.

The feeling of each punch landing squarely and completely overwhelming was even stronger than that of Sha Zhu.

Seeing this, Cao Wei glanced at the other party speechlessly.

"What do you take this for? Just fighting all the time."

However, deep down, Cao Wei really wanted to teach this beast a lesson.

However, right now, there is still a so-called caretaker, an old man named Xu Fugui, in the compound.

This matter can only be resolved if witnesses can be found.

But people aren't stupid. Although Xu Damao had heard the news, he wouldn't allow it if he wanted them to be witnesses.

It's highly likely the other party will be unwilling to speak, and even if they become a witness...

Did Yang Ruihua frame Cao Wei?

In a precise sense, no.

Cao Wei did indeed hit someone, and the way he did it was quite fierce.

The other party was simply stating the facts under these circumstances.

Cao Wei knew very well that there was no one in the subdistrict office who disliked him these days.

I won't let myself get away with this so easily.

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao seemed deflated and couldn't help but complain.

"Brother Wei, are you just going to let them spread rumors about you like this?"

Upon hearing this, Cao Wei naturally shook his head.

"How could that be? Da Mao, you should also spread some rumors. Go to the vicinity of that school and say that Yan Fugui, who is a teacher, acts as a gatekeeper in the courtyard every day and runs back as soon as get out of class is over. Also, he abuses his sons at home, making his three sons starve like beggars. He even tastes the salt when a manure cart passes by the courtyard. And even if there are pickled vegetables at home, they are divided into three. Moreover, his three sons plan to marry only one wife and have the three sons share one wife."

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao was completely stunned at the last moment.

Three sons marrying one wife?

I couldn't help but ask back instinctively.

"Brother Wei, what's behind that—"

"Do you think Yan Bugui wouldn't do this if it weren't illegal?"

Hearing this, Xu Damao started to think, recalling Yan Bugui's usual style.

If it's true that it's legal to marry one wife for three sons, then...

Given his personality, it's quite possible that he might only marry one wife to each of his three sons.

The key point is that, despite the apparent genuine approach, lies were mixed in.

On the contrary, it makes people believe it.

So, after Cao Wei gave him the money, Xu Damao was overjoyed and went to the vicinity of the school to spread rumors.

Yan Fugui of the Yan family is currently extremely proud.

You know, not only did he spread rumors about Cao Wei, but he also felt comfortable just looking at the other party's gloomy face all day long.

Although he couldn't get the money back for the time being, he would definitely not let Cao Wei off the hook.

Yan Fugui even made up his mind to be more determined to stake out the door in the future, and if he found an opportunity, he would definitely extort the money back.

However, Yan Fugui has recently noticed something strange.

So, it seems that the parents were looking at me strangely, and my colleagues seemed to be the same way.

This struck him as odd, but he didn't pay it much mind.

Seeing that his fountain pen had run out of ink, he approached a teacher he was on relatively good terms with and said with a grin.

"Old Yang, could you lend me some ink?"

In the past, out of consideration for colleagues, Yan Fugui's requests were usually not refused. But this time, Teacher Yang only gave Yan Fugui a slightly disgusted look.

"No."

After that, they immediately distanced themselves from Yan Bugui, as if Yan Bugui were some kind of dirty thing.

This reaction stunned him, and then Yan Bugui looked at the other teachers and found that their gazes were similar to that of this Teacher Yang. So, when he tentatively spoke up, he unsurprisingly received a rejection.

Yan Bugui was completely bewildered, and he looked at the only teacher he usually treated well, and couldn't help but ask.

"What's wrong with you all?"

The teacher, who usually had a fairly good relationship with Yan Bugui, looked at him with a complicated expression and sighed.

He spoke with a disdainful tone.

"Go and find out about your reputation now."

Upon hearing the name, Yan Bugui couldn't help but feel a jolt in his heart.

People with guilty consciences are always like this. After spreading rumors about Cao Wei, Yan Bugui realized his own reputation and immediately understood.

Good heavens, it's definitely that damned Cao Wei's counterattack.

Just then, the head of the grade knocked on the door and came in, looking at Yan Bugui with a gloomy expression, and said.

"The principal wants to see you."

Seeing the other party's attitude, Yan Bugui felt a chill in his heart and began to vaguely speculate.

Judging from his colleagues' reactions, he guessed that the principal might be going to fine him for losing his salary, since his reputation might have indeed affected the school.

Thinking of this, he felt immense heartache, and Yan Bugui made up his mind to take revenge on Cao Wei.

After arriving at the principal's office, Yan Bugui knocked on the door and went inside.

But he found the principal's face was ashen, and his worry about the deduction of his salary deepened.

But he still chose to play dumb.

"Principal, what can I do for you?"

"What's the matter?"

"Yan Bugui, oh Yan Bugui, I really didn't expect you to be like this on a normal day."

His face was ashen, and his tone was one of suppressed rage.

Yan Bugui realized that he might have his salary deducted, but he still wanted to fight for it one last time.

"Principal, I was being frugal. Isn't frugality a virtue?"

"Virtue! I'm as beautiful as your father!"

With a roar, Yan Bugui was also stunned.

In his mind, this was at most a matter of having his salary deducted, so why would the other party do this?

It wasn't until he heard what the principal said next that he realized how serious the matter was.

"Abusing your own children, and even planning to find only one wife for each of your three sons in the future; constantly borrowing things from students and teachers at school and never returning them once—you think you're so great now! You really know how to enjoy life, even tasting the saltiness of a passing manure truck! Do you know how many complaints I received from parents today?"

The principal practically roared the whole time, and after shouting these words...

Yan Fugui was stunned. He thought that his stinginess had been the subject of a rumor.

What are you hearing now?

Three sons marrying one wife?

Upon hearing this, he suddenly realized that it was indeed quite economical.

Then I subconsciously felt incredibly humiliated.

Are you kidding me? How could he possibly do something like that?

So he hurriedly began to refute.

"Principal, that's all a rumor!"

"Spreading rumors?! I've asked your teachers, students, and even your neighbors. Your salary isn't low, but look at the state your son has become! Considering your usual behavior, do you think parents would still feel comfortable entrusting their children to you?"

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