Siheyuan: Traveling through three years to gain the power of a palm

He simply couldn't stand Jia Zhang's old face.

But now the money cannot be recovered, and he feels that Jia Dongxu is drifting away from him, and they rarely talk at work.

Jia Dongxu: You didn’t say anything when this happened to you!

So Yi Zhonghai was a little anxious. He no longer had the capital to train a pensioner, so he could only hold on to Jia Dongxu tightly.

If Jia Dongxu was determined to abandon him even if it meant bearing the reputation of being unfilial, then he could really just wait for death.

Fortunately, Jia Dongxu didn't do so, but Yi Zhonghai's suspicion told him that just because there was no such thing now didn't mean there would be no such thing in the future. He had to do something, and his target was Jia Zhang.

Late at night, Yi Zhonghai, lying in bed, made a major decision: he wanted to have a relationship with Jia Zhangshi. But it was not just a simple relationship, he wanted to create an image of a victim for himself, he wanted to be passive.

At the same time, Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu were also thinking about how to deepen their relationship with Yi Zhonghai, as the latter actually had quite a lot of benefits.

"Huai Ru, I want Jia Zhangshi to be with Master. What do you think?"

Qin Huairu was extremely shocked, but after careful consideration, she felt that it was okay. "Dongxu, I will listen to you. After all, Master and we are no different from a family now. You also acknowledge him as your godfather, and we can strengthen the relationship. But will Mom agree?"

Jia Dongxu snorted coldly, "Does she really want to drag Master to get the marriage certificate right now?"

Then, he told Qin Huairu everything about how he noticed Jia Zhangshi looked at Yi Zhonghai with strange eyes and about her talking in her sleep in the middle of the night.

Qin Huairu was stunned when she heard this. She didn't expect that Jia Zhang actually had bad intentions towards Yi Zhonghai.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but think of the rumors. She asked Jia Dongxu how credible these rumors were.

Jia Dongxu told her directly that it was all fake.

"These rumors are so outrageous that they are simply not credible."

This made Qin Huairu slightly disappointed, but she quickly recovered. "So what are you going to do? Tell Master directly?"

"That won't work. If I tell Master directly, he'll definitely refuse. Apart from my father, I can't think of anyone else who would be interested in Jia Zhang. Especially now that she's... Anyway, I can't tell Master directly, so I'll have to resort to some dirty tricks. Come here and listen to me..."

Qin Huairu's eyes became brighter and brighter, and her expression became more and more complicated. After Jia Dongxu finished speaking, she looked at him with a complicated gaze, as if she had just met him for the first time, as if to say, "How could you be such a Jia Dongxu?"

But Jia Dongxu said helplessly, "If I could, I would also like to be a good person. But this damn life always destroys my noble character."

"Huai Ru, don't force yourself if you don't want to do it."

"No! I do, Dongxu. I'm willing to do anything for you."

Qin Huairu's tone was very firm. For Jia Dongxu, she could tolerate Jia Zhangshi shitting and pissing on her head for so many years, and she could also endure the pain and abort her own child with her own hands. Similarly, she was willing to do anything for Jia Dongxu.

Isn't it just buying some medicine? It's no big deal.

Jia Dongxu's plan is the same as Yi Zhonghai's. They both want to use external pressure to force the other party to do something that hurts themselves, and then create the identity of a victim so that they can dominate in their future lives.

I can only say that Jia Dongxu is worthy of being Yi Zhonghai's apprentice, as his moves are the same.

After a burst of rustling noises, Jia Dongxu breathed a sigh of relief, while Qin Huairu got out of bed to look for a cup of water.

In sage mode, Jia Dongxu began to wonder if what he was doing was right. Was this something he could accomplish? Would his past self be disappointed by his present self?

But when Qin Huairu cleaned herself up and lay beside him, he had the answer. For his wife and children, he could do anything.

……

Inside the labor camp, Yan Jiecheng, who was almost skin and bones, drew another horizontal line on the wall. Looking at the positive characters on the wall, he forced a smile. The day when he would be released from prison was getting closer and closer.

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Yan Jiecheng stretched out his palm and saw a small pool of scarlet blood in his palm, which looked like a dead branch in winter.

"I'm coughing up blood again. I don't know if I can make it until the day I'm released from prison."

Because of the Xia Lao Hu incident, he first went to a drug rehabilitation center, and then was sentenced to one year in prison and sent here for labor reform.

Because of his physical condition, he was having a very bad time here. He was the weakest in their invigilator's dormitory and was bullied all day long without exception. Even newcomers would step on him.

His body had already suffered from the ravages of black bumps. Although it was not serious, he suffered a lot when he was quitting drugs, and he was tortured for more than half a year after entering prison.

Long-term heavy physical work, insufficient nutrition to keep up with consumption, and daily beatings have caused Yan Jiecheng, a young man in his prime who was originally 1.78 meters tall, to look like a man in his sixties or seventies who has done hard labor all his life. His hair is gray, his body is haggard, he is on his deathbed, and he exudes the aura of death.

It feels like I won’t wake up tomorrow.

Yan Jiecheng lay on the wooden bed, not daring to move or even turn over, because if he turned over, the bed would creak and might wake up his roommate.

If that happens, he will most likely get a beating.

Closing his eyes, Yan Jiecheng began to fantasize again. How nice it would be if he had not gone to the black market that day, and waited for Yan Bugui to go home together. How nice it would be if the family had not split up. If the family had split up, he would have bought a job and not been cheated.

With this thought in mind, Yan Jiecheng shed the last two tears of his life and slowly fell asleep.

The next morning, Yan Jiecheng's roommate got up cursing and making a loud noise.

Yan Jiecheng, who usually gets up early, lay motionless in bed, as if he had not woken up yet.

"Boss, look at Yan Jiecheng still sleeping there? He's looking down on you."

Listening to the instigation of his little brother Lao Shu, the man called the boss remained unmoved. He could see that Yan Jiecheng was already at the end of his rope, so he hadn't hit Yan Jiecheng much in recent days, for fear that he would die in his hands and he wouldn't be able to explain himself.

The boss glanced at the mouse and continued to make the bed, ignoring him.

But the mouse thought this was permission for him to take action, and walked towards Yan Jiecheng with excitement.

Chapter 338: Death of Yan Jiecheng

With a slap, he slapped Yan Jiecheng in the face, knocking his head to the side. The mouse bared its disgusting yellow teeth and cursed, "Yan Jiecheng, you want to get beaten again, don't you?"

Seeing that Yan Jiecheng didn't react, the mouse slapped him a few more times, but Yan Jiecheng remained motionless, like a puppet.

The mouse was a little panicked, and the others also realized that something was wrong. They stopped what they were doing and looked at the mouse.

The mouse turned around in a panic, only to see his roommates looking at the fun.

He stretched out his index finger tremblingly and placed it under Yan Jiecheng's nose to test it, praying in his heart, "Please don't die. You can't die."

But the result was not as expected. Yan Jiecheng had no breath and passed away last night.

The mouse was completely panicked. He hurried to the boss's side and knelt down, saying in extreme fear, "Big Brother, he's dead, but it wasn't me. I just slapped him a few times, I couldn't have killed him."

No one else said anything, they just went to inform the management as usual. It was normal for people to die in labor camps in this era.

Not one person died every day, but there were still a few unlucky people every month. Those of them who had been here for a long time were already used to people dying.

In other words, the mice had just arrived and were a little scared when they saw the dead body.

When the administrator came, he asked them to stand in a row. The others didn't care, just stood there for a normal inspection. Only the mouse lowered its head and its body trembled slightly.

After confirming Yan Jiecheng's death, the administrator took the body away.

Before leaving, he knocked on the door, which scared the mouse.

At noon, the death report of Yan Jiecheng came out. He had collapsed due to overwork, lack of food and long-term beatings.

This kind of thing is very common in labor camps, and most of the people who died were due to this reason.

The death report came out at noon, and the street office came to the door in the afternoon.

After Aunt Yang found out, she didn't say anything, and no one knew what she was feeling. All she knew was that she, who was illiterate, read the death notice for the entire afternoon until Yan Bugui came back.

Aunt Yang looked at Yan Bugui who had rushed back and couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She cried out, "Old Yan, the eldest brother is gone."

Those six words were like a heavy hammer, slamming into Yan Bugui's heart. This calculating old man felt an incomparable pain. (I think Yan Bugui and Yan Jiecheng still have some father-son relationship; after all, they are not Liu Guangtian and Liu Haizhong.)

Yan Bugui originally thought that nothing could break his heart except losing a large sum of money, but his son's death still dealt him a heavy blow.

Reading the words on the death notice word by word, Yan Bugui choked silently.

"My dear, Jie Cheng's body is still at the neighborhood office. We can't leave him there."

Looking at his wife crying inconsolably, Yan Bugui suppressed the grief in his heart and told her that she had to go and bring Yan Jiecheng back.

Yan Bugui supported Aunt Yang, followed by three children, and the family walked out of the yard. Everyone in the yard who had a good relationship with the Yan family came forward and followed them towards the street office.

Death is the greatest thing. Yan Jiecheng did not do anything bad in his life. He was just unlucky to meet a liar, be deceived and get himself into trouble.

Jiang Fan and Xu Damao did not go, and Yan Jiecheng probably didn't want to see them either.

The two men were squatting on the street smoking.

Xu Damao still couldn't believe it. "Yan Jiecheng died already? He was going to be released in a few months, and he's gone already."

"Why? Are you still afraid that he will come to see you at night?"

"What are you saying? How could I be afraid of him? I could control him when he was alive, let alone dead."

Xu Damao said stubbornly, but he soon backed down, "But, after all, it was us who sent him in. What if he really does..."

"Hey, stop talking nonsense. As a materialist warrior of the new era, I don't believe in this."

Jiang Fan raised his hand to interrupt Xu Damao and told him to stop talking nonsense.

Neither of them actually felt any guilt about reporting Yan Jiecheng. Although they did gain some benefits from using Yan Jiecheng, Yan Jiecheng, addicted to opium, would be discovered and reported sooner or later, both publicly and privately. So what difference did it make if it happened sooner or later?

But now Yan Jiecheng's death makes Xu Damao feel a little uneasy. After all, if you force it, it can be said that Xu Damao and Jiang Fan killed Yan Jiecheng.

It’s just that Jiang Fan doesn’t have this uneasy feeling. Maybe his moral standards are not as high as Xu Damao’s?

At the street office, everyone gasped when they saw the body. They never expected that Yan Jiecheng would become such a horrible appearance. He looked like a skeleton, without a single pound of flesh on his body. He looked even less fat than Yan Bugui.

Yan Bugui burst into tears when he saw Yan Jiecheng like this, and was extremely sad. If Director Wang had not brought them here personally, they would never have believed that this was Yan Jiecheng's body.

Aunt Yang had already been kneeling beside the corpse, crying bitterly, and begging Yan Jiecheng to open his eyes and look at her.

But the cold corpse could not respond to her.

The staff at the subdistrict office looked at this scene with sympathy, but they still had to say what needed to be said. After Yan Bugui calmed down a bit, he stepped forward and said, "Comrade, according to our policy, we now advocate cremation after death. I wonder what your thoughts are?"

In 56, various leaders took the lead in promoting the cremation policy, but the progress was not smooth. Except for a small number of people who could accept it, most people were still buried after death.

The four words "fallen leaves return to their roots" have a profound impact on the people of this land.

As expected, even Yan Bugui, a cultured man, could not accept the fact that Yan Jiecheng could not be buried peacefully after his death, and politely refused the staff.

The staff were not surprised. Nowadays, among a hundred people, perhaps not even half would be willing to undergo cremation. Even those who had been burned to death would not be willing to be cremated again.

He did not try to persuade her any further. The family members were very emotional at the time and if he said any more he would probably get beaten.

When Aunt Yang had cried enough, the people in the courtyard helped to take Yan Jiecheng back.

In the courtyard, after Yan Jiecheng was escorted home, the neighbors left. Yan Bugui stood at the door, bowing to everyone. They accepted the news calmly, offering their condolences. They told Yan Bugui to speak if he needed anything; they were all neighbors.

Yan Bugui naturally nodded in agreement. After seeing his neighbor off, he closed the door and locked it from the inside.

Staring blankly at Yan Jiecheng's body, Yan Bugui knew that the son he had kicked to pieces was completely dead, and he would never see his eldest son, who had quarreled with him about dividing the family property, again.

Chapter 339: Fun People Online

Yan Jiecheng's funeral was very hasty, or perhaps it could be said that everyone's funeral in recent years was very hasty.

No matter how stingy Yan Bugui was, he still prepared a thin coffin and asked a few people to help bury Yan Jiecheng outside the city.

Everything else was gone, and the funeral was not planned. The people from the hospital went to take a look before the funeral and then came back.

Yan Jiecheng's death had some major impact on the Yan family, but it did not cause much stir in the courtyard, and not many people paid attention to this matter.

Everyone was starving and had no mood to watch the fun. Unless something big happened, they might be interested.

For example, what Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai are going to do.

Because orthodox Chinese medicine practitioners are reluctant to sell aphrodisiacs openly, the most sold products are male enhancement drugs.

This obviously does not meet the requirements of Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu. They both need something powerful, preferably the kind that can cause people to lose their minds.

Such medicines generally do not appear in public. The two of them inquired for several days before they found out that a banned traditional Chinese medicine practitioner had such a thing.

On this day, the night was dark and windy, the weather was gloomy and there was no moonlight at all. It was a perfect time to carry out some shameful activities.

In the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai took his newly received salary and walked out of the yard.

After turning left and right for a few times, Yi Zhonghai knocked on a family's door.

With a creak, the door opened.

Yi Zhonghai squeezed in through the crack in the door.

"Doctor Zhao, I'm here to buy a night of Ecstasy."