Siheyuan: Fighting against the beasts under the pressure of the system

Seeing He Yuzhu's reaction, He Daqing slapped Shazhu again and scolded him loudly.

"Why are you blaming Minghui? Didn't the deaf old lady want to plot against him first? And you're blaming him for fighting back? I was listening to it in the room, and you didn't hear it, you bastard?"

He Yuzhu sat down angrily, breathing heavily and speaking angrily.

"Minghui is such a mean kid. How could he come up with such a wicked idea?"

He Daqing took a sip of tea and spoke slowly.

"Their idea is very upright. What's the harm? As long as the neighbors don't have any bad intentions, it's fine."

After listening to this, He Yuzhu sat in his chair without saying anything, his mind in a mess, thinking about what to do.

The deaf old lady was very nice to Sha Zhu, and Sha Zhu wanted to help her, but it was obvious that his brain was not enough. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't come up with any good solution.

backyard

After Zhang Minghui returned home, he danced back and forth in the air with Doudou in his arms. Doudou was so happy that she giggled. Her laughter, like a silver bell, diluted the depression in Zhang Minghui's heart.

It feels so good to have a younger sister to accompany him, which comforts Zhang Minghui's lonely heart.

Zhang Minghui carried Doudou to the west room and burned incense for his parents. New Year's Day was coming soon, and he would have to offer some tributes to his parents at that time. He was thinking about it.

Not noticing Doudou next to him, he picked up a quilt, spread it on the ground with great effort, and then started to nod his little head.

Zhang Minghui heard the noise and saw Doudou kowtow, her body almost staggering. He went forward and picked up Doudou, rubbed her little head, and said with concern.

"Why are you still kowtowing? You don't need to kowtow now. Wait until New Year's Day in a while, then you can kowtow to your parents."

Doudou looked at his brother and said innocently.

"Brother, didn't you tell me that when I miss my mother, I should kowtow to her, and then she will come to me in my dreams at night?"

"Brother, I want to talk to mom. I want to tell her that I have a brother who treats me very well and secretly makes delicious food for me. I have gained weight."

Zhang Minghui held Doudou in his arms, rocking her gently without saying anything, humming the song Twinkle Twinkle Little Star.

Doudou lay in Zhang Minghui's arms, listening to his brother's humming, a bright smile on his face. He arched his little body into his brother's arms, his long eyelashes covering his eyes, and slowly fell asleep.

Within two days, the deaf old lady made the decision to ask Aunt Sun and her family to help take care of the child. She had no choice but to make a decision.

These two days, the backyard is like a market, with people from every family coming over.

The neighbors were very enthusiastic, and every household, young and old, men and women, came out to persuade the old lady to move in with them. Then the deaf old lady could spend her old age in peace.

The deaf old lady looked at those smiling faces and felt upset.

The old lady knew clearly that if she moved there, it would be fine for a short time, but if it lasted for a long time, she would be plotted against by them.

The human heart cannot stand the test.

Sha Zhu also came, but the deaf old lady did not agree to let Sha Zhu take care of her. After all, it was inconvenient for a man. As long as Zhu Zhu made some delicious food for her every now and then, it would be fine.

The deaf old lady took prompt action and went to talk to Aunt Sun. No one knew what the two talked about, but Aunt Sun's family took on the responsibility of taking care of the deaf old lady.

All the families in the compound returned disappointed.

The problem of the deaf old lady had just been solved, but unexpectedly, the men in the courtyard had another problem. And it wasn't just one or two families that had problems, but seven or eight families.

That night, Zhang Minghui was combing Doudou's hair. Doudou's hair had grown very fast during this period, and he consumed a lot of oil and water, so his hair gradually turned black.

Zhang Minghui plans to give Doudou a small braid.

This is a technical job and Zhang Minghui doesn't know how to do it. He can only wash Doudou's hair first, smooth it out a bit, and put a rubber band around it, then prepare to ask the aunties in the yard how to do it.

Doudou sat on a small stool and giggled, watching her brother's clumsy movements, pouting her little mouth and muttering to herself.

"Brother, you are stupid. Mom is very skillful. She can braid my hair."

Zhang Minghui felt so ashamed that he had never touched a woman's hair in his entire life. How could this hair be so difficult to do?

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the middle courtyard, accompanied by bursts of crying. Uncle Sun and the second uncle in the backyard ran to the middle courtyard. Zhang Minghui knew that something had happened again.

Holding Doudou, Zhang Minghui rushed out of the house and came to the central courtyard.

It didn't matter that he looked at her, but Zhang Minghui was frightened. He quickly covered Doudou's eyes, turned around and sent Doudou back to the house, telling her to stay at home obediently.

Doudou was also frightened just now, but when he heard his brother's instructions, he nodded rapidly.

Zhang Minghui ran to the central courtyard again and saw three people lying in a mess on the snow, covered in blood. It looked extremely scary.

When the aunts and sisters saw their husbands in such a miserable state, they laid on their bodies and cried loudly. The children who followed them also cried together, and it was so scary.

The second uncle Liu Haizhong was stomping his feet beside him and yelling loudly.

"Who is so wicked! How could they beat someone like this? Hurry up and get a car to take him to the hospital first. Don't let anyone die."

As soon as the second uncle finished speaking, everyone felt more confident and started to get busy. The adults brought the cart from the front yard and carefully lifted the injured people onto the cart.

The first two people were fine, but when I lifted up the third person, I heard a scream.

"It hurts, it hurts."

Wow, his arm is broken. Several adults carefully carried him into the car. Zhang Minghui watched from the side and felt something was wrong, so he asked Xu Damao next to him.

"Brother Damao, I always feel like something is wrong, but I can't put my finger on it. What's wrong? Tell me about it."

Xu Damao looked at the crowded crowd around him, pulled Zhang Minghui aside, and spoke in a low voice.

"Minghui, didn't you notice that they all had half of their hair shaved?

"I don't know who did this, but they beat him up like this and shaved off half of his hair. It's so immoral. Isn't this half-hearted?"

After hearing this, Zhang Minghui suddenly realized that he had always felt something was wrong, but his head was covered in blood and he didn't pay much attention to his hair. It was only after Xu Damao reminded him that he came to his senses.

"Brother Damao, please tell me what's going on!"

Xu Damao glanced around nervously and saw that the neighbors were all looking at the cart and no one was paying attention to him. He spoke in a low voice.

"Minghui, this is not a simple matter. This is specifically targeting them."