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

Zhang Minghui saw the aunts and sisters in the yard, and went up to them, constantly persuading them and muttering to themselves.

"The cat cries over the rat, fake compassion, what a joke."

"Yes."

Xu Damao's voice suddenly rang out. He came to Zhang Minghui, curled his lips in disdain, and opened his mouth to speak.

"What a nice guy! He Yuzhu and his wife have been fighting for months, and they haven't stepped forward to help mediate."

"Seeing that they're getting divorced, you're still getting excited. Who are you showing it to?"

"But divorce is better. Miao Yufeng married Sha Zhu in vain. This grandson will have to be single for the rest of his life."

Listening to the neighbors' persuasion, Miao Yufeng said nothing, but just looked at everyone with a smile. Gradually, the voices stopped and Miao Yufeng began to speak.

"Thank you, neighbors. I have made up my mind, so please don't try to persuade me."

Liu Haizhong stood out from the crowd, looked at He Yuzhu and his wife, and spoke loudly.

"Shazhu, and Yufeng, divorce is not that simple. You two wait a moment. I have to report this to the Street Office and see how they respond."

When Miao Yufeng heard what Liu Haizhong said, she was at a loss. Divorce is a big deal nowadays, and the street office has to come to understand the situation and investigate. Only if you really can't live together anymore will they help you produce proof.

Miao Yufeng had completely forgotten about this. She only remembered it when she heard Liu Haizhong's words. She had no choice but to agree.

In the next two or three days, people from the neighborhood office and the Women's Federation came to their home to understand the situation and try to reconcile the two and prevent them from getting divorced.

But Miao Yufeng was determined and no one could persuade her otherwise. Seeing this, the street office had no choice but to issue them a certificate and agree to their divorce.

The property is divided equally between them.

March 15th

He Yuzhu and Miao Yufeng, who had been married for less than a year, went through the divorce procedures at the Civil Affairs Bureau. Miao Yufeng did not take the house as she did not want to live in this yard.

After getting his share of the property, he didn't stay in the yard for long, but went straight back to Miaojiazhuang with his belongings.

Most of the people in Miao Village practiced martial arts. When they heard that Miao Yufeng was divorced, they thought she was bullied in the city and wanted to go to the city to settle the score with He Yuzhu.

Miao Yufeng stopped him.

Miao Yufeng explained to the people in the village many times that their personalities were really incompatible and their life would be unhappy, so it would be better for them to divorce early. There was no right or wrong.

Not long after Miao Yufeng returned home, she found herself vomiting. After examination by an old Chinese doctor in the village, she was found to be more than two months pregnant.

Miao Yufeng was filled with mixed feelings of sadness and joy. The appearance of this little life made Miao Yufeng's slightly heavy mood suddenly brighten up, and she regained her long-lost smile.

Eight months later, Sha Zhu's son was born, but the Miao family had no intention of returning their eldest son.

This child was treated as a treasure by the Miao family. Miao Yufeng's parents loved the child very much and named him Miao Tianci.

It was not until a few years later that He Yushui missed Miao Yufeng and came to Miaojiazhuang to visit her, only to find out that the He family already had a third generation. Unfortunately, He Yuzhu had no chance of seeing his son.

If they didn't beat him half to death when they got to Miaojiazhuang, he would be considered as the one who found him.

Of course, this is all a story for later, so we won’t go into details here.

midnight

After twelve o'clock

The black market was bustling at the time. The three-year disaster had passed, and now that food supplies had recovered, there were many more people setting up stalls in the black market than before.

There were all kinds of goods, and the number of people visiting the black market had obviously increased. At least 20% more people than the same period last year.

However, everyone knows the rules of the black market, and few people speak loudly. Those who want to buy will talk to the boss in a low voice.

Zhang Minghui followed Li Guoyong to a stall in the northwest corner. There were only a few pots and bowls on the stall, and Zhang Minghui couldn't tell which ones were real and which ones were fake.

He had almost no knowledge of antiques, so he was eager to find some talented people in this field.

Zhang Minghui squatted down, looked at the porcelain bowl in front of him, and looked up at the boss.

The boss sat on a stool with a black cloth covering his face. He kept his eyes on Li Guoyong and glanced at Zhang Minghui from time to time.

He recognized Li Guoyong and knew that he was the boss of the black market. Although he didn't know the identity of the other person, he seemed to be quite familiar with Boss Li.

Zhang Minghui picked up a small bowl and looked at it carefully, while Li Guoyong spoke at the side.

"Old Zheng, what have you thought about? Time is not short. We are not inviting you to come out of retirement for nothing. You will definitely get some benefits when the time comes."

"If you don't give me an explanation, it will be hard to justify it!"

Boss Zheng's eyes flashed, and he realized that this was Li Guoyong's ultimatum. However, Boss Zheng had been in the underworld for so many years and had seen all kinds of scenes.

He lowered his head and pondered for a while, then politely declined.

"Boss Li, I am very grateful for your appreciation. I never thought that you would value my limited skills. It's just a pity that my family has an ancestral precept that my skills cannot be passed on to outsiders."

"So I'm sorry, please forgive me."

When Li Guoyong heard what Lao Zheng said, he was not in a hurry. He squatted beside Zhang Minghui and said with shame.

"Brother Hui, you heard it too. Boss Zheng doesn't give me face, so I can't hire him."

Boss Zheng was shocked. Boss Li was called Brother Hui. Could he be one of the behind-the-scenes bosses of the black market?

He quickly looked at Zhang Minghui carefully, but because of the face mask, he could not see Zhang Minghui's true face at all.

Boss Zheng is an old hand. He knows that with such huge profits in the black market, it is impossible for one group of people to control it. It must be the union of many parties to control the black market.

Since he set up a stall in the black market, he has experienced many changes of people in the black market. He has never heard of any black market that can last for a long time. The longest-lasting one was that of Wang Mazi's gang.

They have dominated the black market for nearly eight or nine years. If Wang Mazi had invited him, he would not have dared to refuse. This is the shadow of a person's reputation.

He didn't take Boss Li seriously. Boss Li had just taken over the black market, and his strength was still unclear. It would take a few years to see how good he was.

That's why Boss Zheng politely declined. As for whether it would offend Boss Li, Boss Zheng didn't care at all. The worst that could happen was that he would set up a stall in another black market.

The city of Beijing is so big that there is still room for people to stay.

Zhang Minghui looked at the small bowl in his hand and spoke slowly.

"Guoyong, do you know what you do?"

Li Guoyong looked at Zhang Minghui in confusion. This sudden question really confused him.

"Guo Yong, you are a gangster, and gangsters have to care about face. You are now a well-known big brother in the gang. If someone doesn't give you face, you know what to do!"

A fierce light flashed in Li Guoyong's eyes. He stared at Boss Zheng and started talking.

"Brother Hui, I am confused."