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"Although Yang Limin's tone was calm, his eyes revealed determination.

Uncle Zhang was startled by his look and said hesitantly, "I don't know either. Ask someone else."

Yang Limin said nothing more and turned to leave. He knew that Grandpa Zhang might know something, but he was not willing to tell him. After returning home, he sat at the table, thinking about how to deal with these unwarranted provocations. He decided to take the initiative and find the person behind the scenes. Yang Limin carefully observed the movements in the courtyard. He found that whenever he went to work, there were always a few people hanging around his house. Especially Aunt Liu and Aunt Wang, they always seemed to be talking about something. Yang Limin deliberately left work early, hiding in the shadows at the gate of the courtyard, secretly observing the movements around him. After a while, he saw Aunt Liu and Aunt Wang talking in a low voice at the door of his house, and looking into his house from time to time. Yang Limin quietly approached, trying to hear what they were saying.

"Aunt Liu, do you think he will find out that it was us who did it?" Aunt Wang asked worriedly.

"What are you afraid of? He looks so honest, what can he do to us? Besides, they are just a few broken tools. If they are lost, they are lost." Aunt Liu said disdainfully.

Hearing this, Yang Limin could no longer bear it. He walked out from the shadows and said coldly: "So it was you who were behind this."

Aunt Liu and Aunt Wang were startled and turned pale instantly. They didn't expect Yang Limin to appear suddenly, and they didn't expect him to know about this.

"Master Yang, you misunderstood, we were just joking." Aunt Liu explained with a forced smile.

"Are you kidding? Do you know how important these tools are to me?" Yang Limin was furious, his voice trembling.

"Sorry, sorry, we really just wanted to make a joke." Aunt Wang also quickly apologized with an awkward smile on her face.

Yang Limin looked at them coldly, said nothing more, and turned back home. He felt powerless, and the grievances and anger he had felt over the years burst out at this moment. He knew that it would be difficult to change the situation in the courtyard by himself, but he didn't want to endure it any longer.

At night, he sat on the bed and thought about his future. He knew that he could not live in such a muddle-headed way any longer and had to fight for a place of his own. He decided to find a chance to talk to his son and see if he could bring him back to live with him. Although life was not easy, as long as his family was around, he believed that he could get through it.

However, things were not that simple. The residents of the courtyard seemed unwilling to give up and continued to cause trouble for Yang Limin. Yang Limin no longer tolerated it and argued with reason every time. Gradually, his image in the courtyard changed.

"Why is Yang Limin so tough all of a sudden? He never dared to talk like that before." Grandpa Zhang said at a neighborhood meeting. Maybe he was provoked by something. However, we should not provoke him and make things worse. Aunt Liu said while secretly glancing at Yang Limin.

Yang Limin didn't care about these rumors, he just wanted to live his own life. Every morning, he still rode his old bicycle to work, and in the evening he would exercise in the yard to stay healthy. He knew that only when he became stronger could he no longer be bullied by others. Yang Limin was doing push-ups in the yard when he suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the gate. He got up and walked over to see several young people arguing at the gate, who seemed to be outsiders.

"What are you doing here?" Yang Limin asked coldly.

"None of your business, old man, don't meddle in other people's business." A young man replied impatiently.

Yang Limin frowned and walked forward: "This is where we live. We don't welcome people like you."

The young man saw this and his face turned fierce: "Old man, do you want a fight?"

Yang Limin knew he was no match for these young people, but he did not back down. He straightened his back and said, "If you don't leave, I will call the police."

Seeing his resolute attitude, the young man also became a little timid, looked at each other, and finally left in dismay. But he also knew that such things might happen again and again. He decided to propose to the residents in the courtyard to strengthen the security of the courtyard to prevent similar things from happening again.

The next day, Yang Limin convened a residents' meeting in the yard. He recounted what happened last night and put forward his own suggestions. Although many people disagreed with him, facing this issue involving safety, everyone still expressed their support.

"Master Yang is right. We should pay more attention and protect our homes." Uncle Zhang was the first to express his opinion.

"Yes, this kind of thing can't happen again. We have to find a way to deal with it." Aunt Liu also agreed.

With everyone's support, Yang Limin and several enthusiastic neighbors worked out a security plan for the yard. Every night, everyone took turns on duty to ensure the safety of the yard.

In the 1960s, Beijing. Overnight, Beijing.

Overnight, the eaves on both sides of the street were covered with crystal icicles, and the snow on the ground flashed a dazzling white light in the morning sun. Pedestrians stepped on the snow, leaving a series of deep and shallow footprints, and each step made a "crunching" sound.

A man in a green military coat was walking with difficulty in the vast snow. His hat was covered with a thin layer of snowflakes, and he held two pounds of pork and a bottle of Erguotou in his hands. The cold wind whistled past, and he turned up the collar of his coat and wrapped himself tighter. This man was Yang Limin, an ordinary worker who had lived in the courtyard for many years.

"It's so cold, this winter is especially cold." Yang Limin muttered to himself, and walked quickly towards home. His face was red from the cold, but he felt warm in his heart. Today was his birthday, and he decided to treat himself well.

Yang Limin quickly walked to the front door of the courtyard, kicked the snow on the door, and then pushed it open. The yard was quiet, with only a few sparrows jumping around on the snow and pecking at the scraps on the ground. Yang Limin walked to his door, took out the key, opened the door, and walked in.

"You're back, Master Yang!" Uncle Li from next door just came out of the house and greeted him warmly.

"Yes, Uncle Li, I just bought some things and prepared to cook a good meal." Yang Limin responded with a smile, feeling warm in his heart. Although not everyone in the courtyard was friendly to him, Uncle Li had always had a good relationship with him.