Siheyuan: Killing the gods against the will of heaven, causing great suffering to all living beings

The factory manager was silent for a moment, and finally nodded: "Okay, Han Xiaodong, I can give him a chance. But if it happens again, I will never tolerate it."

Han Xiaodong felt relieved and quickly thanked him: "Thank you, Director. I will definitely persuade him to work hard and not make mistakes again."

After returning to the courtyard, Han Xiaodong told Yan Jiecheng the good news. Yan Jiecheng was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes: "Han Xiaodong, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would do."

Han Xiaodong smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Xie Cheng, the factory director gave you a chance, you must cherish it. Don't do anything illegal in the future, and work hard."

, and said solemnly: "Han Xiaodong, I will definitely work hard and live up to your help."

Han Xiaodong and Yan Jiecheng were repairing an old chair in the yard, chatting while working. Yan Jiecheng looked at Han Xiaodong with gratitude and admiration in his eyes: "Han Xiaodong, you are really prestigious in the factory, and the factory director listens to you."

: "Jiecheng, this is not a question of prestige, but we need to help each other. As long as you sincerely repent, everyone will support you."

Han Xiaodong found that Yan Jiecheng worked harder and harder, and no longer did anything illegal. He went out early and came back late every day, completing his work conscientiously, and gradually won the recognition of his colleagues in the factory.

Han Xiaodong, Yan Jiecheng, Qin Huairu, and Jia Dongxu's family were sitting in the yard chatting.

Yan Jiecheng looked at Han Xiaodong gratefully: "Han Xiaodong, thank you."

"Han Xiaodong, if it weren't for you, Yan Jiecheng said gratefully.

"Jie Cheng, it's just a small matter, you're welcome." Han Xiaodong said with a smile.

After finishing their work, Han Xiaodong and Yan Jiecheng sat together in the yard, drinking tea and chatting. Yan Jiecheng looked into the distance.

Winter in the old city is always cold and long, but the warmth in the courtyard has never diminished. After get off work every day, Han Xiaodong would go around the deaf old lady's house to see if this old resident in the courtyard needed any help. The old lady was old and her hearing was not good, but her heart was warm.

That evening, the deaf old lady was seen sitting in the yard, the sun shining on her face, looking particularly kind. Han Xiaodong walked over and greeted her with a smile: "Deaf grandma, how are you today?"

When the old lady saw Han Xiaodong, a smile appeared on her face. Although she couldn't hear, she still tried to understand Han Xiaodong's lip movements: "Han Xiaodong, you're back. Come, sit here and chat with grandma for a while."

Han Xiaodong moved a chair and sat down, saying gently: "Deaf Grandma, it's cold, please put on more clothes, don't catch a cold."

The old lady smiled and nodded, then reached out and patted Han Xiaodong's hand: "Han Xiaodong, you are such a thoughtful child. Grandma may not have good hearing, but I can hear your concern in my heart."

Han Xiaodong felt warm in his heart and said with a smile: "Deaf grandma, if you have any problems, just come to me. I'm always here."

"Okay, okay, grandma knows you are a good boy." The old lady looked at Han Xiaodong kindly, her eyes full of relief.

Thinking about the conversation with the deaf old lady today, he felt warm in his heart. He felt that it was his responsibility and honor to help the old lady.

After getting up, he saw a pile of debris in front of the deaf old lady's house, as if she was tidying up the house. He walked over and asked with concern: "Deaf grandma, are you tidying up?"

, nodded: "Yes, Han Xiaodong, I want to tidy up the house, but these things are too heavy."

"No problem, grandma, I'll help you move it." Han Xiaodong rolled up his sleeves and began to move the sundries.

After working for a whole morning, Han Xiaodong finally cleaned up the old lady's house. The old lady looked at the new house with a satisfied smile on her face: "Han Xiaodong, thank you so much. If it weren't for you, I really couldn't do it alone."

"Grandma, it's just a small matter. You're welcome." Han Xiaodong replied with a smile.

After finishing his work, Han Xiaodong and the old lady sat in the house drinking tea and chatting. Although the old lady had poor hearing, her mind was sharp. She looked at Han Xiaodong with loving eyes: "Han Xiaodong, is your work in the factory going well?"

, it's just a small matter, you're welcome." Han Xiaodong said with a smile.

"Yes, Han Xiaodong," the deaf old lady said with a smile.

Han Xiaodong smiled.

The deaf old lady looked at Han Xiaodong gratefully

Grandma, what is it?" Han Xiaodong agreed readily.

He rolled up his sleeves and followed the deaf old lady into the house. They sorted out the old clothes together and finally got it done after working for an entire afternoon.

"Han Xiaodong." The deaf old lady said gratefully.

"Grandma, it's just a small matter. You're welcome." Han Xiaodong said with a smile.

Life in the city was still busy, and the courtyard was always bustling. Han Xiaodong had just come back from get off work at the textile factory and saw a tense atmosphere in the courtyard. Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu stood in the middle of the courtyard, both of them looked unhappy, and were obviously arguing.

"Huai Ru, what do you mean? This is our family's stuff, why do you want to move it?" Jia Zhang's voice was sharp, with obvious dissatisfaction.

Qin Huairu was not to be outdone: "Aunt Jia, there are so many people in the yard, how can you say it's yours? I'm just cleaning it up, don't make random accusations!"

Seeing this, Han Xiaodong hurried over and tried to mediate: "Auntie Jia, Sister Huairu, we are all neighbors, please talk it over and stop arguing."

Jia Zhang glared at Han Xiaodong and said, "Han Xiaodong, don't worry about it. This has nothing to do with you."

Qin Huairu looked at Han Xiaodong for help: "Han Xiaodong, please judge for yourself. These things are piled up in the yard and are in the way. I was just tidying them up. How did they become hers?"

Han Xiaodong frowned and tried to say calmly: "Auntie Jia, Sister Huairu, calm down first, everyone is right. How about this, Auntie Jia, can you tell me what this thing is about first?"

Jia Zhang snorted coldly: "This is what my son Jia Dongxu put here. Who knows she can move it casually!"

Han Xiaodong nodded and turned to Qin Huairu: "Sister Huairu, this may be a misunderstanding. Aunt Jia means that there is a reason why the things are placed here. Why don't we listen to what Aunt Jia has to say first?"

Qin Huairu said reluctantly: "Okay, tell me."

Jia Zhang's eyes flashed with pride: "My son brought these things back from the factory to repair them, but he hasn't had time to work on them yet. What if you break them by moving them like this?"

After hearing this, Han Xiaodong nodded and turned to Qin Huairu: "Sister Huairu, you heard it, these things do have their uses. Why don't we sort them out first and deal with them when Jia Dongxu comes back?"

Qin Huairu looked at the sundries and finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, I didn't know that was the case. I will pay attention next time."

Jia Zhang's expression eased a little, but she was still unhappy: "Just make it clear to me, and don't mess with my things anymore."

Han Xiaodong heaved a sigh of relief when he saw this. At least the conflict was temporarily eased. He quickly changed the subject: "Aunt Jia, Sister Huairu, it's getting dark. Let's go home and rest early. We can talk about it tomorrow if there's anything."

In the evening, he knew that the conflict between Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu could not be resolved overnight, but he was willing to try his best to mediate.

The next morning, when Han Xiaodong got up, he saw Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu busy with their own things and ignoring each other. Han Xiaodong decided to find a chance to talk to them alone and try to resolve the conflict between them.

He first found Jia Zhang and asked with a smile, "Auntie Jia, is there anything I can help you with today?"

Jia Zhang looked at him and said coldly, "No, go and do your thing."

Han Xiaodong did not give up and continued, "Aunt Jia, there was indeed a misunderstanding about what happened yesterday. Sister Huairu was just trying to keep the yard clean, it wasn't intentional."

Jia Zhang sighed: "Han Xiaodong, I know you mean well, but she always targets me. Can't I be angry?"

She said gently, "Aunt Jia, you and Sister Huairu are both good people, but sometimes we don't communicate well. I believe that as long as everyone is more understanding and tolerant, the conflicts will be reduced."

Jia Zhang looked at Han Xiaodong, a touch of emotion flashed in her eyes: "Han Xiaodong, you are such a kind-hearted child. I will try to talk to her nicely."

Then, Han Xiaodong found Qin Huairu again and asked tentatively: "Sister Huairu, are you free today? I want to talk to you."

If you are free, Han Xiaodong, just tell me what you want to say."

Han Xiaodong smiled and said, "Sister Huairu, what happened yesterday made you and Aunt Jia unhappy. In fact, we are all neighbors. If you have anything to say, you can talk it out and not quarrel."

Qin Huairu sighed: "Han Xiaodong, you don't know, she always targets me, which makes me very annoyed."

Han Xiaodong nodded and said softly, "Sister Huairu, Aunt Jia is old, and sometimes her words may not be pleasant to the ear, but she is not bad-hearted. We can be more tolerant and communicate more."

Qin Huairu looked at Han Xiaodong, a hint of understanding flashed in her eyes: "You are right, Han Xiaodong. In fact, I don't want to quarrel with her, but sometimes I can't help it."

On a winter morning in the old city, the cold wind blew through the courtyard, and the air in the courtyard was a little chilly. Han Xiaodong came back from get off work at the textile factory, and as soon as he entered the courtyard, he heard Xu Damao showing off something loudly in the courtyard.

"Do you know? I won another outstanding employee award in the factory and was praised by my leader!" Xu Damao said proudly with a complacent smile on his face.

Han Xiaodong felt unhappy when he heard these words. He knew that Xu Damao often exaggerated his achievements and even belittled others to elevate himself. Han Xiaodong had always been dissatisfied with this hypocritical behavior, but he had been holding back and didn't say anything.

At this time, Qin Huairu came over with a basin of washed clothes. After hearing what Xu Damao said, she responded casually: "Da Mao, you are amazing. You have won so many awards."

Xu Damao smiled proudly: "Of course, I am the star employee of the factory. You guys should learn more from me."