I messed up the Siheyuan

Wang Ping smiled and said "Hey..." and walked around Jia Zhang with a scrutinizing look.

This made Jia Zhang a little confused, and the people around her were also confused.

They didn’t know what Wang Ping was going to do.

"Aunt Jia, you must be about 150 kilograms, right?"

"Why are you asking this?" Jia Zhang's tone was fierce, but she might have realized something, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

Wang Ping ignored her and continued, "Even if it's not 150 kilograms, it should be 130 or 140 kilograms.

For a person who is less than 1.5 meters tall... to have this weight... Tsk! Tsk! ... it's really not easy.

You said...how do you eat this?

Apart from anything else, your fatness is the best in our compound.

Hehe...Aunt Jia...I, Wang Ping...have a habit...

That is, don't donate food to fat people...

If you want me to donate, that's fine.

As long as you drop your weight to below 100 kilograms, I will not only donate 20 kilograms of food to you every month, but I will also give you 3 kilograms of meat.

OK! ...You! ...

When you lose weight, come and see me again!"

After saying this, he parted the crowd and walked away on his own.

"Wang Ping...you little bastard..." Jia Zhang jumped up and down and cursed: "How dare you talk to your elders!..."

"You have no conscience!"

"If you don't donate food to me, I will never let you go..."

She kept cursing... but her voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped completely.

She found that everyone at the scene was staring at her.

This made her feel a little uneasy, but she reacted quickly.

"Let's go...let's go...Dongxu, Huairu..." Jia Zhang said to Jia Dongxu and Qin Huairu, "Come home with me quickly. Dongxu has to get up early to go to work tomorrow!"

After saying that, she walked towards her home.

However, after walking a few steps, she seemed to remember something, turned back to Yan Fugui, and snatched the notebook from his hand.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!..." Yan Fugui shouted, "Jia Zhang, why are you trying to steal my book?"

"Humph!..." Jia Zhang said viciously: "Old Yan, don't try to deceive me.

I just saw that you recorded all the grain donated to my family in this book.

This book belongs to me.”

"Hey! ... Jia Zhang, are you still being unreasonable?" Yan Fugui said indignantly: "I only used one piece of paper to record your family's donation of grain, you can't take my whole book away?"

"Then tear off that piece of paper for me."

"Okay! Okay! Okay!...I'll tear it for you..." Yan Fugui took the notebook from Jia Zhang, carefully tore off a piece of paper, and handed it back.

Under the silent gaze of everyone in the compound, the Jia family fled back to their home in a slightly panic.

As the Jia family's door was closed with a "bang!", everyone in the compound turned their attention to Yi Zhonghai again.

At this time, Guo Quezi, who was at the back of the crowd, said weakly, "I...I don't want to donate food to Fatty either. My family won't give the one or two ounces of food I just mentioned anymore."

Yi Zhonghai forced a smile on his tense face, "Okay! ... Lame, your family is in financial difficulty, so if you don't want to donate, then don't donate!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xu Damao spoke again, "Uncle, I don't want to donate food to Fatty either."

Yi Zhonghai frowned, and the smile on his face quickly disappeared without a trace, "Xu Damao, you have enough food, why do you..."

"Hehe... Uncle, although I, Xu Damao, have enough food, no matter how rich I am, I can't donate food to Fatty. Wouldn't that make me a fool?"

"you!..."

Before Yi Zhonghai could say anything, Yan Fugui next to him spoke again.

"Um... Lao Yi!..., as you know, our family has always had a difficult life.

Not to mention that the food ration is going to be reduced soon, even if it wasn’t reduced, we still wouldn’t have enough food to eat.

This time...this time, our family doesn’t want to donate food to the fat man.”

Yan Fugui's words were like pressing a switch, and the originally silent crowd immediately became excited.

"Yes! Our family doesn't donate food to fat people either!"

“We don’t donate anymore.”

"Yes! I won't donate anymore."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!...Donating food to the fat man, there is no reason for this!..."

"That's right!"

"...In a year of famine, donating food to a fat man...what's the idea?"

......

Although these words did not name anyone, it was obvious that they were all directed at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai has a high prestige in the No. 95 compound, but no matter how high his prestige is, it is not higher than the matter of "eating".

Isn't there an old saying, 'eating is more important than being an emperor'?

No one was able to adapt to the situation at first.

They followed their previous habits. Whenever Yi Zhonghai made a call for something to happen, everyone would follow suit.

But after donating the grain, some of those who reacted quickly began to regret it.

There is not enough food to begin with, and now we are going to reduce the ration and donate some more to the Jia family. How can we survive this?

It can be said that even if he donated only one grain of food to the Jia family, it would be taken out of his own mouth.

It was just that because no one took the lead and everyone was intimidated by Yi Zhonghai's usual prestige, they kept silent.

Now, Wang Ping has taken the lead and is the first one to stop donating grain.

Not only did he not donate food himself, he also gave everyone an excuse not to donate food: don't donate food to fat people.

This is a very good reason.

What else is there to say? Come on and catch up!

......

Looking at the excited crowd in the courtyard, Yi Zhonghai still kept a stern face and pretended to be dignified.

However, there was a hint of panic in his eyes.

The image that Yi Zhonghai has maintained in the hospital for more than ten years might be destroyed today.

Just when he didn't know how to start, the second uncle next to him, Liu Haizhong, spoke.

"Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey, guys, what's going on?"

"If this gets out, can we still sit back down?"

"You said you would donate before, but now you don't. What's the point?"

"Why are you using the three of us to criticize you?"

"Do you still have our three masters in your eyes?"

"Hey!... Second uncle!" Xu Damao said with a wicked smile: "Just to remind you, Third uncle won't donate either!"

Liu Haizhong's face turned red, and he said angrily, "Hey!...Xu Damao, you're trying to get into trouble with your uncle, right?"

Liu Haizhong's nonsense actually saved Yi Zhonghai.

After he secretly let out a long sigh, he immediately pulled Liu Haizhong to prevent him from confronting Xu Damao.

Then he bowed to everyone humbly.

"My fellow men, I, Yi Zhonghai, apologize to you all."

"I also wanted to help my apprentice, so I asked everyone to donate food!"

"This matter!...I didn't think it through and did it wrong..."

"Everyone is right!... There is really no reason to donate food to fat people."

"That's enough!... Let's just leave it at that for everyone to donate food..."

......