I am Jia Dongjin in the Siheyuan (Courtyard House)

Chapter 42 Results

"Comrade Li Lan, can you rest in bed at home? Staying in the hospital is a waste of medical resources, and the steel mill will also have to spend money. We can't let it affect the work of the steel mill. I can persevere. Perseverance is victory."

"Comrade Jia Dongjin, I am Director Wang, not Li Lan. You can rest assured and recover. Don't worry, the hospital provides meals for patients, and Yan Fugui and Yi Zhonghai will cover your medical and nutritional expenses. Just focus on recovering in the hospital."

A perfectly healthy young man was beaten and left with amnesia. The doctors and nurses felt sorry for him, and Director Wang felt even more distressed.

"The victim, Jia Dongjin, suffered a concussion and is currently hospitalized. This is the injury assessment report issued by the hospital, which has been accepted by the police. The Jia family is kind; they didn't retaliate by forcing you to stay in jail. Jia Zhangshi is worried about her future. Whether you stay in jail or pay more compensation, I will not offer any further advice; the choice is yours."

Once I had the injury assessment report, everything was different from before.

Director Wang's attitude turned serious. Yan Fugui and Yi Zhonghai had to swallow their anger, even if it meant gritting their teeth. They each received an additional 100 yuan in compensation, and even He Yuzhu received 20 yuan. Yan Jiecheng's temporary job was terminated, just like his name, which didn't work out.

Yi Zhonghai felt more wronged than Dou E. It was normal for Yan Fugui to pay 300 yuan, but he only acted improperly and was required to pay 200 yuan.

"Yi Zhonghai, you set up your own court and prevented the poor and lower-middle peasants from reporting the case to the government. This is a serious crime that deserves to be punished. If it weren't for Director Yang pleading for you and saying he would keep you to contribute to the steel rolling mill, it wouldn't just be a matter of losing money."

One sentence from the police officer made Yi Zhonghai break out in a cold sweat, and he had no choice but to obediently sign the agreement.

"Officer, they outnumber us and my family is all alone. We have elderly parents and young children to support. Could you make them write a guarantee that they will not bully my family again?"

After regaining his memory, Jia Dongjin had no objection to the 500 yuan compensation. However, he was not satisfied and hesitantly made new requests to the police and Director Wang.

Madam Jia was even more resolute. She demanded that all members of the Yan family sign a guarantee promising not to retaliate against any member of the Jia family in the future, otherwise she would be willing to be severely punished.

She stipulated that all members of the Yan family must sign or put their fingerprints on the guarantee, including 6-year-old Yan Jiedi, because Banggeng was still young and she was afraid that he would be bullied by older children in the future.

Similarly, Jia Dongjin also requested that Yi Zhonghai, He Yuzhu, and Liu Daneng also sign a guarantee.

No one had any choice. Without signing a guarantee, the Jia family wouldn't dare write a letter of understanding. Without a letter of understanding, these people would have to stay behind the fence indefinitely.

If you stay behind the fence for a short time, the boss can turn a blind eye; but if you stay behind the fence for too long, you might even get fired.

"The orphan and the widow are truly terrified of being bullied."

Qin Huairu was in tears, and she put on a pitiful look, which aroused righteous indignation among the police officers present.

He Yuzhu remained defiant, and was punched again on the spot. He quickly quieted down and obediently signed the compensation agreement. Some of the young police officers were hot-blooded and even planned to find an opportunity to deal with the Yan family.

Yan Fugui was too good at pretending. He always told the school that he earned 27 yuan a month, but his monthly salary was secretly as high as 47 yuan. Now that the school has reduced his salary to 27 yuan, this old codger has finally cried poor. Everyone in the courtyard is secretly laughing.

Xu Fugui's family was frequently extorted by Yan Fugui, who gave them a lot of mountain products and local specialties. After learning of the punishment, the father and son happily drank three small meals together.

"Yi Zhonghai, Yan Fugui, what's wrong with you two? Sigh!"

Standing once again in the No. 95 Civilized Courtyard, looking at the two stewards in front of her, Director Wang was filled with emotion. She announced that Liu Haizhong would be in charge of the courtyard from now on, and that no matter what the situation was in the future, no one should be prevented from reporting to the street office or the police.

After announcing the punishment, Director Wang shook his head and prepared to leave this speechless, supposedly civilized courtyard house.

"Director Wang, please wait a moment, may I say something?"

Despite his weakness, Jia Dongjin stepped forward and earnestly requested his superior's approval.

"Of course, preventing the public from speaking out is just as criminal as obstructing the public from reporting to the government."

Amidst the wind and snow in the courtyard, a hint of fear flashed in Director Wang's eyes. This Jia Dongjin opposite her had shattered her perception of him; he was no longer harmless, but had almost single-handedly overturned the entire courtyard. Director Wang wondered what kind of trouble this kid was up to now.

"Director Wang, I received a lot of help from my neighbors this time. To thank you for standing up for the people, and to make up for the disappointment of not being able to be rated as a civilized courtyard, the Jia family is willing to contribute 20 yuan as compensation and thanks. I wonder if the neighborhood committee will allow this?"

Jia Dongjin stopped Jia Zhangshi, who was about to refuse, and said something that amazed everyone.

"Ah! Yes, of course it's allowed. This is a good thing. It shows that our No. 95 courtyard house is still in good condition. Neighbors should help and support each other. The Jia family did a good job and it's worth promoting. Please give them a round of applause."

"Director Wang is right, everyone should applaud the Jia family."

Liu Haizhong stepped forward and led everyone in applause.

After a chaotic brawl, Liu Haizhong, in a daze, became the only elder in the courtyard, and he was the only one who could lead everyone in applauding. Liu Haizhong is now the person in the entire courtyard who is most grateful to the Jia family, without exception.

The entire hospital staff looked at each other in bewilderment, and then began to applaud. Amidst a great chorus of applause, the Yan family members and Yi Zhonghai, among others, stood before the crowd, their expressions complex.

Adults with thick skin are a bit better off, but Yan Jiedi's face turned bright red. When she saw Banggeng making faces at her, she glared at him fiercely. Yan Jiekuang's eyes were even more menacing. Fortunately, Yang Ruihua saw Jia Dongjin's gaze and quickly slapped Yan Jiedi hard.

"You two kids, come here to me. Liu Daneng, call your children over too, I want to talk to them."

Director Wang's heart skipped a beat. She finally understood why the Jia family demanded a guarantee. Adults were easy to deal with, but she was afraid that the children would be reckless and cause trouble in the end.

In front of everyone in the courtyard, Director Wang didn't give the Yan family any face. He made Yan Fugui and his wife give their children a thorough lesson until Yan Jiekuang, Yan Jiedi, and Erdan cried their eyes out and promised not to bully Banggeng. Only then did Director Wang nod and let them go.

Not giving up, she called Yan Fugui and Liu Daneng aside and warned them in a low voice, "Don't be ungrateful. Someone in the district wanted to recruit you for target practice. When we went to the hospital to find out what was going on, Jia Dongjin spoke up for you. I heard everything clearly. And don't think that the guarantee is just a piece of paper. You can try it anytime, but I'm afraid you won't be able to handle the consequences."

Before leaving, Director Wang gave Yan Fugui a deep look, which made the small business owner tremble and almost unable to move.

Everyone went back to their own homes and to their own mothers.

The unforgettable dispute over a courtyard house has now come to an end, leaving only lingering repercussions.

For example, in the He family's courtyard house, He Yushui's cries soon rang out.

"Silly brother, you really are an idiot. You still think you're innocent?"

He Yuzhu scratched his head in frustration, his already messy hair now completely out of control. "An old man told me to go stop him, how could I refuse?"

"Would you eat shit if I told you to?"

"You dare insult me, oh my!"

He Yuzhu rolled up his sleeves and cursed. He had been locked up for several days and had been beaten several times for being disobedient. Just now, when he was scratching his head, he accidentally scratched the bump on his head that the police had given him, and He Yuzhu hissed in pain.

He had been holding back a lot of anger, and he wanted to vent it now and teach this disrespectful little girl a lesson.

"Go ahead and hit me, do you think anyone will put up with you? You idiot, use your brain for a second. If you stop Dongjin, what will happen next? The Yan family members are armed, four against one, what do you think the consequences will be?"

He Yushui was in tears. She cried and said, "The lightest consequence is injury, and a slightly more serious one is severe injury or disability, or even death. Without Brother Dongjin, look at the Jia family. Two women with two children, how could they survive? Almost five lives were lost! Five lives! And you still have the nerve to claim you're innocent? Brother Dongxu brought you food back then, and my sister-in-law helped me make clothes and braid my hair, have you forgotten all that? You still call yourself a man of Beijing, have you lost your conscience?"

A barrage of questions turned He Yuzhu's face pale. After thinking for a while, he stammered in defense, "It's not that serious. I definitely had to stop him. Impossible, absolutely impossible! The old man is right. There's only one person in Dongjin. He can't possibly live in two rooms. It's too wasteful. We should help our neighbors in need. Is that wrong?"

"Bullshit! What is that if not robbery? You think you can buy a room with 100 yuan? Go try buying a room yourself, and they'll beat you to death! And you have the nerve to ask to borrow? Who borrows for five years at a time?"

He Yushui was so angry that she cried. She was a 14-year-old girl, and even she understood such a simple truth. How could her 23-year-old brother not understand this? How could he be expected to support the family in the future?

He Yushui was still young, and at this time she longed for a reliable person to rely on, but her father, He Daqing, was far away in Baoding.

The wind had died down a bit, leaving only the soft rustling of snowflakes falling to the ground and the occasional crackling of the brazier, mixed with He Yuzhu's heavy breathing.

Just as He Yushui was about to continue questioning, there was a knock on the door of the He family.