Chapter 136: Knocking Yi Zhonghai Flying, Tearing the Aunt Apart

Jia Zhangshi's head buzzed, about to explode.

Laoqianpo had only one thought in her heart: she couldn't let Yi Zhonghai get away with it.

Damn Yi Zhonghai, this old woman will fight you to the bitter end.

Jia Zhangshi charged headfirst at Yi Zhonghai.

He's learned to be bad.

In the past, Jia Zhangshi would surely have raised a ruckus, calling for Old Jia to have certain people taken away.

Now Jia Zhangshi went straight to her underhanded schemes, too lazy to even open her mouth; she must have feared Yi Zhonghai was on guard, deciding to strike first to avoid later harm, turning herself into a projectile and hurtling at Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai didn't notice Jia Zhangshi at all, his back turned to her the whole time.

A sudden attack.

No preparation.

Definitely a two-plus-one effect.

The off‑guard Yi Zhonghai truly suffered a great blow; at the instant Jia Zhangshi's head hit his lower back, it felt to the hypocrite as if his body had been struck by a high‑speed carriage, the force radiating from the impact point in all directions.

The huge impact flung Yi Zhonghai airborne; the hypocrite fell sideways to the ground, the rebound from striking the earth plunging his body into intense pain, he involuntarily shouted in pain, and his body rolled several times on the ground from inertia.

A major extraordinary incident.

Head Steward Yi Zhonghai was sent flying by Jia Zhangshi's headbutt; had it not occurred right before everyone's eyes, nobody would dare believe it.

"Hahaha... hahaha."

Xu Daming grinned, clutching his belly as he laughed uncontrollably, his shameless glee at Yi Zhonghai's misfortune leaving the neighbors helpless; in the Siheyuan, the only people who would dare show Yi Zhonghai such disrespect were Shazhu and Xu Daming.

Shazhu got it started.

Shazhu also had to join in.

"Xu Daming, what are you laughing at?"

"You didn't see it?"

"Head Steward got knocked flying—do you really have to be so gleeful? Xu Daming, this is classic kicking someone when they're down; we're all neighbors in the same compound—how can you do this and still deserve to be called a neighbor?"

Shazhu's indignant tone made outsiders think he was close to Yi Zhonghai, while those in the know didn't see it that way; his few words were even more despicable than Xu Daming's mocking laughter.

"Is that really not okay?"

"Your laughing is already not okay."

"Then I really am not okay."

"Despicable."

The two went on like a crosstalk act, teasing Yi Zhonghai at length.

Yi Zhonghai paid no heed to the teasing from Shazhu and Xu Daming; even the harshest teasing couldn't match the pain in his body. After being knocked down by Jia Zhangshi's headbutt, his head struck the ground bricks several times—some spots swelling, others split open.

It hurt terribly; in his heart he cursed Jia Zhangshi soundly.

Jia Zhangshi's headbutt left Yi Zhonghai in agony beyond words.

The Jia Zhangshi who had knocked Yi Zhonghai over waved her hand and slapped Qin Huairu.

"Pa!"

A big slap landed on Qin Huairu's face.

The force was great.

A clear five‑finger mark appeared on Qin Huairu's cheek.

Jia Zhangshi probably didn't realize that this sweep had blown away Qin Huairu's last lingering hope in the Jia family.

Before the slap.

Qin Huairu still remembered the Jia family's kindness in marrying her into the city, believing that no matter how bitter her life, she must repay their kindness.

After the slap.

Qin Huairu's last hope that the Jia family would take her back to the city vanished instantly.

"Pa!"

Another big slap landed on Qin Huairu's face.

The striker changed from Jia Zhangshi to Jia Dongxu; Jia Zhangshi slapped Qin Huairu's left cheek, Jia Dongxu her right cheek.

Each side of her face now bore a slap.

The clear five‑finger marks on her pretty face looked somewhat pitiable.

Like Xu Daming, he silently felt indignant for Qin Huairu's beating—how could the Jia mother and son strike someone?

Shazhu, however, reacted with unusual rationality to Qin Huairu's beating; he didn't want to get involved in Jia family affairs, especially since his neighbor was the despicable Xu Daming, whose character meant the Jia family could come to no good.

What Shazhu had to do.

Was to watch the show.

He turned his gaze to Yi Zhonghai, who had been helped up by an aunt; the hypocrite looked quite miserable—his mouth corner split and bleeding, his face smeared with dark, unidentifiable grime, and a few chicken feathers stuck in his hair, making him look like a street vagrant.

It seemed his body had been wrecked by Jia Zhangshi's headbutt.

The hypocrite pressed his hands hard against his lower back, mouth wide open, occasionally drawing in a sharp breath, his face flashing with intermittent pain.

The aunt who had helped Yi Zhonghai up questioned Jia Zhangshi.

"Jia woman, what are you doing? Did our Old Yi offend you somewhere? Why such a vicious move?"

"What am I doing?" Jia Zhangshi, who usually acted timid before the aunt, uncharacteristically stood her ground, retorting: "Tell me what I'm doing—I'm using my head to hit your Old Yi; are you blind, didn't you see?"

"I saw you hit our Old Yi, and I ask why you hit him—look what you've done to him, how much pain he's in; I tell you, if our Old Yi suffers any mishap, I won't let this rest."

"If you won't let this rest, then this old woman won't either—he had it coming."

"Tell me, how did our Old Yi deserve this?"

"Yi Zhonghai's despicable deeds—you're his wife, why pretend ignorance?" The illiterate Jia Zhangshi surprisingly uttered two proverbs: "He did those things—how could you not know? You still dare to ask me? Should I go tell the neighbors all about it?"

Shazhu truly wanted to applaud Jia Zhangshi's words.

Others were the ones dealing with Yi Zhonghai.

Jia Zhangshi directly fired at Yi Zhonghai's strategist, the eldest aunt.

In the neighbors' eyes, the eldest aunt was practically the paragon of a diligent, hardworking household matriarch.

Her acting was so convincing you couldn't doubt it—likely even many future film emperors and empresses couldn't match her.

As Yi Zhonghai's spouse of several decades, the eldest aunt's scheming ran deep.

Shazhu is no longer the former Shazhu; having learned many inside details, he now sees clearly the character of Yi Zhonghai and his wife.

In Shazhu's eyes, the eldest aunt's so-called questioning at this moment was full of holes.

For a long time, the eldest aunt has fostered the illusion that she doesn't manage the Yi household—that everything is decided by Yi Zhonghai. Even when she acts, outsiders never think to credit her.

Including He Daqing's departure several years ago.

It appeared He Daqing had run off with a widow, but in fact Yi Zhonghai and his wife, together with the deaf old lady, devised a trap that forced He Daqing to jump—including He Daqing mailing money to Shazhu and the others, which ended up in Yi Zhonghai's hands, as part of the scheme.

Because Shazhu was reborn, quit the steel plant for the scrap station, and distanced himself from Yi Zhonghai, his wife, and the deaf old lady, his actions disrupted Yi Zhonghai's plans, leaving the hypocrite with no recourse.

Recently, in his letter, He Daqing explicitly warned Shazhu to be wary of Yi Zhonghai, saying Yi Zhonghai was deeply scheming and a morally corrupt person.

Yi Zhonghai is morally corrupt.

The eldest aunt, who advises Yi Zhonghai, is even more morally corrupt.

Shazhu would gladly see Jia Zhangshi tear the eldest aunt apart.

The hypocrite's facade must be broken.

The strategist's facade must also be broken.

With some interest.

He continued to turn his gaze toward Jia Zhangshi, wanting to hear what she might say to expose the eldest aunt's secrets.

"I don't know what? What has our Old Yi done again? Jia woman, in front of the neighbors, tell me clearly—don't put a chamber pot on my head, don't smear our Old Yi's name. Over the years, our family has helped and aided yours; that's enough."

The eldest aunt's aura suddenly rose considerably, and her emotions became agitated.

This tactic.

Shazhu is familiar with it.

The three axe moves of Cheng Yaojin.

Or what people commonly call a 'dismounting intimidation': using aura to suppress you, making you flustered and speechless, then highlighting your innocence, preferably getting you to say something beneficial to the other side.

One cannot say the thinking is not deep.

"Our Old Yi is now a sixth‑grade technician at the steel plant; many want to be his apprentice. Considering we've lived in this compound for years, and seeing how hard it is for your Jia family, widows and orphans, he took Jia Dongxu as his apprentice. Ask the neighbors how Jia Dongxu is as an apprentice—is our Old Yi a qualified teacher? He teaches him hands‑on; those in the steel plant who don't praise him, when you, Jia woman, repeat it, it becomes evidence that our Old Yi bullies your Jia family. Jia woman, how can you be so ungrateful?"

A fine move to rope everyone in.

The Siheyuan's eldest master, a sixth‑grade worker at the steel plant.

He throws out these conditions.

Who dares to play opposite the eldest aunt?

Yi Zhonghai has plenty of ways to deal with you!

Although he can't get you fired from the steel plant, he can transfer you to a grueling, tiring post, and the workshop chief still gives Yi Zhonghai face.

Wearing small shoes makes your feet hurt.

The neighbors wouldn't offend Yi Zhonghai over something that brings them no benefit; even if they did, Jia Zhangshi wouldn't recall their kindness.

Why bother?

"Pah!" Jia Zhangshi spat on the ground, "What a load of crap—others may not know, but could I, the old woman, not know? You two are nothing but a belly full of female prostitutes and male thieves, still calling yourself the head steward—disgusting or not, all our family's affairs are decided by Old Yi; do you really think I, the old woman, am unaware? Some of the Yi family's affairs are you, the eldest aunt, meddling; you use Old Yi's name to do evil, you're worse than Old Yi—others may not know, but I, the old woman, do."

"Did I use Old Yi's name to do evil? Tell me exactly what evil I've done!" the eldest aunt said coldly, "I've done no evil, but I've done plenty of good—when Dongxu married, I had our Old Yi send over a sewing machine."

"What does it matter to our Jia family that Shazhu moved it away?"

Shazhu widened his eyes; Jia Zhangshi's pot was flung so unexpectedly, even watching the drama he could innocently get caught in the crossfire—what a damn mess.

"Why did Shazhu move the sewing machine? Isn't it because your Jia family's Dongxu lost Shazhu's new bicycle? Jia Zhangshi, you're shameless—Dongxu lost someone's bicycle and you still want to dodge payment; if I were you, I'd find a piece of tofu to kill myself."

"I won't die; I insist on living well, living to see how you two die. I'm not like you—I have a son who will support my wife in her old age." Jia Zhangshi said in a sarcastic tone, "Unlike some people who have no children, scheming for old age, plotting this and that—pah!"

Yi Zhonghai suddenly turned into a furious, feather‑ruffled chicken.

What's lacking?

What he doesn't want to hear.

He most doesn't want to hear people say he has no children.

As the mother of Yi Zhonghai's disciple, Jia Zhangshi said in front of the neighbors that the couple had no children, making Yi Zhonghai's teeth itch with anger.

The hypocrite felt that all his years of hard work had been fed to the dogs.

Looks like.

Or perhaps the eldest aunt judges people well.

Jia Dongxu is truly not material to support the couple in their old age.

The key is, now even finding Shazhu won't work—these past years Yi Zhonghai has been digging pits for Shazhu, and Shazhu has been returning the favor, and today there's also the matter of introducing Liu Yufeng to Shazhu.

"Jia Zhangshi." Yi Zhonghai's voice trembled, "Shut your mouth."

"Shut up? What right do you have to shut me up? My mouth is on my head—I'll speak when I want, say what I want. Outsiders can't control you, Yi Zhonghai, you're the head steward—do you control heaven and earth and even my wife's speech? My wife won't listen, I'll speak—your family isn't fun, you're all morally corrupt goods; living in the same compound as you, my wife has no face."

"Our family's radio really went to a bastard—no conscience."

Upon mentioning the radio.

Jia Zhangshi's anger grew even greater.

It was that thing that got Jia Dongxu detained by the Security Section for several days.

All this is because of the radio of Yi Zhonghai and his wife; Jia Zhangshi completely forgot how she used to fawn over them, praising them to the heavens.

This is the time.

That is the time.

No longer needed.

They've turned hostile.

They then disregarded everything, saying whatever they wanted.

You still have the nerve to mention the radio? If it weren't for your family's radio, our Dong Xu wouldn't have suffered that ordeal—it's your family's radio that caused it. We haven't demanded compensation from you; that's already giving you face. And yet you're still bringing up the radio to make a fuss. Neighbors, you all see this clearly, right? Yi Zhonghai and his wife use people when they need them and discard them when they don't. From now on, when dealing with them, you must keep your wits about you, or else they'll scheme against you. Our Jia family is exactly what happens when they scheme against someone—you'd better be careful.

We're devious? Even if we are, it's still better than you feeding the neighbors castor beans—Xu Damu and the old lady, just from eating your Jia Pozi's castor beans, ended up with diarrhea and weakness.