Siheyuan: Sending the whole courtyard to jail at the beginning

"Why didn't you just tell me earlier? Go and get that Yi Zhonghai from your hospital to come over here. I have a letter for him."

"A letter from Yi Zhonghai?"

Yan Bugui was obviously stunned for a moment, but when he saw the little beggar really took out a letter from his arms and shook it at him, he still stretched out his hand and said to the little beggar: "How about this, you give me the letter, and I will deliver it to him later."

However, the little beggar shook his head decisively, expressing his refusal: "That won't do. The person who gave me this letter specifically told me that it must be delivered to Yi Zhonghai in person."

"Okay, then you wait a moment." Yan Bugui thought about it and nodded in agreement. Mainly because he thought that Yi Zhonghai was not a stingy person. For something like helping his family, he would definitely give some benefits, so it would not be a wasted trip.

Yan Bugui ran to the middle courtyard, and when he arrived at the door of Yi's house, he knocked and called out, "Old Yi, Old Yi, are you home?"

A few seconds later, Yi Zhonghai opened the door and walked out. Seeing that it was Yan Bugui who was looking for him, he seemed to be in a hurry and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Old Yan? Is there anything you want to talk to me about?"

"Hey, Lao Yi, there's someone at the door looking for you. They said they have a letter for you. I saw that he was in a hurry, so I ran over to find you. Alas, I'm so tired."

"Letter? What letter?" Yi Zhonghai was obviously stunned, his brows slightly frowned, and he muttered to himself.

"I don't know either. Why don't you go and see for yourself?"

"Okay, let's go."

The two walked quickly to the gate and saw that the person delivering the letter was a little beggar. Yi Zhonghai felt even more confused and uneasy, and asked, "I am Yi Zhonghai. Do you have a letter for me?"

The little beggar kept looking at Yi Zhonghai, and seeing that the old man was almost the same as the boss described, he nodded, handed the letter in his hand, and turned and ran away.

After taking the letter, Yi Zhonghai looked at it carefully. There was no stamp, sender or address on the envelope. It was completely empty.

"Who could this letter be from? Could it be..."

"Lao Yi, who sent you this letter?" Yan Bugui stretched his neck to look curiously.

Yi Zhonghai was shocked when he heard it, and quickly put the letter away. His face returned to his usual smiling expression, "I don't know either. There's not even a sender. Thank you, Old Yan. This is a little gift from me. Take it."

As he spoke, Yi Zhonghai took out his wallet from his pocket, took out a dime and handed it to Yan Bugui.

Seeing that there was money to be taken, Yan Bugui was immediately overjoyed. He put the money into his pocket and said politely, "Hey, Lao Yi, what are you doing? I'm just running errands for you. Well, since you are so enthusiastic, I can't refuse you. But don't do it next time."

"Haha, okay, then you go ahead and do your work. I'll go back first."

"Okay, okay, Lao Yi, please slow down."

With a heavy and uneasy heart, Yi Zhonghai returned home and locked the door. He looked at the aunt who was sewing in the room and asked with a puzzled look on her face, "Boss, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing, just go about your business." Yi Zhonghai replied casually, went back to the bedroom, locked the door, sat down at the desk, lit the kerosene lamp on the table, adjusted the fire, took out the letter in his arms, and carefully roasted it over the fire.

But after roasting for a long time, he roasted every part of the letter, but nothing showed up. Yi Zhonghai was completely relieved, and a smile appeared on his face again. He murmured, "It seems that I thought too much."

He slowly opened the envelope and carefully took out the letter inside. However, when he took the first look at it, a trace of disgust immediately appeared on his face.

"What ugly handwriting!" he muttered to himself, as if he was very dissatisfied with the handwriting of the letter.

Then he began to read the contents of the letter carefully:

Yi Zhonghai, He Daqing asked you to help take care of his son and daughter. You did a good job, didn't you? You raised He Yuzhu to be a fool. He is 30 years old and still unmarried and childless. You let a young widow hang on to him all day long. He Yushui, have you ever taken care of him? You didn't just take care of He Yuzhu, did you? You expected him to provide for your retirement?

He Daqing sent ten yuan to his children every month for living expenses. It has been ten years, right? One hundred and twenty yuan a year, ten years that is one thousand two hundred yuan. Where did all this money go now? To the He brothers and sisters? Or did you keep it secret?

Tsk tsk, I wonder if He Daqing will come back to Siheyuan and kill you if he knows about this? He Yuzhu knows that the uncle he has trusted the most since he was a child treated him like this, and secretly gave him the living expenses from his father. I wonder how he would feel? Will he beat you to death with a stick?

If the hospital knew about this, would all your prestige be gone? What if the factory knew about this? How would everyone view the beloved Master Yi?

How will the street and police station treat you?

If you want people to not know, unless you do it yourself!

Yi Zhonghai, if you want this matter not to be exposed, put 1,200 yuan under the first trash can on the north side of Nanluoguxiang at 7 o'clock tomorrow night!

After you deposit the money, just leave, don't play tricks, otherwise, I will ruin your reputation!!!

After reading the letter, Yi Zhonghai felt a surge of blood rushing to his heart. His face instantly turned the color of liver, his eyes widened as if they were about to spit fire, veins bulged on his forehead, and his hands unconsciously clenched into fists as if he wanted to crush the letter.

His entire body began to tremble slightly due to extreme anger, and even his breathing became rapid and heavy.

"Damn it! Damn it! Who is it? Who on earth is it? Which bastard knew about this and used it to threaten me?" Yi Zhonghai tried his best to lower his voice, but the angry roar still couldn't be suppressed and squeezed out from between his teeth.

At this moment, his heart was filled with resentment and anger for having his secret known, as well as fear and anxiety about unknown enemies.

Finally, Yi Zhonghai showed an extremely cold smile on his face, that smile seemed to come from the Netherworld, making people shudder. He clenched his fists tightly, his eyes flashing with anger, and he gritted his teeth and said,

"You dare to threaten me, Yi Zhonghai? I will make sure you die without a burial place!"

On the other side, at Li Kuiyong's house, delicious dishes were served on the table one after another, including not only tender and juicy chicken, fragrant braised pork, but also a plump fresh fish.

Although these dishes are far from being delicious, they still exude a mouth-watering charm. In this difficult and arduous era, this is already a feast in the dreams of countless people.

"Hey? Where is Xiaojiu? Why hasn't he come back yet?"

Mother Li set the table and everyone sat down, but after waiting for a long time, Kang Jiu did not come back, so she spoke with some worry and anxiety.

"Mom, why don't we just eat first and leave some for Brother Nine?"

The third son of the Li family wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and couldn't help but say.

Looking at the table full of meat, the children kept swallowing their saliva, obviously they were very greedy.

At the same time, I was also very confused. What day is today? Why are there so many delicious foods? Even during the Chinese New Year, the food at home was not so good.

"Snapped......"

"Ouch." The third boy of the Li family cried out in pain, holding his aching hand, tears welling up in the corners of his eyes.

"Eat, eat, eat. All you know is eating. Are you a starving ghost reincarnated? Have you never eaten meat?"

"This meat was brought by your brother Beijun, his wife Beijun, and brother Xiaojiu. If your brother Xiaojiu doesn't come back, would you be embarrassed to eat it?"

Li's mother held up her chopsticks and angrily scolded her son, with a look of disappointment on her face.

"Hoo, hoo, I'm back."

Fortunately, the little bastard lifted the door curtain at this time and walked in panting.

"Ah, Brother Xiaojiu, you are finally back. We are almost starving to death."

The children were so happy to see the little bastard come back. They were happier to see him than to see their own parents.

The little bastard was stunned when he saw this situation. He obviously didn't expect that everyone would wait for him.

"Hey, what are you waiting for me for? Why don't you eat first? Uncle, aunt, I'm so sorry, I was delayed by something."

"Haha, it's good that you're back. Come to the table and have dinner quickly." Father Li greeted with a smile.

"Hahaha, eat, eat, everyone, eat quickly."

The little bastard sat down and said to everyone a little embarrassedly, while also nodding secretly to Lin Beijun and Li Kuiyong.

After receiving the signal, Lin Beijun and Li Kuiyong both smiled happily, and the meat in their mouths tasted even more delicious.

The dinner took a full hour to finish, mainly because the men were drinking. As everyone knows, once they start drinking, they will talk endlessly, especially since Lin Beijun hadn't been back for five years, so they talked even more.

After the meal, Lin Beijun and the others said goodbye and walked out with their partners and the little bastard. Li Kuiyong saw them off.

"Xiao Jiuer, why does it take so long to deliver a letter?" After leaving the house, Li Kuiyong asked the questions that had been in his mind for several hours.

The little bastard scratched his head awkwardly and said a little sheepishly: "I'm just trying to do this as well as possible, right?"

"I found a suitable young man, gave him a beggar's outfit, and taught him. I didn't notice that it took a little longer, but I guarantee that this job will be done beautifully."

“Blah blah…”

The little bastard recounted the whole story in great detail.

“Hahaha, Xiaojiuer, you are really amazing.” Li Kuiyong happily patted his childhood friend’s shoulder and praised him.

"Not bad, Xiaojiu took a little longer, but he did a great job." Lin Beijun did not hesitate to praise his younger brother.

"Brother, do you think that old bastard Yi Zhonghai will really hand over so much money? That's 1,200 yuan, not 12 yuan."

Lin Beijun smiled and shook his head, "I'm not Yi Zhonghai, how do I know if he will give it to me?"

"It would be best if he gave it to us, but if he didn't, we should just expose this matter to the public. We must not let that old bastard get away with it."

"Hahaha, yes, yes."