Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

To save face, the middle-aged man snorted, left the office, and headed towards the hospital.

What Sha Zhu just said was terrifying. They were going against the government, which meant they were counter-revolutionaries. No one dared to think about it.

After watching the middle-aged man leave, Sha Zhu turned to look at Liu Haizhong, unsure of how to react.

You can't exactly say, "Uncle Liu, please stop hitting your own son," because that would probably be a bad thing to say.

When Liu Haizhong got home, he beat Liu Guangtian even more severely. What if the beasts in the yard stirred things up again?

Not to mention Liu Haizhong would hate Sha Zhu, Liu Guangtian would probably be beaten to death at home.

We can't just ignore Liu Guangtian standing up for his sister.

"Uncle Liu, why don't you go back to the factory first? To be honest, your son is just standing up for us, his old neighbor."

This can be considered a way to maintain good neighborly relations; who knows, word might even get to the factory.

"Uncle Liu, you might still gain the favor of your superiors. They'll give you a boost and promote you."

Upon hearing what Sha Zhu said, Liu Haizhong was so angry that his veins bulged.

"Silly Zhu, do you think I'm a fool? My son beat someone up, and I got promoted."

I do want to be an official. I'm not as stupid as you think, am I? That brat, I'll teach him a lesson when I get home.”

Sha Zhu thought to himself, "You're just a good-for-nothing."

"Uncle Liu, you know it's wrong for kids to fight, but do you think that if you beat your son at home every day and it gets back to the factory, the factory leaders will have a good impression of you?"

Look at you, you have no culture whatsoever. And you're always committing domestic violence; what leader would like you?

"Who says I'm uneducated? I graduated from elementary school. Besides, it's none of anyone else's business if I beat my own son at home."

"Silly Zhu, don't talk nonsense." Liu Haizhong was even angrier when he heard Silly Zhu say that he was uncultured.

"Yes, yes, we both graduated from elementary school, so we're pretty much in the same boat. Which official didn't graduate from junior high school or higher?"

You have no connections, you're uneducated, and you even like to beat your son at home.

Everyone in our neighborhood knows about your reputation for domestic violence.

Who knows when the rumors about the street factory will spread like wildfire, and you'll forget about ever becoming an official again.

Upon hearing what Sha Zhu said, Liu Haizhong thought his dream of becoming an official had been completely shattered.

Enraged, he immediately pulled out the Seven Wolves sword again, shouting, "You, you, you, you idiot, you're asking for it!"

"No, Uncle Liu, why did you hit me? I'm just telling the truth. I'm trying to find a solution for you."

Look, our factory's logistics director didn't even finish elementary school, but he got a leadership position because of connections.

If that doesn't work, Uncle Liu, you can slowly try to develop a relationship with him.

"Why don't you go to night school, Uncle Liu? You can get an advanced diploma and still become a leader."

Liu Haizhong said, "I don't know if having a higher degree means I can become a leader."

Putting aside the fact that it would be embarrassing for someone this old to go to night school, the fact that I get confused just looking at the things in the books...

What a load of rubbish. The logistics director is a relative of the factory director; we can't possibly get close to him.

Just then, Sha Zhu said again, "Uncle Liu, I think you should go back to the factory. After all, you still have some skills in the workshop."

"If you don't go back for a long time and it disrupts production, your superiors will blame you, making being an official even more difficult."

After listening to Sha Zhu's words, Liu Haizhong still felt that being an official was more important.

The child can be disciplined at home, but production in the workshop cannot be delayed.

Seeing that everything was alright for the time being and that no one was stopping him from leaving, he tossed his arm and left.

The principal and the homeroom teacher, who were standing nearby, were dumbfounded after hearing their conversation.

I can hardly believe it; this guy is outrageous! He's obsessed with becoming an official.

How can there still be such people? No wonder the beasts in the courtyard houses are truly extraordinary.

After Liu Haizhong left, Yan Bugui looked at Shazhu and said, "Zhuzi, what did you just say about three generations of farmers?"

I remember your family mentioning being descendants of the Tan family's culinary tradition. Is that true?

This is outrageous! They asked that question right in front of the principal and teachers.

As expected, this beast cannot be reasoned with.

Sha Zhu thought about it and realized that he hadn't offended Yan Laokou during this period. Yesterday, he even let Yan Laokou earn some errand fees.

"Teacher Yan, you're talking about the successors of Tan Family Cuisine? Well, I'll have to give you a little background information."

You mentioned Tan Family Cuisine, but my family name is He. My family name isn't Tan either.

Tan Family Cuisine, also known as Bangyan Cuisine, originated from a scholar surnamed Tan during the Qing Dynasty who achieved the second-highest rank in the imperial examinations.

After becoming an official, he enjoyed hosting banquets and invented his own cuisine, which became known as Tan Family Cuisine, also called the cuisine of the second-place scholar.

He was an official of the Qing Dynasty, which collapsed in 1912.

My grandfather was just a kitchen helper in someone's home; in feudal times, that would have been considered slavery.

I only secretly learned a little bit of Tan family cuisine in the kitchen. During the Republic of China era, the Tan family's business was not well managed.

My dad had to find work himself, working as a cook in a restaurant.

He was neither the boss nor a shareholder, nor did he receive any profit sharing; to put it bluntly, he was just a cook who served others.

The People's Republic of China was founded on October 1, 1949.

Even if the children of landlords and capitalists were adopted by workers and peasants,

Alternatively, marry a worker or farmer for three years.

Children who are adopted or married to workers or peasants automatically become workers or peasants.

If we consider the class of origin to be three years before the founding of the country, my father started working as a cook in the kitchen of a steel rolling mill in early 1946, which is something many people know.

"Then, Teacher Yan, what's my family's class status?" Seeing Teacher Yan fall silent, Sha Zhu spoke up in front of the principal and teachers.

"Teacher Yan, I remember your family was classified as a small business owner, and you also had your own storefront. It's just that your family's business was ruined within three years."

"Silly Zhu, you!" Teacher Yan was furious, how could Silly Zhu turn the tables on her?

"Alright. Teacher Yan, you're just a small property owner, I didn't say anything to you."

Who told you to squander your family fortune? Now you have to live a life of extreme frugality.

Your neighbors even gave you the nickname "Abacus Master" and "Old Man Yan."

I haven't been back for the past two months. I heard from the neighbors that you should open the night soil truck and take a look whenever it passes by our compound.

"Smell this. I've never heard this smell before when I was at home. Teacher Yan, when did you start?"

Sha Zhu pretended to be stupid and asked Yan Bugui.

Two chuckles rang out from the side, and both Old Man Guo, Principal Guo, and the female teacher couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Sha Zhu wiped the raindrops from his eyes with his sleeve, then looked up at Teacher Yan with wide, curious eyes.

Teacher Yan's shortcomings were exposed by Sha Zhu, and the school principal and teachers also found out.

The most crucial point is that he actually did it, and Teacher Yan was so angry she couldn't speak.

Unable to bear the ridicule from the principal and teachers, he flung his hand and stomped his foot, leaving the office.

I thought to myself, I came here to help you mediate your conflict, not to be laughed at. My good intentions have been completely wasted. Fine, I'll just leave.

Another person finally left. Sha Zhu checked the time; he wondered if anyone had even had lunch yet.