Fang Zhaodi was fierce, but she was still far behind Jia Zhangshi, who had been through many battles.
Moreover, she had just gotten pregnant and was willing but unable to act.
At first, it was two people cursing outside the house, but then, basically, only Jia Zhangshi's non-repetitive curses could be heard, while Fang Zhaodi only had a few recurring phrases.
Besides that, Jia Zhangshi's unique skill, the Soul Summoning Technique, also began.
"Lao Jia, come quickly and take the Lin Family away, they are bullying people too much!"
"Especially that Lin Xiaoman, you must remember him, and take him away in your dreams tonight!"
This old hag, cursing and swearing was one thing, but the key was that she started acting like a ghost at the door, which was very annoying.
Wang Xiuzhi was about to go out and reason with her, but Lin Xiaoman pulled her back.
He knew his mother's personality too well; if she went out, she would definitely be abused.
"You all stay at home, I'm going out for a bit!"
Wang Xiuzhi worried that Lin Xiaoman was going to hit someone, so she quickly stopped him and said, "Son, Jia Zhangshi isn't worth it!"
"It's fine, I won't hit her!"
Lin Xiaoman gently removed Wang Xiuzhi's hand and walked out, much to the surprise of Yan Bugui and the others.
"Let's go, let's see."
Yan Bugui was the first to follow him out; he wanted to see how Lin Xiaoman would deal with Jia Zhangshi.
If he really hit her, as the manager of the Siheyuan Courtyard, he would have to pretend to intervene, both emotionally and rationally.
Outside the door, Jia Zhangshi sat on the ground, clapping her hands rhythmically, her butt wiggling, and mumbling to herself.
Seeing Lin Xiaoman and the others come out, she became even more energetic.
Doing this kind of thing required an audience; if no one was watching, Jia Zhangshi would stop in less than a minute.
"You dead brat of the Lin Family, don't worry, my Lao Jia will take you away tonight!"
Listening to Jia Zhangshi's mumbling, Lin Xiaoman walked over, even fanning the air with his hand, as if to ward off the stench from the old hag.
"Oh dear, come quickly, the Lin Family is going to hit me!"
Seeing Lin Xiaoman continue to approach, Jia Zhangshi was so scared that she retreated several steps, her big butt moving as fast as her feet.
"Don't worry, I won't hit you; hitting you would dirty my hands!"
Lin Xiaoman said this to Jia Zhangshi, and also to the many onlookers.
He had just glanced around and saw that quite a few people from the middle and back courtyards had already gathered in the passageway.
Jia Zhangshi was greatly relieved to hear that he wouldn't hit her, and just as she was about to speak, she heard Lin Xiaoman say softly, "I won't hit you, but from now on, your Bang Geng might get beaten on the street every day!"
"Ah! If you dare to touch Bang Geng, I'll fight you to the death!"
Jia Zhangshi, despite her eccentric and deeply malicious nature, had the same sense of duty as Qin Huairu, believing in 'marrying a chicken, following a chicken; marrying a dog, following a dog.'
No matter how much she played around outside, she always considered herself a daughter-in-law of the Jia Family. This idea was deeply ingrained.
Therefore, she cherished Bang Geng, the Jia Family's only third-generation descendant, like a treasure.
Hearing that Lin Xiaoman was going to target Bang Geng, her face changed dramatically, and she even stopped the words she had been mumbling.
If it were an ordinary person, Jia Zhangshi wouldn't believe they would do such a thing, to trouble a child.
But Lin Xiaoman used to be a Hutong kid, having done all sorts of immoral things like fighting, brawling, and petty theft, so it wasn't impossible for him to find someone to beat Bang Geng.
"How about we try it and see if I dare?"
"I won't stoop to your level, you lunatic!"
Jia Zhangshi was not a fool; she knew how to bully the weak and fear the strong. Seeing that Lin Xiaoman had directly hit her weak spot, the old hag immediately scurried back.
As she left, she even said, like Gray Wolf, "Lao Jia will come for you tonight!"
Having sent Jia Zhangshi away, the Lin Family went to the Neighborhood Committee.
Dividing the family was originally a family matter, but it involved household registration, grain ration books, and a series of subsequent issues. Without the Neighborhood Committee's witness, any future disputes would be unclear.
The people at the Neighborhood Committee often handled such matters, just like divorces. They first offered a few words of advice, and seeing that the family's minds were made up, they quickly helped draft the family division agreement.
The agreement was made in 6 copies: one for each sibling, one for Lin Shanhe and his wife, and one for the Neighborhood Committee.
By the time everything was written, it was almost 10 o'clock.
After going to the Street Office to sort out the grain ration books and household registration, it was already lunchtime.
"Let's go home, we'll have a farewell meal for lunch!"
Lin Shanhe smoked a cigarette at the entrance of the Street Office, looking at his children in silence for a long time, and finally suggested a farewell meal.
"Are we eating last night's fish?" Lin Xiaoman joked.
"Eating my ass, your eldest sister-in-law already took it back to her parents' house this morning!" Lin Dong kicked Lin Xiaoman on the side.
"Brother, I'm not criticizing you, but with your personality, you'll never be able to hold your head up at home in the future."
"Why should I hold my head up? Anyway, I think your sister-in-law can worry about family matters, and I'll just do my work."
"Alright, never mind, I spoke in vain!"
Having been reborn, Lin Xiaoman knew that everyone had their own destiny, and what you considered right, others might not.
Now that the family was divided, he had said what he needed to say. Since his parents and eldest brother had no objections, he could only keep quiet and just live his own life well from now on.
After lunch, Yan Bugui came over and said that the room had been vacated.
"Third Uncle, how much money did you give Jiecheng for him to agree so quickly?"
Yan Bugui was the type who was not active in class but excelled after class. After discussing with Lin Xiaoman in the morning, he went to work on Yan Jiacheng.
At first, Yan Jiacheng indeed disagreed.
He had finally gotten a room to himself, and although Yan Jiefang occasionally came to sleep, it was still better than being squeezed in with the whole family at home.
But he hadn't enjoyed his good life for more than a few days before his old man rented out the room.
If he had rented it out himself, it would have been fine, as the money would have gone into his own pocket, but since his old man rented it out, he knew without a doubt that he wouldn't get any of the rent.
The two argued for a while, and finally, Yan Bugui agreed to give Yan Jiacheng 4 mao out of the 1.5 yuan monthly rent. Furthermore, if Yan Jiacheng ever found a girlfriend, the lease would terminate, and Yan Bugui would handle the discussion with Lin Xiaoman.
"Third Uncle, you're really good at calculating, even making money off your own son!"
Lin Xiaoman was really a bit speechless with this guy. His conditions weren't bad; his family all had urban household registrations, ample rations, and a decent monthly salary, yet he constantly claimed to be poor.
He calculated and calculated, even calculating his own son.
This old man had long been underreporting his salary, telling everyone in the Siheyuan Courtyard that his 27.5 yuan salary was hard to live on with a whole family, but that was his salary from many years ago. His actual salary now was at least 40 yuan.
This salary wasn't as high as government officials or skilled workers, but it was much better than ordinary workers.
Moreover, with Yan Jiacheng contributing almost 10 yuan a month, their family was genuinely not poor.
"Xiao Man, you're still young. When you have a family and children later, you'll understand what it means that you won't be poor from eating, or poor from wearing, but you'll be poor if you don't calculate!"