"Oh, so according to what that old man said, the people living in our courtyard are quite wealthy," Ma Hua said sarcastically.
Upon hearing Ma Hua's words, the people in the courtyard immediately retorted, "My family is not wealthy; we have been poor farmers for three generations."
“Yes, old man, you can’t just talk nonsense. When has our courtyard ever had a get-together?” Xu Damao said bluntly.
"That's right, Uncle, you can't just talk nonsense. My family has been poor farmers for eight generations."
In this era, who dares to say they're rich? That's suicide. After three years of natural disasters, those who couldn't get enough to eat have long been filled with righteous indignation. Now, the prevailing attitude is that the poorer you are, the more glorious it is. "I'm poor, so I'm right." The best are those who have been poor peasants for eight generations, and whose whole family only has one pair of pants. Those are the most powerful now.
Yi Zhonghai was now completely flustered. He hadn't expected these people in the courtyard to betray him. In fact, Yi Zhonghai had realized he had said the wrong thing earlier, but what's done is done, and there was no going back now.
Yi Zhonghai could only look pleadingly at Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong. Upon seeing this, Yan Bugui directly held up two fingers to Yi Zhonghai.
Yi Zhonghai had no choice but to nod in agreement, cursing Yan Laoxi in his heart, "You just wait."
Yan Bugui slowly stood up and called out to the crowd, "Quiet down!"
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, Yan Bugui continued, "That's not what I meant. You've misunderstood. Besides, whether we're rich or poor, we're still neighbors in the same courtyard, and we've lived together for so many years."
"We all know each other perfectly well. Besides, every year we get together with snacks and peanuts handed out by the neighborhood committee, just to chat and catch up—it's perfectly normal for neighbors to talk and strengthen their bonds, isn't it? It's not as exaggerated as you're making it out to be, Ma Hua."
Ma Hua glanced at Yan Bugui with surprise. This old guy's got some tricks up his sleeve, subtly changing the subject. He immediately said sarcastically, "Oh, I see. I thought it was like Aunt Jia said, that you eat braised pork every day. You scared me!"
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