Courtyard: Complain first at the beginning

Chapter 5 Complaint (3)

"Stop crying and be obedient. Your parents will be sad if they find out about this. When the police comrades come later, we will go together to make the decision for you. Those people don't dare to do anything to you?

I also know that your house belongs to your family. It is illegal for anyone to take your house or even kick you out without any reason.

And you are right. When you encounter injustice, you have to go to the police and the government. You don’t have to endure it. The people are the masters of the country now, so why should we tolerate those bad people? "

"Ah~Really!?"

Seeing the little girl's shocked expression and doubtful eyes, Director Wang said it again with a firm look and a serious expression, and assured that it was true.

"That's great. I'm not afraid of being kicked out by them. It was so cold last night. I put on all my clothes, but it was still extremely cold. Aunt Jia changed the quilt at my house. She had a grandson and said that I should love my children, but their quilts smelled bad, were not warm, and were terrible. After I became too sick and had no strength, I had to watch her take away my new cotton quilt."

Zhao Xiaotang wiped his nose with the corner of his clothes as he spoke. Now that the complaint was the most important thing, he didn't care about Mi Tai anymore.

Fu Bao looked stunned and his eyes widened.
"Little Master, you lied. Aren't the pensions and alimony, including savings, still hidden at home? And aren't there still furnitures at home? Are you saying they stole everything and robbed them all? Isn't it a bit exaggerated? Huh? If Director Wang watches this together, will he think you are a liar? I won’t let you make the decision!"

Fu Bao waved his arms while spinning in circles, a little worried that his lie would be exposed. What would he do then?
"You are still too young. I didn't close the door when I left. Do you think that group of people wouldn't have gone in and stolen everything under those circumstances? Just watch, maybe even the photos of my parents can't be saved. "

"No way!"

Fubao didn't believe it. What could the photo be used for? Or pictures of the dead, don’t they feel scared? Don’t they all say that humans are afraid of ghosts?
Fu Bao couldn't understand, but he felt a little distressed when he saw Zhao Xiaotang crying with snot and tears.
"My dear master, please stop crying. Director Wang has a golden light and is a good and upright person. She will definitely help you."

"Can you still see the other person's merits? Can you tell the difference between good and bad people?"

"Of course. Good people have golden light, which is the light of merit. It means they have done good things that benefit the country and the people. Bad people will have black mist on their bodies, which is dirty and smelly.
But most people are gray, because even if some people are good people, they may not always do good things throughout their lives.

You will always do some things that are against morality, that are good for yourself but hurt others. Although there are some harmless things, they are indeed bad things. "

Fubao said with a proud look on his face. He sat down at his desk and watched the development of the situation.
"Little Master, please don't do bad things! I don't want you to smell bad, it would be unpleasant."

"Thank you for reminding me. I won't do bad things. I'm not that evil. But if I am bullied by others, I will never fight back if others bully me! So your standard of bad things is a bit difficult to judge!"

"Then let's judge it according to the laws of your country. It's very simple!" Fubao replied without thinking. Zhao Xiaotang would not tell him that the law is not perfect now, and there is a lot of room for circumvention.
"That's good, that's good!" Hehe!
When Fu Bao heard this laughter, he felt something was wrong but couldn't explain it. He looked at Zhao Xiaotang with an incomprehensible expression. Zhao Xiaotang ignored it and turned to talk to Director Wang.
The man named Xiao Zhang was still very fast, and he followed two police officers and came in very quickly.
"Old Xiao! I'm going to trouble you again!"

"What's the trouble? It's our job to solve people's problems. Of course we have to stand up when the people need us. I wonder what happened this time?"

The visitor had a very serious and decent face, and so did the person behind him. Zhao Xiaotang, who was somewhat face-blind, thought that all police officers had the same face.

"It's like this. The person who came to report the situation this time is called Zhao Xiaotang. I already know the details. It's like this. She lives in Nanluogu Lane..."

The two parties often interacted with each other at work. After saying a few words, they turned to the topic. The two police officers listened carefully. One raised questions and the other took notes in his notebook. Sometimes they would ask Zhao Xiaotang whether he had confirmed the facts or not.
"The situation is fully understood, but we still need to go to the scene to have a better understanding of the situation. If the facts are true, then the three uncles and other residents in the yard will be punished to varying degrees."

"Uncle Public Security, you must help me. I don't want to be bullied. I don't want to listen to their advice anymore and I have to respect the elderly and respect the young. It was too cold last night. I almost froze to death.
The second aunt and Aunt Jia in the hospital said that I was losing money every day. Several times, Aunt Jia snatched away the buns I bought, saying that she wanted to give them to BangGeng, but BangGeng was still drinking milk and could not eat them at all. steamed stuffed bun,

My parents are often not at home. When they left, they asked me to listen to the words of the three uncles in the yard, and I listened. But why do they scold me every time, saying that I don’t respect the elderly and don’t care for the young? But I’m really hungry, okay cold,

Now that my parents are gone, I don’t want to bear it anymore. I feel that it is very hard for me to bear it and my heart hurts. "

As he spoke, Zhao Xiaotang's tears came again. Director Wang also felt pain in his heart. He couldn't help but reached out and patted the other person's head and comforted him softly:
"They are wrong. Respecting the old and cherishing the young is not how we understand it. And you don't need to give in to them. They are just a group of shameless people who bully you as a little girl at home. They won't do it anymore. Let's go help you together. Get rid of them."

Director Wang didn't understand. She knew that the other party was already in junior high school. Why didn't she even understand the word "respect the old and love the young"?
Director Wang thought that the other party was too poor at studying and did not attend class well at all, so he did not understand the meaning of the word, but he did not raise this point. Zhao Xiaotang did not want the other party to think that he was a scumbag among scumbags.
"But the three uncles in the yard all said this, especially the first uncle who said that no matter who it is, whose home has delicious food, it must be eaten by the ancestors and the elders. The younger ones cannot eat it. If they eat it, they will not eat it. Filial piety."

"What ancestor? Where did Yi Zhonghai in your yard come from? Isn't this a feudal patriarchal system? How can anyone be so filial?"

Zhao Xiaotang's words made everyone frown. The words that came out of Zhao Xiaotang's mouth while leading the way were not so good.
"That's the deaf old lady in the backyard! She is the ancestor in the yard. Everyone has to respect her. If there is anything delicious, they have to bring a bowl to her. Otherwise,

The three uncles will hold meetings to criticize each other. I heard the first uncle say that the deaf old lady is a martyr of the army and has made a significant contribution to the country. We cannot see her lonely and helpless. We must treat her as filial to our ancestors. Mrs,
The three uncles also often make donations, but the recipients of donations are all Aunt Jia's family. We can't donate less money. If we don't, Silly Zhu will beat people. If we don't have money, we have to give food like stick noodles and sweet potatoes.

I don’t quite understand why there are so many poorer people in the yard than Aunt Jia’s family, but I don’t see them donating to help. "

Zhao Xiaotang talked all the way, saying everything that should be said and what should not be said. The police officer who took the notes felt that he did not bring enough notebooks today, and his hands could hardly keep up.
(End of this chapter)