Courtyard House: the Yi Family Bloodline That Descended from Heaven

In the courtyard house at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Yi Zhonghai had just finished a general meeting—again, to raise funds for the Jia family. Qin Huairu, her slightly protruding belly, stood in the central courtyard, her eyes red. Sha Zhu, carrying two aluminum lunchboxes, was about to hand them over. "Old Yi, our Dongxu's salary isn't enough this month, and Banggeng is still growing..." Jia Zhangshi cried out, clutching the five yuan she had just received. Yi Zhonghai nodded: "We're all neighbors, we should help each other if we can. Dongxu is my apprentice, it's only right." An older woman, Wang Cuihua, stood at her door, her lips moved, but she ultimately remained silent. So many years...