Siheyuan: the Red Age of Struggle

Traveling through the Qingman Courtyard, Zhang Fendou's life was prosperous, but the people in the courtyard were trembling with fear. "Master, aside from the facts, are you not wrong?" "Second uncle, our courtyard must be separated without you!" "Third uncle, your calculation is wrong!" "Aunt Zhang, Lao Jia, you are the most reasonable!" A mouth of thirty-seven degrees speaks with warm words of seventy-three degrees, but the listener feels chilled in his heart.