Courtyard House: My Wife is Xu Huizhen

Xu Wude got angry: "Shazhu, why did you hit my Da Mao?"

Xu's mother was even more anxious. When she saw her son lying on the ground covered in mud, with one cheek swollen and some blood at the corner of his mouth, she was heartbroken.

He charged forward, brandishing his claws and baring his teeth: "Silly Zhu, I'll fight you to the death!"

He Yuzhu pointed at Xu Damao's mother and said, "Don't come any closer, or I'll beat you up too."

Looking at the cold, indifferent He Yuzhu, Xu Damao's mother suddenly felt a chill run down her spine. Fearing she would really be beaten, she stopped in her tracks, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, wailing loudly.

"Murder! Sha Zhu is going to kill someone! Go find the army and arrest him!"

He Yuzhu wasn't buying it. He kicked Xu Damao, and when Xu Damao saw his parents and neighbors approaching, he got up from the ground and cried dramatically to his parents:

"Father, Mother, if you had been any later, you would have been collecting your son's body."

Xu Wude quickly said, "Pah, pah, pah, what nonsense are you talking about?"

Then he turned to He Yuzhu and said, "Silly Zhu, why did you hit our Da Mao?"

“Yes, Sha Zhu, if you don’t explain yourself clearly today, I’m going to sue you,” Xu’s mother chimed in.

He Yuzhu chuckled twice, then asked a widely circulated question: "There are over a hundred people in our courtyard, why did I only hit Xu Damao and not anyone else?"

"Have you gone mad?" Xu Wood said irritably.

He Yuzhu turned around and clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute to the neighbors around him, then said, "Fellow neighbors, as you all know, He Daqing ran away with his luggage yesterday morning."

"But if anyone thinks that our He family has no one left and can come and bully us at will, then they are mistaken."

"Although He Daqing is gone, I, He Yuzhu, am still here. If anyone tries to bully us, don't blame me for being impolite. I, He Yuzhu, will recognize you, but my fists won't recognize you."

"Listen up, everyone! If any of your sons bully my sister, today Xu Damao will be their just desserts. They'll be beaten to a pulp."

“You…” Xu Wood was at a loss for words.

Yesterday, after hearing the news that He Daqing had run away, I was actually quite happy. I had been bullied terribly by He Daqing before, but now I've finally turned the tables and started singing my own song.

Xu Damao talked too much about He Yushui last night, and I didn't stop him or care. I didn't expect that He Yuzhu would use his own son as an example to establish his authority this morning.

They've miscalculated.

When He Daqing was around, we could still reason with him. Although we didn't usually gain any advantage, we didn't suffer any losses either.

But today, He Yuzhu did something quite different. Without saying a word, he directly beat up Da Mao.

"What do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean, 'what do you mean,' talking nonsense in front of a 7-year-old girl?"

He Yuzhu pointed at Xu Wude and said, "Everyone knows that your Xu family is full of bad intentions, which is why you raised such a scoundrel as Xu Damao. If he dares to bare his teeth again, I'll break his teeth."

"Don't be so smug, Sha Zhu. We'll see." Xu Wude knew he was in the wrong this time, but he didn't expect Sha Zhu's reaction to be so strong. In his opinion, Sha Zhu hadn't said anything; he was just teasing the little girl.

He Yuzhu suddenly said, "And fellow villagers, before, when you all called me Shazhu, I just laughed it off and didn't hold it against you."

"But starting today, let me make this clear: from now on, either call me He Yuzhu or Zhuzi. If anyone dares to call me Shazhu again, I'll slap them across the face."

After saying that, he ignored the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, turned around, took He Yushui's hand, and went into the house.

Yi Zhonghai was filled with emotion. He Yuzhu used to be such an obedient and good child, but after He Daqing left, his temperament changed drastically, and he became more methodical in his speech and actions.

"Everyone, go home. It's just kids fighting. From now on, just call him Zhu Zi to avoid trouble."

The couple returned to the east wing, leaving the neighbors looking at each other in bewilderment.

Chapter 11 Hwwood: I'm not done with Silly Pillar yet.

He Yuzhu entered the house, and then Xu Damao's older and younger sisters came up to Damao and asked him questions.

As she wiped the dust and tears from her son's face, Xu's mother cursed and greeted He Daqing's family.

Then he told his two daughters to spend less time with Sha Zhu's family in the future.

Xu Damao's older sister, Xu Zhaodi, pouted and didn't want to speak. Sha Zhu was such a bad guy, he even beat his own brother up.

The parties involved in the incident have all left, and the other neighbors have also gone home.

Back home, Xu's mother said angrily, "This is really too much! Sha Zhu has already graduated, and he still beat up our Da Mao. If anything happens to him, I will never forgive him."

Xu Wude was also furious. The previous fights hadn't been this serious. This silly Zhu was taking out all the anger he had accumulated since his father ran away on Da Mao.

Xu Wude said viciously, "You just wait, I will definitely teach him a lesson. Without He Daqing, I will make sure Sha Zhu suffers."

He Yuzhu and Xu Damao have been friends since they were children, and such farces happen from time to time. Everyone is used to it, except that today's fight was a bit more intense.

He Yuzhu took He Yushui to school, then told the teacher that he would eat lunch at school from now on, and paid for the meals for the end of March and April.

It was still early, so I went to the meat stall at the market and bought five pounds of pork. Then I bought some vegetables and sent them all into my space when I passed through a deserted alley.

At that time, food coupons were not yet in use; you could buy anything as long as you had money.

He Yuzhu had already planned to use all his money to buy grain, meat, and cloth while he could still trade freely for the next two years.

As long as you buy a little more each day, little by little, others won't notice anything unusual about you.

In this way, when the era of paper money arrived, I would have enough resources to get through those three difficult years.

It's a pity that all I got was a storage space that I couldn't plant anything in. Although I tried to store living things, they would come out exactly the same no matter what I put in.

Fortunately, with this special space, at least they can ensure that they and the rain can live a good life and not go hungry.

As long as I work hard to improve my cooking skills, I can still live a comfortable life with a modest income in the future.

After all, He Yuzhu still hasn't figured out how to use his space to make money.

He Yuzhu sighed, boarded the No. 344 bus empty-handed, and couldn't think of any way to make money the whole way.

When He Yuzhu got off the bus, he resigned himself to his fate. Improving his cooking skills and leveling up was the most important thing to do right now. Making money could wait.

I glanced at the large clock on the wall; it was only a little past 8:30. There were only a few helpers around, and they were all chatting idly.

Including He Yuzhu who was chopping vegetables, there were three people: Wang Song, who had spoken to him yesterday, and Zhang Yong.

Wang Song's skill level is average; He Yuzhu confirmed yesterday through observation that Wang Song is not as good as him.

Zhang Yong, on the other hand, was much more skilled. He could cut vegetables evenly and neatly, and he could also cut some special fancy shapes.

The three chatted for a few minutes, then went to the tap in the yard to get the vegetables and started chopping them.

Xu Huizhen remained indifferent today, so He Yuzhu ignored her and focused on honing his skills.

If you keep cutting vegetables for 10 minutes, you will gain some knife skills, and after about an hour, you will gain some more general experience.

I worked from 9 am to 5 pm every day. Yesterday, I gained 6 general experience points and 36 knife skills experience points.

I worked all day, and it was still the same when I got off work. It seems that's about all the experience I can gain in a day.

He carried a bunch of celery into the yard and ran into Yan Bugui again.

"Uncle Yan, you're back."

"stupid..."

Yan Bugui smiled and said, "Look, it's my fault... I almost called you 'Silly Zhu' again."

He Yuzhu laughed and said, "Uncle Yan, you're still calling me Shazhu, aren't you?"

"is it?"

Yan Bugui thought about it and realized it was true. He pushed up his glasses and said, "Give me some time, and I'll call you Zhuzi from now on."

"Fine, I can't take my anger out on you, even if I'm angry at others."

He Yuzhu also considered that among the three old men, Yi Zhonghai, the moral paragon, was someone he should stay away from.

Liu Haizhong, who is obsessed with officialdom, usually looks all smiles and like a good person, but when it really matters, he turns ruthless and has no bottom line. He can mess with anyone.

Of course, you should stay away from this kind of person.

Although Yan Bugui is stingy and overly calculating, no one is perfect, and this flaw is not a big deal.

I can't afford to offend all three old men, or I'll have no friends left in the courtyard.

Therefore, He Yuzhu wanted to build a relationship with Yan Bugui. He thought that he could win him over by giving him small favors from time to time and by speaking up for him at crucial moments.

Yan Bugui laughed: "You, Zhuzi, know how to talk."

Then, somewhat smugly, he said, "See, I've corrected it for you, haven't I?"

"Then thank you."

After exchanging greetings, He Yuzhu asked, "Uncle Yan, Yushui will be starting elementary school this fall. Do you have any old first-grade books at home? I'd like to bring them over so Yushui can preview them."

"I didn't expect you to have this idea. I'll look for it later and have my eldest son send it to you."

"Okay, then thank you in advance."

When He Yuzhu returned home, He Yushui was already playing in the room by herself. When she saw her brother come back, she happily ran over and called out to him.

He Yuzhu took out a piece of candy and put it in his mouth, asking, "Was Yushui good today? Was the food at school good?"

"You were so good today,"

He Yushui was initially very happy, but then she looked a little worried: "The school food is just not good. It's not as good as my brother's cooking!"

He Yuzhu could only say, "How about I cook something for you, brother?"

He Yushui nodded in agreement: "Yes, although your cooking isn't as good as Dad's, it's still better than the school's."