Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

The next morning around 7 a.m., Zhang Dabiao was awakened by a series of urgent kicking sounds at the door.

January 29, 1960, the second day of the Lunar New Year in the 60th year of the Chinese calendar.

Suitable activities: getting married, visiting relatives and friends, buying clothes, offering sacrifices, coming-of-age ceremony, making nets, adopting children, paving roads;

Taboo activities: weddings, prayers, burials, funeral processions, well digging, and consecration ceremonies.

There was nothing particularly special about the almanac. Zhang Dabiao rubbed his hair oil and thought for a moment—

Then let's go get a scrub.

"Idiot Biao! You come out here!"

"I'm going to fight you to the death!"

"I'm going to fight you to the death too!"

"You idiot! Get out here! If you're a man, get out here right now!"

"Is there no one in the bed? Did they go out? The window is broken, you can see through it."

"Where could he have gone so early in the morning? My third uncle said he didn't go out at all, and the door was bolted from the inside; he must still be hiding at home!"

Zhang Dabiao, still asleep in his "little nest," groggily got up and opened the door—

He forgot, the door wouldn't open. He looked through the electronic peephole and saw a bunch of figures blocking the doorway and windows, like a zombie apocalypse.

There was a hole in the window glass. I slept so soundly last night that I didn't hear a thing. It wasn't just the wooden door that was in the way, but also the security door inside my "little nest".

"Shut up, you bastard! It's the second day of the Lunar New Year, and you won't let people sleep? Are you out of your mind?"

Zhang Dabiao muttered a few words, quickly put on his tattered cotton-padded coat, and while no one was around the broken glass outside, he flashed out again.

Then he lifted the quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) and pretended to have just gotten up.

"Wait a minute, you're making a funeral noise!"

He rubbed the sleep from the corner of his eye, lit a cigarette, adjusted his loose cotton trousers, and went to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, everyone rushed inside, but Zhang Dabiao wouldn't let them. He used the door bolt to push them out.

"Get out! Get out! What are you doing so early in the morning?!"

Xu Damao and Liu Guangqi were knocked off balance and landed hard on their bottoms in the snow, while Yan Jiecheng and the others stood by, sleeves tucked in, laughing foolishly.

Zhang Dabiao slammed the door latch on the ground, held a cigarette between two fingers, and stylishly exhaled a smoke ring.

"What are you doing? Are you sick in the head?"

His physique is tough enough to withstand a beating, a typical fat-covered muscle, and he could easily take on even a dummy like Shu. It's just that he's too young and shorter than them, so he's not very convincing.

Of course, he doesn't have any fighting skills; all he can do is withstand Sha Zhu's beatings.

He had just transmigrated yesterday and was cursing all the birds. When Sha Zhu attacked him, he ran away. It's not that he lacked backbone.

Instead, a huge group of people are rushing towards you. If you don't run, are you just going to stand there and get beaten up?

Isn't that stupid?

Moreover, he had never been in a fight before, and he was genuinely intimidated by so many people rushing towards him with bloodshot eyes; he simply couldn't win.

This is called a strategic retreat!

Now that I've rested well, figured out the original owner's memories, and adapted to this body, I have nothing to fear.

Besides, Sha Zhu didn't come; he was leaning against his own door frame watching the show.

As long as he didn't join in the beating, Zhang Dabiao believed he could easily defeat Xu Damao and Liu Guangqi, not to mention he was carrying the door bolt.

As for the broken glass in the window at home?

He didn't take it seriously at all; he wasn't sleeping on the kang (heated brick bed).

"You idiot! You owe me Lou Xiao'e! You owe me your wife!"

Xu Damao stood up and charged at Zhang Dabiao with his fist raised.

许大茂今年21岁（原剧中66年自称28岁）身高181，而张大彪16岁身高170，他要打张大彪，这不就是欺负小孩子嘛。

But Zhang Dabiao went straight to the point—

They pinched his cheeks, making his mouth look like an "8".

"So what I said yesterday was a waste of time, huh? Here's a chance for you to rephrase your words."

Xu Damao was surprised that Zhang Dabiao would take the initiative to attack, and with such great strength. He then remembered Zhang Dabiao's words about "Silly Biao" yesterday, and the fact that his mind had recovered.

Without his mustache, Xu Damao is not in his complete form and is even more cowardly.

He quickly pleaded, "Da Biao, Biaozi, let go! It hurts!"

How could it not hurt? A slap, like iron pliers, gripped both cheeks, and the teeth even tore through the mucous membrane inside the mouth!

That's no less than a slap across the face!

It's more damaging and insulting than a slap in the face!

Because pinching your mouth is to stop you from continuing to curse, it's not like slapping you. If you want to complain, you won't even know what crime to accuse them of.

Zhang Dabiao pushed Xu Damao, sending him sprawling to the ground where he landed on his backside.

Just as Liu Guangqi was about to join the fray, he deftly braced his heels on the ground, spun around 180 degrees, and walked backwards, waving his hand dismissively and saying, "You guys go first, one by one, I'll wait in line."

What the hell?! I have to wait in line?! Revenge requires waiting in line?!

The two younger brothers, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, scratched their heads, turned around, sat down on the railing of the veranda, and gestured to Zhang Dabiao and Xu Damao to invite them.

……

Xu Damao glanced back and saw that Yan Jiecheng's grandson was hiding to the side, chuckling to himself. He was the only one from their family; Yan Jiefang and Yan Jiekuang had stayed at home and hadn't come out.

Sha Zhu, standing at his own doorway, gestured with his chin: "Xu Damao, go for it, don't be a coward."

Meanwhile, the young men in the front and back yards, including Hu Zi, Da Tou, and Liu Gen, huddled around the moon gate or the main hall, watching. With nothing else to do during the New Year, they naturally came out to join in the fun when they heard that someone was going to beat up Zhang Da Biao to get revenge.

The Jia family members were all up. Jia Dongxu carried a stool to the door to watch the show. He was naturally happy to see someone beat up Zhang Dabiao.

With nothing to do during the Lunar New Year, I figured I might as well just idle around.

The adults naturally didn't intervene. When the young people in the courtyard got into fights, as long as Sha Zhu didn't get involved, things usually didn't go too far. Besides, if they stepped in to protect Zhang Dabiao at this juncture, it would be going against the elders, and they naturally knew how to choose.

With so many people watching, Xu Damao couldn't lose face, so he gritted his teeth and charged forward again!

I'm a 21-year-old, 181cm tall, projectionist apprentice at a steel mill, and I can't even beat Zhang Dabiao, a 16-year-old, 170cm tall idiot who's still in third grade.

That's impossible!

Xu Damao "bravely" launched an attack!

Zhang Dabiao also picked up the door bolt in his hand.

but--

"etc!"

A hand blocked the two of them.

Is someone trying to break up the fight?

Zhang Dabiao, Xu Damao — [?]

Yan Jiecheng approached with a grin, explaining as he reached out and removed Zhang Dabiao's clothes—

The cigarette in his mouth?

"Da Biao, look, if a fight breaks out later, your cigarette will fall."

"Let's not waste it, let me keep it running so it doesn't stall, okay?"

The entire hospital fell silent.

Is God's fucking continuing?

What the hell is this to prevent the engine from stalling?!

Yan Jiecheng didn't care about Zhang Dabiao's saliva on the cigarette butt; he just started smoking it!

By the time the fight is over, let alone extinguish it, he'll have already drained it all, okay?!

Everyone was speechless. Were they going to fight?

You came over here to steal a cigarette?

As expected, it's still you, Yan Jiecheng!

Whether Yan Jiecheng fights or seeks revenge is irrelevant; taking advantage is his top priority!

However, some sharp-eyed people only realized it at this moment: "Holy crap?!"

"A filter tip!"

"Where? Where?"

"Yan Jiecheng is smoking a cigarette with a filter!"

"Don't run away, you little bastard! Give me a bite!"

Then the scene took a turn for the worse... Yan Jiecheng was being chased around in the courtyard by a group of young people.

This is like other classmates are still playing Tetris on a handheld console, and you suddenly pull out a PSP—

A royal flush!

They all rushed off in a swarm...

Although Zhang Dabiao once shared a single cigarette with his entire dorm during college, and they were broke by the end of the month, but now...

So many people have only half a cigarette?

How much saliva would that take?

How disgusting!

In the end, only Zhang Dabiao and Xu Damao were left standing there, holding the door latch, looking completely bewildered. Even Liu Guangqi and his two brothers had run away.

Sha Zhu just licked his lips and didn't move.

Jia Dongxu was the oldest of the third generation in the courtyard, and he couldn't bring himself to do it. Besides, his Jia family and the Zhang family had already "never associated with each other again," so it would be too undignified for him to try and steal it. Therefore, he could only continue to sit on the small stool and watch the show.

"They're fighting! Be serious!" Xu Damao shouted anxiously. The audience was all gone, what was the point of their fight?

"Are we still going to fight or not?" Zhang Dabiao scratched his head. He wanted to go out early and get a scrub at the bathhouse because his body was too oily and itchy.

"Hit me! But first tell me where you got that filter cigarette? You little brat, do you even know how to smoke? Take it out and let your older brother Mao taste it for you."

Xu Damao's eyes darted around, and he was already thinking of tricking Zhang Dabiao out of cigarettes again.

I've heard of filter tips, but I've never seen one!

If you took a bag of these out, you'd be incredibly proud!

"Special supply, no need for your appraisal, I know its quality." Zhang Dabiao rolled his eyes. What a clear and stupid trick! Do you really think I'm stupid?

"Impossible! How could your family possibly have specially supplied cigarettes?"