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

Hearing the commotion, the neighbors in the courtyard rushed out like cats that had smelled fish.

Sha Zhu rolled awkwardly on the snow, and before he could get up, Uncle Zhang rushed out, followed by Zhang Shuqin, who was crying her eyes out.

"Serves you right for being so foul-mouthed! Serves you right for calling me a tiger girl!" Zhang Shuqin cried as she picked up the broom from the ground and started hitting Sha Zhu without any regard for his feelings.

Sha Zhu, his face bruised and swollen, covered his head with his hands and ran around the yard, crying, "It's a misunderstanding! It's a misunderstanding!"

He Daqing watched from the side, not only failing to stop him, but also slapping his thigh in anger, "You spendthrift! You've disgraced the family!"

Yi Zhonghai rushed over to break up the fight, but was pushed away by Uncle Zhang and almost fell into the snowdrift.

This scene left Xu Damao, Yan Jiecheng, and the others who were watching dumbfounded.

Xu Damao threw down the sunflower seeds he hadn't finished eating and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Good! Well done! This is the real highlight of our courtyard house's New Year celebrations!"

Liu Guangqi watched with great interest, occasionally offering his comments: "That silly Zhu really deserves a beating. And that girl, she's got guts!"

Zhang Dabiao, Qin Jingru, and Mu Wanqing stood at the entrance of the east courtyard, watching Sha Zhu being pinned to the ground and beaten once again, and they couldn't stop laughing.

That's more like it! The whole hospital was amused by Sha Zhu's beating during the New Year. That's what you call dedication—sacrificing his happiness for the happiness of everyone in the hospital.

Wait a minute, isn't this similar to what Yi Zhonghai and his old-age gang were thinking before...?

and--

That's it?

Courtyard War God?

Sha Zhu was still getting beaten, but Xu Damao and the others finally remembered Zhang Dabiao's words from two days ago: "Okay, I'm definitely drinking this wine."

All eyes turned to Zhang Dabiao.

Yan Jiecheng swallowed hard, sidled up to Zhang Dabiao, and asked in a low voice, "Dabiao, tell me the truth... did you really learn any skills from your father? How could you be so accurate?"

Xu Damao stared at Zhang Dabiao with a look of horror and awe. "Dabiao, are you a living god? This idiot Zhu's blind date, it's all up to you to decide his fate!"

Zhang Dabiao quickly explained, "What kind of deity? Don't talk nonsense! I didn't say anything, I don't know anything!"

But those neighbors didn't believe it.

In the eyes of that group, Zhang Dabiao seemed to be shrouded in a mysterious aura. In this turbulent era, what else could be more capable than a "divine calculator" to accurately predict Sha Zhu's tragedy?

While Sha Zhu was still wailing, he realized that these bastards had been guessing whether his blind date would be successful for days, and Zhang Dabiao had already revealed that his blind date had failed.

"You bunch of bastards! You're betting on my blind date? Have you no humanity? No justice?!"

"And Zhang Dabiao! You should have said so sooner!"

"You should have said so earlier!"

Why didn't you say so sooner?

"If you had told me earlier that my blind date was going to fail, I wouldn't have gone on it with Tiger Girl! Aren't you just ruining my life?!"

The words had barely left her mouth when Zhang Shuqin's face darkened again, as she had just been about to stop.

"Dad! Hit him again! Hit him!"

Silly Pillar—[?!]

"Help!"

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Sha Zhu's blind date couldn't be settled anytime soon, so on the morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, He Daqing dusted himself off, picked up his tattered net bag, and went back to Baocheng.

Everyone thought that He Daqing was too ashamed to stay, but who would have thought that the Third Uncle Yan Bugui went to inquire and brought back some shocking news.

He Daqing wasn't kicked out at all! This old bastard ran away from home on purpose because he was angry with Widow Bai!

The Bai family's two children relied entirely on He Daqing's salary to survive. With He Daqing gone, the Bai family wouldn't necessarily run out of food, but they were worried that if He Daqing really left, there would be no one to help them. The two children had only been working as kitchen helpers for a few years; without He Daqing, they were nothing.

The white widow was frantically searching for He Daqing throughout Baocheng, so desperate she was almost ready to hang herself.

He Daqing was carrying those two leftover cornbread buns. He wasn't a destitute refugee; they were leftover food from his journey!

They're deliberately leaving the white widow hanging so they can regain control of the family! This is a brilliant move to undermine her position.

When the people in the courtyard heard the news, they turned to look at Sha Zhu, who was standing in the middle courtyard with bruises under his eyes and an unkempt appearance, and all gave him a thumbs up.

The father and son are even more eccentric than their father; both are fond of widows, but their minds are worlds apart.

The father completely manipulated the widow, while the son was exploited by the widow's family and enjoyed it immensely.

Old ginger is spicier.

Sha Zhu has not only been beaten, but has also become the laughing stock of the entire hospital.

Even when he goes out to empty the chamber pot, Xu Damao teases him. There's a Pigsy's second aunt, a Tiger Girl, and a widow with three children. Which one will you, silly Zhu, choose?

Sha Zhu was so angry that he would beat Xu Damao and Yan Jiecheng every day!

Why attack Yan Jiecheng?

When Xu Damao teased Sha Zhu, Yan Jiecheng chuckled and chimed in, "Yeah, yeah." Xu Damao, that grandson, had long legs and was a projectionist, so he was fast. If they couldn't catch Xu Damao, they would catch Yan Jiecheng and beat him up instead. It was the same thing.

Yan Jiecheng—【I'm innocent!】

[I'm eating Xu Damao's sunflower seeds, how can I not play the straight man!]

[If you, silly Zhu, give me some sunflower seeds, I'll play along!]

I'll flatter whoever gives me sunflower seeds; it's only natural!

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Time flew by, and it was already the eighth day of the Lunar New Year, the first day back to work.

Temperatures plummeted in Beijing, and the biting wind stung people's faces.

Zhang Dabiao didn't care about the weather at all. The workers had started work, but the school hadn't started yet. He hopped on his cool sidecar motorcycle and took the girls out for a ride. Mu Wanqing sat on the back seat, wearing the gray-black down coat Zhang Dabiao had "bought" for her, and her original bright red scarf, hugging Zhang Dabiao.

The color combination was extremely eye-catching in the drab winter, making her already fair cheeks even more beautiful.

He Yushui hugged Qin Jingru and squeezed into the sidecar, the two women chattering and laughing together.

Zhang Dabiao kicked the engine to start it, and the roar echoed through the alley. He then pulled them straight to the Shichahai Ice Rink.

Shichahai was packed with people. Those who were good at skating were showing off their skills on the ice, while those who were bad at skating were falling flat on their faces.

The three girls immediately became the focus of attention upon their arrival. In particular, Mu Wanqing's bright red scarf, coupled with her cool and delicate temperament, attracted the frequent glances of the surrounding boys.

A few minutes later, several street thugs wearing fur hats and looking rather shady gathered around.

These guys love to take pictures of girls at the ice rink.

The lead skater, skating on his skates, circled Mu Wanqing twice and blew a loud, lewd whistle.

"Hey, where did this super hot girl come from?"

"This red scarf is really cool, it suits the men in our alley perfectly."

"Want to go grab a soda with your brothers?"

These people were extremely arrogant, which scared the ordinary people skating nearby, who quickly moved aside for fear of getting into trouble.

Mu Wanqing frowned slightly and hid behind Zhang Dabiao.

He Yushui and Qin Jingru were also a little scared, and they clung tightly to Zhang Dabiao's clothes.

Zhang Dabiao sneered. The few of them had just gotten off the vehicle and hadn't put on their ice skates yet. Zhang Dabiao took off his leather gloves and threw them into the sidecar, preparing to go over and loosen up the bones of these fools.

You dare flirt with my girl? You really don't know how to spell death, do you?

But suddenly a distorted roar came from afar.

"You little brat! Stop it right now!"