I painted an aircraft carrier on the courtyard house for Dongda University.

Train journeys in those days were anything but comfortable. Luckily, the school had booked him a hard sleeper ticket, which relieved him. He heard the conductor calling out as he walked, "Next stop: Beijing. We'll be there in an hour. Those getting off, please prepare!"

He couldn't help but sigh, "The flight attendants of this era are so simple and honest, they don't even sell 'beer, drinks, or eight-treasure porridge'?"

He got up and slung his backpack over his shoulder, which contained only a few clothes. He was secretly relieved that the storage and retrieval function of his personal space was still working; otherwise, carrying so much money on him would have felt a bit dangerous.

Zhou Weiguo got up to go to the restroom, but after waiting for a while, he realized the people inside were surprisingly long enough to squat for extended periods. Finally, a man in a police uniform emerged. The moment he recognized the man, Zhou Weiguo blurted out, "Holy crap, Bai Baoshan?"

The officer opposite him looked bewildered: "What did you say?"

Zhou Weiguo hurriedly waved his hand: "It's nothing, it's nothing, I mistook you for someone else, comrade."

In that moment of hesitation, an older woman carrying a large object squeezed into the restroom from behind the officer who appeared to be surnamed Bai.

Zhou Weiguo immediately flew into a rage: "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? Line up! Your eyesight is terrible in broad daylight, how dare you cut in line?"

There was no response from the restroom; it was eerily quiet. Since he wasn't in a hurry, Zhou Weiguo lit a cigarette, intending to wait for the woman to come out and give her a good talking to.

At that moment, the tranquility of the carriage was shattered by hurried footsteps and shouts: "Wake up, comrades! Has anyone seen a two-year-old girl? Someone has abandoned her!"

Train crew and police officers ran back and forth between the carriages searching.

Zhou Weiguo got so caught up in the excitement that he forgot all about going to the toilet.

After a while, he suddenly realized something was wrong: This auntie is taking way too long in the toilet! Is she constipated? But she can squat for so long!

Looking at the busy flight attendants and police officers around him, he suddenly had a jolt, as if he had thought of something! Instantly, his blood rushed to his head, and his face turned bright red.

Upon seeing a passerby who appeared to be a police officer surnamed Bai, he quickly covered the name he almost shouted, waved for the officer to come over, then put his index finger to his lips to signal quiet, and pointed to the toilet, mimicking the action of holding a child.

Fortunately, the woman reacted quickly and immediately called for backup. Several officers drew their pistols and aimed them at the bathroom, one of them using a key to open the door. The sight before them was horrifying: the woman was shoving the child out of the bathroom window! Hearing the door open, she turned in horror to look at the doorway.

"Don't move! Put the child down immediately, or we'll shoot!"

Zhou Weiguo watched this scene, his heart trembling. He frantically called out to the system in his mind, "Come help me, you're supposed to be full of positive energy, if you don't come out soon I'll curse you out!" But it was all to no avail.

The woman quickly regained her composure. Seeing that she was surrounded, she took the child back. She pulled a small porcelain bottle from her pocket, pried open the seal with her thumb, and held it to the little girl's mouth, threatening, "Don't come any closer! Or I'll pour this whole bottle of arsenic into this little slut's mouth!"

The carriage fell silent instantly, and even some of the police officers lowered their guns, afraid of provoking the human traffickers.

Zhou Weiguo watched in horror as a few drops of liquid dripped from the bottle's mouth, his scalp tingling with fear. He frantically chanted in his mind, "Retrieve, retrieve, retrieve!" Fortunately, his system space had an ability that allowed him to store or retrieve anything he could see within ten meters at any time.

Because the woman was too nervous and her movements were too large, about 10 drops of poison were collected into Zhou Weiguo's spatial storage.

The trafficker continued shouting, "Stop the car! Or I'll kill this girl right now!"

Just then, a man rushed out from another carriage, shouting as he ran, "You damned beast! How dare you kidnap your Uncle He's daughter! I'll fight you to the death today!"

Seeing the other person's face stunned Zhou Weiguo. He Daqing? When did he have a daughter again? Did his older sister not die and have given birth to his child? For a moment, his mind was in a mess, but his instincts told him that he had to save his eldest niece first!

Without thinking, Zhou Weiguo instinctively shoved all 10 drops of arsenic from his previous income space into the trafficker's mouth. The woman clicked her tongue unconsciously and continued her threats.

He Daqing was held back by the police officers, and he cursed and hit the air.

Soon, Zhou Weiguo was pushed to the side by the police officers. A stalemate ensued in the carriage. After an unknown amount of time, a woman's scream came from the toilet, and Officer Bai rushed in.

What followed was a chaotic scene of chickens and dogs running amok.

Seeing the child being carried out by the police officers, He Daqing quickly stepped forward to take the child.

Zhou Weiguo hurriedly stepped forward: "He Daqing, this is Zhou Weiguo. Where is my sister? Is this your third child?"

He Daqing looked blank for a moment before he finally reacted: "My name is He Dahong. I have a long-lost younger brother named He Daqing. Do you know him?"

Zhou Weiguo was completely dumbfounded and blurted out, "Do you know Grandpa Guan and Cai Quanwu?"

"Huh? I actually have a cousin surnamed Guan, and a younger cousin named Cai Quanwu! You know them both?" He Dahong looked at him with a surprised expression.

Zhou Wei's actions caused a huge uproar in China. Wasn't this supposed to be a world of traditional courtyard houses? How did it become a composite world of movies and TV shows? He had read countless novels about traditional courtyard houses, but he hadn't even finished watching the TV series before he was transported here. Not to mention, Grandpa Guan and Cai Quanwu were characters he had seen in other novels about traditional courtyard houses...

Zhou Weiguo, who was full of questions, wanted to continue to ask He Dahong for clarification.

Who would have thought that at that moment several police officers arrived and took He Dahong away.

By the time Zhou Weiguo came to his senses, the other person had already gone far away.

Just then, the train attendant's voice rang out: "We've arrived in Beijing. Those who need to get off, please do so now!"

As Zhou Weiguo walked out of the train station, he was filled with emotion upon seeing the scene of Beijing. Following the flow of people out of the station, he noticed a few scattered rickshaws outside, and his eyes lit up.

He strode forward, picked out the sturdiest-looking rickshaw, and asked, "Sir, how much to 95 Nanluoguxiang?"

The rickshaw driver wiped the sweat from his brow, grinned, revealing a few yellowed teeth: "Sir, I can tell you're new to Beijing, right? Rickshaws in Beijing cost 40 cents a ride these days. Of course, if you're going a long distance, you'll have to pay a little extra."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Weiguo nodded and sat down, casually taking out fifty cents from his pocket and handing it over: "Master, consider this extra as payment for the tea. Please hurry up."

"Alright! Sir, you can sit tight now."

When the car stopped at the entrance of No. 95 Nanluoguxiang, Zhou Weiguo looked at the mottled red-lacquered door, took a deep breath, and slowly got out of the car.

Just as he was about to enter, he saw a thin man with a pointed mouth and monkey-like face standing in front of the door, looking at Zhou Weiguo with a scrutinizing expression.

Zhou Weiguo was stunned: Good heavens, could this be the legendary Yan Fugui who would taste the saltiness of the manure cart as it passed by?

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