Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

After falling into the cesspool, Yan Bugui was in extremely poor mental condition and developed a fever the next day.

Not to mention that on New Year's Eve, I also wanted to help my neighbors write couplets to earn some peanuts and melon seeds.

The Yan family didn't buy any of these New Year's goods, nor did they want to; Yan Bugui had already planned everything out.

As it turned out, plans couldn't keep up with changes, and the scheme failed.

At noon on New Year's Eve, every household was either frying meatballs or chopping meat, filling the yard with delicious aromas.

Yan Bugui suddenly developed a high fever at noon, and Yang Ruihua, who was busy in the kitchen, was so anxious that she jumped up and down.

He rushed out of his house and headed to the Hu family's house next door.

"Old Hu, Old Hu, my husband Lao Yan has a high fever. Can you help me get him to the hospital?"

Old Hu and his family were making dumplings when they heard this, and their expressions turned strange.

Old Hu's son also participated in the cesspool bombing battle yesterday; without Yi Zhonghai, his family would have had to pay a lot of money.

Before Lao Hu could speak, his wife spoke up, her tone a little displeased:

"Oh, please stop joking. Didn't Old Yi from the Intermediate Court pay out 60 yuan yesterday? Our Hu family is in such dire straits, why don't you go find another place to mess with..."

Yang Ruihua became anxious:

"Old Hu, what nonsense are you talking about? My husband, Lao Yan, really has a high fever and is delirious. Hurry up and lend a hand!"

But Old Hu's wife didn't believe it at all, and said dismissively:

"No, we're busy. Let's find someone else."

Having no other option, Yang Ruihua went to Li Jiuzhou's house across the street, only to find the door locked and no one home.

Yang Ruihua went to the Intermediate People's Court again to call for help, but was given various excuses.

It wasn't that they refused to help, it was that they didn't believe...

Finally, having no other choice, Yang Ruihua dragged out her own cart and, with the help of her two sons, laboriously loaded Yan Bugui onto the cart and pushed him to the hospital.

During this process, many neighbors secretly watched and discovered that Yang Ruihua was not lying; Yan Bugui was indeed delirious from the fever.

Now they feel a little guilty, but what's done is done, and there's no point in trying to undo it.

With a complicated expression, he watched as the Yan family's daughter-in-law struggled to push a cart with her child through the dead of winter!

It wasn't that the neighbors in the courtyard were heartless; yesterday, Yan Bugui showed absolutely no mercy and even resorted to threats.

Once bitten, twice shy. Damn it, you, Yang Ruihua, are here again after only one day. Who knows if helping to take Yan Bugui to the hospital will result in being extorted for medicine again?

Won't you feel wronged then?

Spending money is easy, but earning money is hard. It's all hard-earned money, so why should I spend it on you, right?

Sha Zhu is the most contradictory character; he tried to help several times, but He Daqing stopped him each time.

That's just the kind of person he is—clear-cut in his love and hate, and kind at heart. Otherwise, he wouldn't have done so many stupid things in the original series.

But I wouldn't say he's particularly kind.

It's not fair to call him evil; at most, he has some minor, nonsensical flaws.

Sha Zhu saw Yang Ruihua's expression clearly; it didn't seem like he was faking it.

Watching her pull the cart, spread out the quilt, and carry Yan Bugui out on her back, Sha Zhu felt a pang of sadness.

Just as Yang Ruihua was about to pull the cart away, Sha Zhu couldn't hold back any longer and said to He Daqing:

"Dad, I'd better go lend a hand. I won't feel right if I don't go."

He Daqing stopped smoking, opened his mouth, glanced at Sha Zhu, then looked ahead, and smiled helplessly.

"You decide what to do."

"Hehe~" Sha Zhu chuckled and rushed out with his head covered.

Sha Zhu ran very fast and quickly caught up with Yang Ruihua, who was pulling the cart ahead.

"Auntie, let me do it, hurry up, you can push from behind."

Yang Ruihua's eyes reddened, tears streamed down her face, and she said in a trembling voice:

"Pillar, I..."

Sha Zhu interrupted her, picked up the cart, and started walking forward.

"Auntie, don't say anything more, let's get Teacher Yan to the hospital first, don't delay his treatment."

"Okay, okay, let's go to the hospital first." Yang Ruihua knew what was more important and quickly agreed.

Although Yan Bugui was delirious with fever on the cart, he still knew what had happened.

His heart had already turned cold, and not a single neighbor came to help. He felt resentful and also felt like a complete failure as a person.

But things took an unexpected turn. Yesterday, Sha Zhu was the person he hated and wanted to mess with the most, but he ended up helping him out.

Recalling everything that happened yesterday, Yan Bugui suddenly said:

"Success and failure both depend on Xiao He!"

Sha Zhu, with his sharp ears, overheard Yan Bugui's mutterings and immediately launched into a sarcastic remark:

"Teacher Yan, you're still alive! Hahaha!"

Yan Bugui was not angry, and replied weakly:

"Silly Zhu, you're something else, you really are something else! I, Yan Bugui, underestimated you!"

Sha Zhu laughed loudly:

"Hahaha, definitely!"

Actually, there's one very important reason why Sha Zhu would come to help!

Why did Yan Bugui get a fever? He must have fallen into the cesspool. Sha Zhu is partly responsible.

What if Yan Bugui really dies this time? Sha Zhu will live with guilt for the rest of his life.

He did want to get back at Yan Bugui, that's true, but he didn't want him to die.

For the sake of a clear conscience in the future, Sha Zhu must come.

All the way, Sha Zhu kept teasing the weak Yan Bugui, afraid that he would just leave like this.

They rushed to the hospital and were fortunate to have arrived in time. The doctor immediately began to use physical methods to lower Yan Bugui's fever.

Because the fever had reached 40 degrees Celsius, if it wasn't treated soon, it could cause serious problems.

After staying at the hospital for more than two hours, Yan Bugui's temperature came down; he was just a little weak.

The doctor told me to go home and rest and take good care of myself.

The group then pulled Yan Bugui back into the courtyard.

The neighbors breathed a sigh of relief when they learned that Yan Bugui was alright.

God knows how they spent their afternoon, they must have been incredibly conflicted.

Now everything's fine, Yan Bugui is free to do whatever he needs to do.

One family sets off firecrackers, another family sets off firecrackers, celebrating the New Year while also putting their conscience at ease.

With Yan Bugui alright, Yang Ruihua relaxed completely and continued making the dumplings they hadn't finished at noon.

I rushed out a New Year's Eve dinner.

Yan Bugui was feeling a bit better and was able to eat a few bites. After eating a dumpling, he sighed:

"Honey, it's so wonderful to be able to eat this again! You know, I almost saw my great-grandmother when they were cooking it!"

"Alright, that's all in the past, let's eat!"

Yan Bugui ignored him and continued:

"You know, this silly Zhu is quite a character; I'm starting to not understand him at all."

"Why did he insist on joining in when none of the other neighbors were willing to help? Now we owe him a huge favor, how are we going to repay it?"

"This is a life-saving favor!"

Yang Ruihua paused upon hearing this:

"How will you repay it? With your life."

"Honey, I'm not trying to criticize you, but we went a bit too far before. I would have accepted it if Sha Zhu had just stood there and watched the show."

"But they didn't. I saw it all. Sha Zhu tried to help several times, but his father, He Daqing, stopped him."

"We really have to thank them properly for not stopping them."

Yan Bugui nodded solemnly, his voice a little soft:

"Wife, you're right. We should thank him properly... thank his ancestors for eight generations!"

Yan Bugui had long since figured it out; the one who made him fall into the outhouse was definitely Sha Zhu!

If he had such a high fever, even Sha Zhu would probably be terrified.

Yan Bugui already knew about the verbal exchange during their visit to the hospital; Sha Zhu hadn't even bothered to hide it anymore.

Therefore, Yan Bugui's feelings towards Sha Zhu are now complex, containing gratitude as well as other emotions...