Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

Zhang Yu got so into playing that he put all the tables, chairs, cabinets, washbasins, and shelves in the room into his spatial storage.

Look at them, all neatly arranged inside.

I feel a great sense of accomplishment.

In two words, comfortable.

Just then, he felt someone watching him.

My sixth sense is itchy.

Looking back.

Hey. He Yushui is awake.

Her two eyes were fixed on him.

Eyes wide open.

At around one year old, He Yushui was not yet like in the original story, where Sha Zhu starved her for three days and nine meals a day, leaving her skinny and with hair like dry straw.

At that time, she had a chubby, baby-faced appearance.

With those big, innocent eyes, you just want to pinch them.

Zhang Yu chuckled awkwardly.

Put the items you just received from the space back in their original places.

He lay on the bed and brought his big face close to the bed.

He waved to her.

"Rain, you're awake?"

"Call me 'brother' and let me hear it!"

He Yushui seemed to still be thinking about his "magic trick" from earlier. After a moment of stunned silence, he smiled.

"Honey~"

Her voice is so soft and cute.

Zhang Yu wore a smile like that of an aunt.

He secretly vowed that no matter whether He Daqing ran away or not, he would take good care of Da Yushui.

There's no way they'd try to find a partner for a widow.

Dorgon Shennong has already tested the poison for the vast number of sycophants.

As for the original Qin Huairu, whether or not he should try to steal her away depends on his mood.

To B or not to B, that is the question.

He skillfully checked whether He Yushui had wet the bed and fed her some porridge with eggs in it.

Then he carried her out the door.

I'm getting ready to go and see the beasts in the courtyard house.

The infamous No. 95 Nanluoguxiang has now become a gathering place for all sorts of monsters and demons.

An old woman pretending to be deaf and mute.

Moral Celestial Venerable Yi Zhonghai.

Xu Damao is a professional troublemaker.

The Necromancer Jia Zhangshi.

There's also He Daqing, a widow enthusiast.

As for the families of Liu Haizhong, who is obsessed with officialdom, and Yan Bugui, who is shrewd with calculations, they have not yet moved in.

Sha Zhu's family lived in the main house of the central courtyard, a three-room house facing south, plus an east-facing side room, which was the house where the rain was in the original story.

The Yi Zhonghai family lived in the east wing.

The west wing belonged to the Jia family.

Old Jia hasn't been featured on the wall yet.

Like Yi Zhonghai, he currently works as a fitter at Lou's Steel Rolling Mill in Loubancheng.

This is what later became the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

Jia Dongxu is four years older than Sha Zhu, born in 1931, and is currently in junior high school.

The original form of Sha Zhu was still in elementary school.

However, since it's a holiday today, he's staying home with He Yushui.

He usually goes to school, He Daqing goes to work, and He Yushui is taken care of by Yi Zhonghai's wife, an older woman.

"Why don't we let He Daqing find a wife?" Zhang Yu thought to himself, "so he doesn't run off with a widow later."

They saw Zhang Yu come out.

Jia Zhangshi, who was sitting at the door sewing shoe soles, glanced at him with her triangular eyes.

He was muttering something under his breath.

Anyway, it's not a very pleasant word.

Based on the original owner's memories.

Although Old Jia is still alive, Jia Zhangshi is fond of taking advantage of others, and He Daqing is a scoundrel, so the relationship between the two families is just so-so.

Jia Zhangshi is about thirty-six or thirty-seven years old now.

Although it hasn't turned into a round, plump millstone yet, it's already showing signs of becoming plump.

Zhang Yu, however, watched Jia Zhangshi with a leisurely air.

I really want to shout, "Old Jia!"

Since Madam Jia didn't give him a friendly look, he naturally didn't want to get close to her.

He carried the rainwater and strolled towards the backyard.

After a long pause, a voice came from behind me: "...No manners whatsoever."

Zhang Yu shook his head and ignored him.

To the west of the He family's house, near the Jia family's house, there is a passageway leading to the flower trellis in the backyard.

Zucchini plants are climbing all over the trellis.

The west wing of the backyard is Xu Damao's house.

An elderly deaf woman lives in the back room.

The east wing is empty.

Liu Haizhong's family will move in in the future.

"Silly Zhuzi, are you trying to soothe the rain? Come to Grandma's house!"

Zhang Yu stepped into the backyard.

I saw an elderly woman in her sixties sitting in the yard, basking in the sun.

He was sitting on an eight-immortal chair.

They greeted him warmly as soon as they saw him.

Zhang Yu chuckled and walked over.

"May you be blessed, madam."

Then I showed her the rainwater in my arms.

The deaf old woman's face was beaming like a chrysanthemum.

I carefully took it and hugged it, showing it to be a rare treat.

Zhang Yu pondered the old woman's identity.

In the original owner's memories, both Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhangshi had great respect for the deaf old woman.

She seems to be the concubine of some official.

This courtyard house belongs to her.

Later, he donated it and ended up as a recipient of the "Five Guarantees" (a government-provided social welfare program for the elderly, disabled, and orphans).

Based on Zhang Yu's experience reading fanfiction, the old lady's son died fighting the Japanese in his early years, supposedly on the Blue Side.

As for Director Wang of the Subdistrict Office and Director Yang of the Steel Rolling Mill, they are probably related to her. In the original story, the old lady intervened more than once regarding the matters of Sha Zhu and Yi Zhonghai.

Both the Jia and Yi families were her servants.

As for the enemy agents and such, they're probably made up.

Zhang Yu chatted with the old lady for a while, then returned to the Intermediate People's Court.

He saw a horse-faced boy walking towards him with a grin.

"Hey, Sha Zhu, are you babysitting the kids? Call me 'Master Mao' and let me hear it."

The young man was Xu Damao, who was born to be at odds with Sha Zhu, and their relationship was one of love and hate.

"Go to hell with you, you idiot."

Zhang Yu spat at him.

Considering that in the original story, Sha Zhu froze to death in a bridge hole and Xu Damao collected his body, Zhang Yu decided not to hold it against him.

Humph.

He Daqing returned in the evening.

I brought the food that was packed from Fengzeyuan.

The dish is sloppy and white.

The father and son ate together.

Zhang Yu looked at Su Daqiang, oh no, He Daqing, who was swaying across from her while holding He Yushui.

I felt an inexplicable urge to laugh.

It only takes a few steps to go from Daniel Wu to Su Daqiang.

"Father, why don't you find another one?"

He Daqing glanced at him, wanting to slap him, but he was holding Yushui in his arms and his hands were not free.

"You little brat, you're even trying to tell your dad what to do now?"

However, at night, He Daqing tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

I threw on some clothes and went out.

Take the money and go to make offerings to the female bodhisattvas in the Eight Great Hutongs.