Courtyard House: The Entire Clan's Extraordinary Marriage to Triplets, a Celestial Beauty

Half an hour later.

The old ox, panting and groaning, slowly walked out of the steel mill, pulling ten bags of potatoes.

Li Dabiao stared at the stacks of sacks piled high on the oxcart, tightly bound with hemp rope, and couldn't help but fall silent.

Seeing the old ox's utterly devastated expression, he quickly found a secluded grove of trees, reached out, and stored the entire cart of potatoes into his spatial storage.

Seeing the old ox standing there dumbfounded, still wondering "where did the goods go?", Li Dabiao shook his head and prepared to drive the oxcart back to the village.

But he had only taken a couple of steps when he suddenly pulled on the ox rope. He had to go check out the courtyard at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang first! After all, Li Huaide had said that the three rear rooms needed repair. He wanted to see what items were missing so that his clansmen could bring them over when they came, saving him a second trip.

Without hesitation, Li Dabiao drove his oxcart, asking everyone he met for directions, slowly making his way to Nanluoguxiang. The oxcart wasn't going very fast to begin with, and he was also curious about what Beijing looked like in 1959, so he looked left and right and dawdled for a full ten minutes before finally arriving at the gate of No. 95.

He leaned the oxcart against the wall, tied the rope to the hitching post, dusted off his hands, and stepped into the courtyard.

To his slight surprise, the courtyard was quiet, and he didn't even see Yan Laokou, who was known for his love of salty food and his stinginess.

However, he didn't take it to heart. He was just there to look at the apartment, so it didn't matter whether there were other people around or not.

But when his gaze fell upon the three rear-facing rooms, Li Dabiao couldn't help but curse, "That Li Huaide bastard, he really has no martial ethics!"

This is hardly something that "needs repair." It's clear that even the windows and doors are gone, the walls are so mottled that they crumble at the touch, and it looks like it's been abandoned for eight hundred years. When the wind blows, the plaster falls off in a flurry.

No wonder that old guy didn't even give him the keys; he just dumped the mess on him!

He stepped into the house, and a smell of mustiness, sourness, and dust immediately hit him, making him cover his nose and cough violently, taking two steps back.

"Holy crap! Is this a place for humans to live? It's even more dilapidated than the abandoned cowshed in our village!"

Li Dabiao cursed as he left the back room, pondering how to renovate the three dilapidated rooms to make them habitable, when suddenly a pig-like voice rang out beside him.

"Thief! Thief! A thief has broken into our courtyard! You little beast, don't run! You dare steal from our No. 95 courtyard? I'll tear your mouth apart!"

Li Dabiao was startled. He turned his head and saw a nearly 200-pound fat woman rushing towards him with her hands on her hips. Could someone really eat like this in this day and age? It seemed absurd!

"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Fatty, don't talk nonsense! I'm not a thief, what business is it of yours if I'm just looking at my house? Didn't anyone tell you your mouth stinks?"

Upon hearing this, the fat woman flew into a rage, her face turning as red as a pig's liver: "You little beast, how dare you insult me? How dare you call me fat woman? I'll scratch you to death, you shameless little thief!"

As he spoke, he brandished his two claws and started scratching at Li Dabiao's face.

Upon seeing the familiar moves and scrutinizing the fat woman's face, Li Dabiao was stunned. Holy crap! Wasn't this the "necromancer" Jia Zhangshi? How come she's even fatter than in the original series? Damn, to be able to eat like this in this era, the entire courtyard must have donated a lot to the Jia family, right?

He quickly dodged to the side. Although he had a physical enhancement, it only strengthened his original weak body to the level of an ordinary adult male, at most slightly stronger.

Before us lies Jia Zhangshi's "Nine Yin White Bone Claw" and "Wild Boar Charge," weighing two hundred jin. Even Tyson would be intimidated by it.

Li Dabiao nimbly dodged, and then kicked Jia Zhangshi's large millstone. The force of gravity sent Jia Zhangshi sprawling face-first into the mud.

Lying on the ground, she had never been so humiliated. She immediately activated her "Summoning the Dead" spell: "Old Jia! Come quick! This little beast is bullying me! Help! Where is everyone? Help! This thief is killing someone!"

Li Dabiao was watching the show with his arms crossed, thoroughly enjoying himself, when a stern voice suddenly came from behind him: "What's going on? What are you all arguing about here?"

He turned around and his eyes lit up instantly. The people who came were none other than "Moral Celestial Venerable" Yi Zhonghai and "Courtyard War God" He Yuzhu.

Both of them looked very grim, staring at him with an air of accusation.

Jia Zhangshi stopped pretending and struggled to her feet. Grabbing Yi Zhonghai's arm, she wailed, "Old Yi, you have to avenge me! I caught this thief stealing, and he even hit me! Arrest him and take him to the police station to be executed!"

Yi Zhonghai knew Jia Zhangshi well, but seeing her shameless behavior, he felt helpless. He then turned to Li Dabiao with an unfriendly expression and said, "Tell me, what happened? Why did you attack the residents of our compound? What are you doing here?"

Li Dabiao was furious at his arrogant attitude. He glared at him and didn't say a word. Yi Zhonghai really thought he was something special. What a piece of trash!

Upon seeing this, He Yuzhu immediately exploded: "Hey, you bastard! What are you doing? I'm talking to you, what are you pretending to be!" He cursed as he pushed Li Dabiao's chest.

The force was so great that it almost made Li Dabiao stumble and fall to the ground.

He instantly realized that this guy was really strong. If his combat power was 8000, then this silly pillar's combat power was at least 13000. He was probably no match for him. Moreover, he had never practiced boxing or kicking. He would definitely suffer if he went head-to-head with the silly pillar's wild punches.

Seeing that he didn't fight back, Sha Zhu thought he had backed down and pushed him twice more.

Li Dabiao was so frustrated that he wanted to pull out his old-fashioned rifle and shove it in his face right then and there.

Only then did he suddenly realize that the gun was still tucked under the oxcart plank!

Just then, Yi Zhonghai spoke up and shouted, "Enough! Tell me, what are you doing in our yard? Why did you start hitting someone?"

Li Dabiao glared at the three men and sneered, "Fine, very well! So you're ganging up on me, huh? I just came to look at the houses in our village, and this old woman started cursing and hitting me. I fought back and called it self-defense! And you, you pushed me four times and called me a bastard. I'll remember this. We'll settle this tomorrow!"

After saying that, he turned and walked out of the courtyard. Just as he reached the door, his wrist was grabbed.

Yi Zhonghai gripped him tightly and said in a deep voice, "Who said you could leave? Don't even think about stepping out of this door until you've explained yourself clearly!"

Although Li Dabiao was a corporate slave in his previous life, he had never been treated like this before. He stared at Yi Zhonghai and asked, "What do you want me to say?"

"What are you doing in our yard? Why did you hit someone?" Yi Zhonghai asked again, his face growing increasingly grim.

Li Dabiao was so angry that his chest felt like it was being pumped by a bellows. "How can I, a transmigrator, put up with this humiliation?"

"I'll say it one last time: First, I came to check out the houses in our village; second, I didn't hit anyone first. This old woman insulted and hit me first, so I acted in self-defense!"

Yi Zhonghai frowned: "You say this is a house in your village? What proof do you have? I'm the eldest son of this family, and if you don't cooperate, I'll have someone take you to the police station!"

Li Dabiao, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, fine! I'll get you the evidence! Let go of me, the evidence's on my oxcart!"

Yi Zhonghai wasn't worried about him running away. He gave Sha Zhu a wink, and the three of them followed Li Dabiao outside.

Jia Zhangshi cursed from the side, "What evidence could he possibly have! He's a little beast, just putting on an act. He's obviously a poor wretch who toils in the fields. We'll send him to the police station and execute him later!"

Li Dabiao remained outwardly calm upon hearing this, but inwardly he was already making plans.

He ignored Sha Zhu, who was following five or six steps behind him, and walked quickly to the oxcart. Looking at the three men in front of him, he said coldly, "You want evidence, right?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he reached under the car and pulled out an old, worn-out pistol. With a "click," a bullet was chambered, and the muzzle was pressed directly against He Yuzhu's face.

This startled the three of them. Jia Zhangshi screamed "Oh my god!" and turned to run into the yard.

Yi Zhonghai stared at the dark muzzle of the gun, completely bewildered. He tried to remain calm, but his voice trembled as he said, "Comrade, don't do this, it doesn't have to be like this..."

Li Dabiao glanced at the pale-faced Yi Zhonghai and the seemingly composed Sha Zhu, and sneered, "Very well, I've memorized your No. 95 courtyard house. This is the first time I've come to see the house, and you've already given me such a 'deep impression'? Fine, we'll play around with this later. Didn't you want to see the certificate?"

He held the gun in one hand and took out the note written by Li Huaide from his pocket with the other, handing it to Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai glanced at it only once before immediately putting on a smile: "It's a misunderstanding, all a misunderstanding!"

A flicker of fear crossed Sha Zhu's face, and he gritted his teeth, cursing, "You bastard, you'll use a gun on your grandpa Sha Zhu? If I'm afraid, I'm a coward! Come on, go ahead and shoot! Shoot!"

Li Dabiao was too lazy to waste words with the idiot, so he suddenly turned his gun around and smashed the butt of the gun down on the arrogant Sha Zhu's face.

With a "thud," Sha Zhu screamed and collapsed, clutching his nose.

He ignored the wailing Sha Zhu and the ashen-faced Yi Zhonghai, jumped onto the oxcart, pointed his gun at the two men, and drove the old ox away.

As they brushed past each other, he glanced at Sha Zhu's resentful face and immediately cursed, "You little bastard, you've got guts, huh? Keep being so tough, buddy, we'll see!"

After Li Dabiao left, Yi Zhonghai quickly knelt down to help Sha Zhu up: "Zhu Zi, are you alright?"

Sha Zhu was furious. He had gotten into this trouble simply because he was helping an old man, and he felt incredibly aggrieved.

Yi Zhonghai noticed his anger and reassured him earnestly, "Zhuzi, don't be angry. I think that cop was real. Since he's going to move into the compound, we have plenty of ways to deal with him. Don't worry, your uncle will definitely help you teach that kid a lesson!"