Courtyard House: Ten-year-old Master Zhu reorganizes the entire courtyard

New Year's Eve.

The sound of firecrackers was sporadic.

The noise was much less than in previous years. The value of the legal tender in people's hands has depreciated drastically, making it difficult to even buy rice. Who would be willing to burn money for a little noise?

No. 95, Nanluoguxiang.

The big red lanterns were hung up, adding a touch of red to the drab courtyard.

The He family.

The table was laden with dishes.

He Daqing personally took charge of the cooking. The braised pork was stewed until very tender, the four-happiness meatballs were all large, and a braised carp lay in the middle.

Chen Lanxiang poured a glass of wine for everyone.

He Yushui was wearing a newly made cotton-padded jacket, with two pigtails, holding chopsticks in her hand, her eyes fixed on the plate of meat, her mouth watering.

"Start eating! Everyone, start eating!"

He Daqing held up his wine glass, his face flushed red.

Let things be chaotic outside, we just need to have a good year!

He Yuzhu picked up his cup and took a sip.

hot.

The heat went down my throat, and only then did I feel a little warm.

This year has not been easy.

After the war, the country was taken over, and after that came student unrest. The He family struggled to survive, managing to escape unscathed.

Moreover, he has become much stronger.

On the system panel, the numbers in the "Family Assets" section are steadily increasing.

More importantly, people are united.

"Zhu Zi, what are you spacing out for?"

Chen Lanxiang picked up a piece of meat and put it into her son's bowl.

"Eat more, it's the time when you're growing."

"It's alright, Mother."

He Yuzhu smiled and buried his head in his food.

……

After the meal, people in the courtyard started visiting each other's homes.

They all squeezed into the deaf old lady's room.

The old lady sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), wearing a dark red satin jacket, and looked quite energetic.

Yi Zhonghai led an older woman in, carrying two boxes of pastries.

"Grandma! Happy New Year!"

Yi Zhonghai smiled broadly and bowed deeply.

"Okay, okay."

The deaf old lady nodded.

"China Overseas, this year must have been exhausting, right?"

"Of course, of course."

Next were Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui.

Even Yan Bugui, who is usually the stingiest, surprisingly grabbed a handful of peanuts and melon seeds today.

Jia Zhangshi also arrived.

His face was droopy, and he looked gloomy.

"Grandma, look at our family's situation, we can't even afford to eat..."

As soon as she entered the door, Jia Zhangshi began to complain about being poor.

The old deaf woman's smile vanished, and she slammed her cane on the ground.

"Can't you say something auspicious during the Lunar New Year?"

Startled by the knock, Jia Zhangshi swallowed back what she was about to say and stood awkwardly at the base of the wall.

He Yuzhu helped He Daqing into the house last.

"Grandma! I kowtow to you!"

He Daqing really hit his head, his forehead slamming into the ground with a loud thud.

The deaf old lady quickly asked He Yuzhu to help the person up.

"Great Qing Dynasty, you are blessed."

The old lady stared at He Yuzhu, her cloudy eyes suddenly brightening.

"With this son, the He family will prosper."

Yi Zhonghai listened from the side, twirling his teacup in his hand.

He looked at He Yuzhu.

The ten-year-old boy stood there, neither humble nor arrogant. His composure made the boy feel uneasy.

It seems like this kid was behind everything that happened in the hospital this year.

Yi Zhonghai's sense of crisis grew stronger and stronger.

……

late at night.

Staying up all night on New Year's Eve.

The courtyard fell silent.

He Yuzhu, wearing a coat, strolled to the entrance of the alley.

The location of the dead mail box.

He pried out the loose blue brick. Inside lay a small wax ball.

crumb.

Unfold the note.

The handwriting is messy and written in a hurry.

There are only eight characters.

Cherish peace, prepare for war and famine.

The signature is a special symbol.

Shopkeeper.

He Yuzhu stuffed the note into his mouth, chewed it, and swallowed it.

Preparing for war.

These two words weighed heavily on my heart.

Newspapers were still calling for peace, and negotiating tables were still clinking glasses. But those with a keen sense of smell could already detect the stench of blood.

Even during the Spring Festival, the aroma lingered.

In the distance, someone set off a firecracker.

boom!

A loud explosion.

The noise made the dogs in the alley bark incessantly.

He Yuzhu looked up at the sky. It was pitch black.

The flash of fire illuminated his prematurely mature face.

The system interface popped up silently.

Volume 3 Progress: 50%

[Warning: The wheels of history are about to accelerate.]

[Predicted next stage of conflict: full-scale outbreak.]

He Yuzhu tightened the collar of his coat.

got windy.

This is probably the last period of peace in this area.

Whether it's for the country or for this small courtyard house.

Great chaos is about to break out.