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

He Yuzhu returned to the dilapidated temple.

It was still dark.

Neither He Daqing nor Chen Lanxiang slept.

"Zhu Zi." He Daqing saw him and stood up.

"I'm back." He Yuzhu put forty silver dollars on the ground. "I got the money."

He Daqing looked at the money but didn't say anything.

Chen Lanxiang asked, "Was everything alright on the way?"

"It's nothing," He Yuzhu shook his head. He didn't want them to worry.

He sat down and explained his plan.

"I need to go into town."

"No way!" He Daqing immediately exploded. "Absolutely not! They're after you everywhere in the city! Going back would be suicide!"

"Father, my sister's illness needs to be treated more carefully. Aspirin can only reduce the fever, it can't cure the root cause." He Yuzhu looked at He Yushui in Chen Lanxiang's arms. "I need to go find Doctor Lin and get some more medicine. Also, we need to know what the situation is like in the city now before we can decide where to go next."

"I'll go!" He Daqing said. "Tell me the address, I'll go!"

"You can't go," He Yuzhu shook his head. "You're too conspicuous. Besides, Dr. Lin only recognizes me. Dad, don't worry, I have a way."

"What can you do? You're only ten years old!" He Daqing said anxiously, his voice loud.

He Yushui was woken up and started crying.

"He Daqing!" Chen Lanxiang spoke. Her voice was weak, but firm. "What are you shouting for? Trying to summon the wolves?"

He Daqing fell silent.

Chen Lanxiang looked at He Yuzhu. "Zhuzi, your mother believes in you. Doctor Lin is a benefactor to our family; she wouldn't harm you. Go and ask Doctor Lin if she can give us some guidance."

She understood things better than He Daqing.

The son is now in charge of this family.

He Daqing squatted on the ground, holding his head.

He Yuzhu walked over and patted him on the shoulder. "Dad, I'm leaving the family to you."

He left behind thirty large pieces of bread and most of the grain.

He only brought ten yuan with him, which he kept in the innermost compartment.

Then, he began to pretend.

He found some soot from the bottom of a pot and smeared it on his face and hands.

They tore even bigger holes in the already tattered cotton-padded jacket, revealing the tattered cotton wadding inside.

He looked at his reflection in the puddle.

A dark-skinned, thin, and malnourished little beggar.

No one would associate him with the "murderer who killed the Imperial Army".

"I'm leaving."

He didn't say anything more, turned around and disappeared into the darkness before dawn.

He didn't take the main road.

Having lived in Beijing for decades in his previous life, he had a clear impression of the terrain in this area.

With his enhanced perception from the system, he can find the most hidden paths.

He crossed fields, waded through frozen streams, and climbed over an abandoned brick kiln.

Around noon, he arrived at the foot of the Beiping city wall.

He did not go through Deshengmen.

He recalled that near Xizhimen, there was a section of the city wall that had fallen into disrepair over the years, with a gap in it. Below that was the sewage channel of the moat.

In winter, the waterways dried up.

He found that place.

The gap was quite high, but there was an old, crooked tree next to it.

He climbed the tree, followed the branches, and jumped onto the gap.

Then slide down the wall.

He went into the city.

The city was more desolate than he had imagined.

There weren't many pedestrians on the street, and those who were there looked pale and hurried along.

There were significantly more fake police officers and Japanese soldiers patrolling. They were in groups of three or five, carrying guns, with fierce eyes.

He Yuzhu walked with his head down and neck hunched, close to the wall.

He looked like a real beggar.

Nobody gave him a second glance.

He crossed several main streets without incident and headed towards Dongtangzi Hutong.

He slowed his pace when he was about 100 meters from the alley entrance.

He hid behind a vendor selling candied hawthorns and observed.

The sign for "Jisheng Clinic" is still there.

But the atmosphere was off.

It's too quiet.

He saw two men squatting across from the clinic, at the alley where he had killed the detectives last time.

He was dressed in a plain short jacket, looking like a laborer waiting for work.

But they don't solicit business.

They squatted there, smoking, their eyes glancing occasionally toward the clinic door.

His eyes were very wary.

Surveillance.

He Yuzhu's heart sank.

Lin Wanqiu has been targeted.

He can't just go there.

He stepped back and went around to another alley.

He remembered that the clinic had a back door that led to a narrower back alley.

He wandered around and finally found the back alley.

The back alley was piled with garbage, and there was a sour, foul smell.

The clinic's back door was black and tightly closed.

There was a small peephole in the door.

He Yu-zhu dared not approach.

He didn't know if there was a pair of eyes behind the peephole.

He hid behind a broken wooden box and waited.

I waited for about half an hour.

An elderly woman, a resident from the neighborhood, carried a bucket of garbage out and dumped it on the garbage heap in the alley.

After taking out the trash, the old lady turned around and went back inside.

He Yuzhu had an idea.

He waited until the old lady was far away.

He picked up half a broken brick from the ground.

He quickly ran to the wall diagonally opposite the back door of the clinic.

The wall is a gray brick wall.

He used a brick to draw a simple arrow on the wall.

The arrows are crooked and twisted, like a child's doodles.

The arrow points deeper into the alley, to a corner.

After doing all this, he immediately ran to the corner and hid in the shadows.

He held his breath and waited.

Time passed second by second.

ten minutes.

twenty minutes.

There was no movement at the back door.

He Yuzhu began to doubt whether he had made a mistake.

Perhaps Lin Wanqiu didn't see it.

Or perhaps she saw it, but didn't dare to come out.

Just when he was about to give up and think of another way.

The back door of the clinic opened silently, a crack in the door.

An extremely thin slit.

He Yuzhu saw an eye appear behind the crack in the door.

That eye glanced in the direction of the arrow on the wall.

Then, the door closed silently again.

He Yuzhu felt relieved.

She saw it.

All he needs to do is keep waiting.

He believed that the intelligent woman would understand what he meant.