Courtyard House: A Carefree Life Begins with a Lottery of Wish Power

Compared to news and weather forecasts, the neighbors naturally prefer listening to traditional folk art programs.

Upon hearing what Xu Damao said, they all started to clamor.

He Yuzhu did indeed only memorize the frequencies of these two stations.

However, He Yuzhu was thick-skinned enough not to feel embarrassed at all, and said:

"Xu Damao, stop talking nonsense. If you can't do it, just admit it. There's no shame in it."

Xu Damao, instead of getting angry, smiled confidently and said:

"Hey buddy, when I was playing with the radio, you were still wearing open-crotch pants."

"Today I'll show you what I'm capable of."

Xu Damao rolled up his sleeves somewhat dramatically, first subtly switching the band to medium wave before seriously tuning the frequency.

Lin Zhuo nodded secretly. It seemed that Xu Damao wasn't just bragging; he must have actually played with radios.

Medium wave propagation distance is long, but the signal is generally not very good, and weather and terrain also have an impact.

Whether you can receive a TV signal or not sometimes depends to some extent on luck.

Xu Damao concentrated, slowly turning the knob while adjusting the antenna angle.

Don't be fooled by his nonchalant tone; he just doesn't want to lose face in front of Sha Zhu.

Xu Damao usually just listens to a few local FM stations in the propaganda department.

I haven't listened to medium and shortwave radio stations many times, but I remember they broadcast songs and traditional folk arts during this time slot, so I decided to give it a try.

Suddenly, intermittent opera singing came from the loudspeaker.

Xu Damao perked up and gave Sha Zhu a defiant look.

Xu Damao adjusted the antenna again, turning the knob back and forth a few times, and the sound became much clearer.

"How is it? Pretty good, right?"

The onlookers cheered.

Uncle Er listened to the music, squinted his eyes, and tapped his fingers lightly on the table.

He didn't forget to say to the old man next to him:

"Old Yan, that opera was really well sung."

The third uncle listened with rapt attention, shaking his head and praising it repeatedly.

The brothers Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu quickly approached Xu Damao and asked curiously:

"Brother Da Mao, can you teach us?"

Xu Damao said smugly, "Guangtian and Guangfu, it's not that I don't want to teach them, it's just that they're a bit complicated."

Xu Damao was extremely proud and felt a great sense of satisfaction.

Although it was already dark, Lin Zhuo's eyesight was much better than that of ordinary people.

I glanced at the radio's current frequency and couldn't help but chuckle to myself.

Xu Damao, Xu Damao, you really are asking for trouble.

Soon, the music finished playing, and the next program was about to begin.

Lin Zhuo smiled and strode towards Xu Damao, who was standing in front of the table.

"Da Mao, I've finally found you."

As he spoke, Lin Zhuo slapped Xu Damao hard on the back.

Caught off guard, Xu Damao slammed into the table behind him.

The already unstable table tilted up when Xu Damao bumped into it.

The brand-new radio fell off the table.

Everything happened too fast.

The second uncle, who was closest to the camera, was clapping along and humming music.

The radio suddenly fell off the table, and he instinctively tried to catch it, but it was too late.

The radio crashed heavily to the ground with a loud bang.

The broadcast stopped abruptly, replaced by a hissing noise.

The once bustling courtyard was now extremely quiet; you could hear a pin drop.

Xu Damao finally realized what was happening, glared at Lin Zhuo, and pointed at him, saying:

"Lin Zhuo, are you sick in the head?"

Why did you push me? Look, you've broken the radio.

The two uncles and aunts were initially stunned and somewhat bewildered, but then they jumped up as well.

The two brothers, Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian, quickly picked up the radio and placed it on the table.

The radio speakers were emitting only noise.

The once beautiful wooden shell was now cracked from the fall.

The second uncle's family was heartbroken to see their brand-new radio reduced to this state in the blink of an eye.

Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian rolled up their sleeves, ready to fight, but were stopped by an old man and an old man standing nearby.

He Yuzhu stood to the side, arms crossed, and said to the people next to him with a hint of schadenfreude:

"This is going to be interesting."

Then he shouted at Xu Damao:

"Xu Damao, you broke Uncle Er's radio, hurry up and pay for it."

Xu Damao became anxious upon hearing this.

"Silly Zhu, stop making a fuss. Everyone saw it. It was Lin Zhu who pushed me."

He Yuzhu, unconcerned about the magnitude of the spectacle, laughed and said:

"If I push you, why don't you fall to the side? Why do you have to knock the radio to the ground?"

After hearing He Yuzhu's words, the second uncle's family also looked at Xu Damao with somewhat unfriendly expressions.

Xu Damao felt a little panicked when he saw this situation.

He quickly replied:

"Second Uncle, my dear Second Uncle."

"You can't listen to Sha Zhu's nonsense."

"You saw it with your own eyes, and the neighbors present can all testify to it. It was Lin Zhuo who pushed me. It really has nothing to do with me. I've been wronged."

The second uncle glanced at Xu Damao, then at Lin Zhuo, his fat trembling with excitement, and said sternly:

"I just bought this radio today, and you two have ruined it."

"Just tell me how you want to compensate me."

The second aunt also chimed in from the side:

"We have to lose money, we absolutely have to lose money."

The two Liu brothers also loudly echoed their sentiments from the side.

Upon hearing this, Xu Damao realized that Second Uncle had clearly instructed Sha Zhu to say it, and that he had included himself in the conversation.

He couldn't help but feel distressed and quickly asked the first and third uncles for help.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, you two have to stand up for me!"

"This isn't my fault at all; I'm a victim too."

As he spoke, he pointed at Lin Zhuo and said:

"Lin Zhuo, if you're a real man, just admit it openly, don't hide there pretending to be innocent."

An old man glanced at Lin Zhuo, and he had some doubts in his heart.

I've certainly seen how sharp-tongued Lin Zhuo is, but this reckless behavior doesn't seem like his usual style.

The old man saw everything clearly; it actually looked like Lin Zhuo deliberately knocked the radio to the ground.

The old man was quite relaxed, after all, it wasn't his business, and it wasn't his own property that was broken.

The third uncle was even a little gloating. It was better that it broke; now that no one had a radio, no one could show off.

Seeing the situation, the first uncle realized that the second uncle was the person directly involved, and the third uncle acted as if it were none of his business. In the end, he decided to make his own decision.

He pressed his hands together lightly a few times, waiting for the courtyard to quiet down.

After a moment's thought, he said in a deep voice:

"Kobayashi, a radio is quite a valuable item."

"It's broken like this, they should at least give us an explanation, don't you think?"

Lin Zhuo nodded upon hearing this and said:

"What the old man said makes sense, I completely agree."

"However, I have a small request."

The old man was somewhat surprised, but he didn't refuse outright, saying:

"Tell me your requirements first."