Sha Zhu's Rebirth in the Courtyard: Starting with Hitting Someone in the Head

Chapter 2 Meet Yi Zhonghai

He Yuzhu opened his eyes and saw a little girl lying in front of him, her face covered in tears, still sobbing in her sleep.

rainwater.

Memories flooded his mind. Winter, 1951. Today, He Daqing ran away. He went to Baoding with Widow Bai.

That old bastard Judge said he'd deliver it in 1943, but he delivered it in 1951, a full eight years late.

His mother couldn't be saved, and He Daqing still ran away.

He Yuzhu sat still, while Yushui turned over, grabbed his clothes with her little hands, mumbled "Brother" and fell asleep again.

He gently patted his sister's back, his mind starting to race.

First, explore the space thoroughly.

His perception extended to thirty meters. The three main rooms and the east wing were all clearer in his mind than his eyes could see. The rice jar contained forty jin of wheat flour and a bag of cornmeal, estimated to weigh seventy or eighty jin. In his previous life, he had taken rainwater to Baoding to find his father, and when he returned, the bottom of the rice jar was completely clean.

Clothes for all four seasons, several quilts, and under the bed, He Daqing's smelly shoes, one here and one there. The money box under the floor tiles is empty. The jewelry left by my mother is gone, and the house deed is gone.

That old bastard He Daqing left nothing behind.

wrong.

He Yuzhu suddenly remembered. In the images the judge showed him, He Daqing had left two hundred yuan (for convenience, I won't write ten thousand yuan) with Yi Zhonghai, as well as a substitute worker certificate from Lou's Steel Plant. In his previous life, Yi Zhonghai had swallowed this, causing him to scavenge for garbage for two years, and the two siblings almost starved to death.

He Yuzhu felt under the kang mat; the dozen or so yuan were still there. This was his own savings.

With a thought, the money entered the space and floated in the air. The entire space was spherical, empty, and its diameter was estimated to be one hundred meters.

It works great.

He sat up straight, his mind starting to race again. First, he'd find that old bastard, then he'd slaughter all the beasts in the courtyard.

No, that way the ungrateful bastard Bang Geng wouldn't be born. If he didn't have Bang Geng in this life, his revenge wouldn't be complete.

Forget it, let's find He Daqing first, and then make further plans.

Rain also woke up, rubbing her eyes as she looked at him.

"Brother, where's Dad?"

"Dad's gone out. I'll take you to see him tomorrow. Lie down first, I'll cook for you."

Rain nodded and remained huddled in the blankets, motionless.

He Yuzhu went to the kitchen and lit a fire to boil water. He scooped out two bowls of flour, added water, and kneaded the dough. The flatbreads sizzled in the pan, releasing a fragrant aroma. He also chopped a cabbage, made a pot of cabbage soup, and drizzled sesame oil on top.

Rainwater smelled the fragrance, got dressed, and ran over, peering into the kitchen from the doorway.

"Brother, the pancakes you made smell so good."

"Of course, who is your brother?"

He Yuzhu brought the pancakes and soup to the table, and Yushui sat down and ate them, hissing and laughing as she ate, the soup was so hot.

He looked at his sister and thought of his past life. He hadn't taken good care of Yushui, and later Yushui became estranged from him. In 65, Yushui even introduced him to one of her classmates, but he rejected her because he thought she had prominent canine teeth.

At that time, he thought that with a salary of 37.5 yuan, three main rooms and one side room, he could find a good-looking woman and have a child who would be better than him.

Later, he was brainwashed by Yi Zhonghai, who had no heir, and became convinced that he was the widow Qin.

Damn it, those widows and childless women ruined so many of his blind dates.

There's also Xu Damao.

Sigh, forget about Da Mao. That kid meant well at first, but he was just fooled by the promise of no offspring.

In his past life, he listened to Yi Zhonghai and would deliberately kick Da Mao in the groin. Da Mao's infertility was probably related to that. Yet, Da Mao even shed tears when he collected his body. I'll let bygones be bygones; Lou Xiao'e is mine now.

I will never hit him again in my life.

After finishing her soup, Yushui licked her lips and asked for more. He Yuzhu then served her another half bowl of soup and soaked half a piece of flatbread in it.

"Brother, will you leave me too?"

He Yuzhu paused for a moment, then reached out and wiped the crumbs from the corner of her mouth.

"No. I'll take you everywhere I go."

The rain smiled, revealing a tooth missing its front tooth.

That night, Yu Shui tugged at his clothes, refusing to sleep on her own. The two siblings lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), and He Yuzhu closed his eyes, rummaging through his thoughts.

The judge left him a huge pile of knowledge. Xingyi Quan (a style of Chinese martial arts), the eight major cuisines, medicinal cuisine, Western food, music, chess, calligraphy and painting, Western musical instruments, singing, acting, doing business, becoming an official, fighting, being a king of soldiers—it covered every kind of industry.

How many souls has he swallowed?

Finally, there was a large chunk. He touched it with his mental power, and it contained laws and regulations from 45 to 2026, including all the major and minor events that occurred during that period, both domestic and international.

How afraid was the judge of his death?

How can I use so much information? He tried to use his mental energy to envelop fragments of Huaiyang cuisine and pull them into his memory. After a moment of confusion, all the methods of making Huaiyang cuisine were clearly imprinted in his mind, as if he had practiced them for decades.

He sat up excitedly, turned to look at the rain, and then fell asleep.

He went to the kitchen and started shredding cabbage. He was thinking about how to cut Wensi tofu, but his hands produced cabbage shreds of varying thicknesses.

You may have the idea in your mind, but not in your hands; you need to practice.

He then studied excerpts from Xingyi Quan, learning all the techniques of striking, practicing, and using medicine. He then began practicing the basic Five Elements Fist.

He didn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned studying, and his head started to throb. In the latter half of the night, he even used Taoist meditation to recover his energy.

As dawn approached, he figured out how to find He Daqing.

Early in the morning, He Yuzhu got up to boil water and make plain noodles. He rolled out the noodles himself and fried two eggs until the edges were golden brown and the yolks were half-cooked.

Yu Shui brushed her teeth and washed her face with hot water. He Yuzhu brushed her teeth with toothpaste and then combed Yu Shui's hair.

When the noodles were served, Yushui took a bite of the fried egg, and the yolk oozed out, making a mess of her mouth.

"Brother, it's delicious!"

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you."

After finishing her meal, He Yuzhu locked the door. In her past life, Jia Zhangshi had broken in and stolen things while they were away; this time, she dared to try it and would send her straight to the police station.

He took Yushui's hand and walked towards the front yard.

Just as they reached the main hall, Yi Zhonghai returned from the front yard.

"Silly Zhu, where are you going so early in the morning?"

He Yuzhu stopped and looked at Yi Zhonghai's face. In his past life, this face had pretended to be a good person for decades, deceiving him his entire life.

"Silly Yi, I'm going to find He Daqing."

Yi Zhonghai was stunned, pointing at him.

"What...what did you call me? Stupid Pillar!"

"Silly Yi. You don't like it? Then it's Silly Hai. You choose, I'm fine with either."

He Yuzhu deliberately raised his voice, and people in the courtyard heard the noise and came over in twos and threes to see what was going on.

Yi Zhonghai's face turned bright red, and the veins on his neck bulged.

"That was your father who called it first."

"That's right, that's my dad. Who do you think you are? If you're so capable, have your own son and call him that. Call him an idiot, I won't mind. You're such a grown man, and you don't know any better."

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, someone nearby couldn't help but laugh. Yan Bugui stood at the door, holding half a cornbread in his hand, chewing as he looked around.

Yi Zhonghai trembled with rage, speechless for a long time. Finally, he managed to stammer, "You have no respect for your elders! I'm your elder, after all. Today, I'll teach you a lesson on behalf of your father."

He rolled up his sleeves, ready to get started.

He Yuzhu was overjoyed, and he had already mentally rehearsed the Bengquan and Piquan techniques, just waiting for him to come up.

Yan Bugui quickly stepped forward to stop them, and Liu Haizhong also came over to break up the fight. Several people hugged Yi Zhonghai and advised him to calm down, saying that Sha Zhu was being unreasonable and that he shouldn't take it to heart.

Seeing that the fight was escalating, He Yuzhu shouted, "Listen up, all of you. From now on, anyone who calls me 'Silly Zhu' will be called 'Silly'—that's fair and reasonable. Also, you're all just my neighbors, not elders of the He family. If you want to fight, let Yi Zhonghai go and let him try out Master Zhu's methods."

Yi Zhonghai struggled to move forward, but was held back by several people and couldn't move.

Yan Bugui stepped in to smooth things over, spewing out bits of cornbread from his mouth: "Old Yi, this idiot... Zhuzi wasn't wrong, the word 'idiot' doesn't sound good. The kids are all grown up, they don't like it, so we can't call them that. Otherwise, everyone in the courtyard would be called 'idiot,' how would we face people in public?"