Courtyard House: Starting with a 28-inch motorcycle

Moreover, He Yuzhu also possesses a system space, allowing him to transport things out without anyone noticing. Not only can he evade the scrutiny of those countries, but he could even circle the Earth three times without anyone being able to find his trail.

This operation is even more stable and safer than the Huo family's.

Once the Lou family truly establishes this connection, who in their right mind would dare to mess with their son-in-law?

With such a glittering road ahead, why would He Yuzhu care about the label of capitalist? Besides, judging from He Daqing's cryptic tone, their family's three generations of "employed farmer" status probably wouldn't stand up to scrutiny.

No one mentioned it in his past life because class background was no longer a concern back then; it was still not explicitly stated in this life, but the implication between the lines clearly indicated that he should figure it out himself.

It's not a glorious thing anyway, so it's best to resolve it as soon as possible.

Right now, He Yuzhu's only concern is whether Lou Xiao'e is willing to agree.

However, judging from the way she greeted him with a blush on her face just now, it was clear that the old couple had persuaded her.

He had just left when Lou Bancheng was still sitting in the house, looking as light as if a rusty tendon had been pulled out.

He stared at the few pills wrapped in beeswax on the table, his eyes still a little dazed—had he really been cured just like that?

After that set of acupuncture needles, all the soreness, swelling, heaviness, and numbness disappeared. My blood and energy seemed to have come back to life, and even my breathing felt clear and refreshing.

When Lou Tanshi pushed open the door, she saw her husband with his eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the chair, as if he were contemplating something important.

Her heart tightened, and she quickly asked, "What's wrong? Judging from the smile on Zhu Zi's face when he left, did your conversation not go well?"

"It's going very well." Lou Bancheng opened his eyes, his gaze distant. "I was thinking, if I had met He Yuzhu more than ten years ago, would I have directly taken him as my son-in-law?"

"Oh?" Lou Tanshi was taken aback.

That was the Lou family's most glorious time. The name "Half City" was known far and wide, and their business extended to Southeast Asia. Even officials had to give them some face.

"You look down on Zhu Zi because he's a cook?" she asked tentatively.

"You're wrong." Lou Bancheng shook his head, his tone turning serious. "He's not an ordinary cook."

If I had known he had this ability earlier, even without Xiao'e, I would have found a way to kidnap him!

He paused, then lowered his voice: "There are many people with vision, but those who have both vision and ability are extremely rare."

And He Yuzhu... has both of those qualities.

In terms of culinary skills, they have reached the pinnacle.

Lou Bancheng has traveled all over the country and met no fewer than a hundred master chefs, but he has never met one who can refine the flavor to the point of "soul-stirring".

What's even more outrageous is that this guy can actually heal!

The acupuncture technique was fluid and skillful, with needles falling like the wind. In just a quarter of an hour, it completely subdued his long-standing ailment that had plagued him for many years.

What's most ruthless is that he also left a few pills, saying they were for treatment purposes—what else could this be but medical skill?

It's already quite an achievement for a young person to reach the top in one craft, but this person is good at both!

The key point is... he's so young, only in his early twenties, right?

Thinking of this, Lou Bancheng looked at his daughter and felt a sense of insecurity.

What does Lou Xiao'e have? Family background, status, dowry... These external factors are certainly impressive, but what about outside of them? In terms of talent, she can't compare; in terms of ability, she's far behind; and in terms of vision and perspective, she's nowhere near as good as him.

He sighed, rubbed his temples, and picked up a beeswax pill from the table, thinking: I'll try this one.

If it really works, then this kid's medical skills are probably even more profound than I imagined.

He cracked open the waxy shell and swallowed it, tilting his head back.

Lou Tan leaned closer and asked, "What kind of medicine are you taking in broad daylight? Did Zhu Zi leave it for you? What's it for?"

"It's for conditioning. He told me to try it out first." Lou Bancheng said vaguely, without mentioning that the pill he had just taken was actually a potent aphrodisiac.

But after only a moment, a surge of scalding heat suddenly welled up inside him, and his limbs and bones felt as if they had been soaked in spring water, with a comfortable sensation permeating every crevice of his bones.

Looking at Lou Tanshi beside him, he felt that her eyes and brows were tinged with a rosy hue, and her figure was becoming more and more alluring.

He suddenly reached out and pulled his wife into his arms.

"Madam... let's go and rest."

"Hey, what are you doing! In broad daylight, aren't you ashamed?" Lou Tan struggled and lightly punched his shoulder.

"I can't take it anymore... I really can't hold on..." Lou Bancheng gasped for breath, his voice hoarse. "The medicine this kid gave me is too potent. If I don't act soon, I'll be finished tonight..."

Upon hearing this, Lou Tanshi immediately understood what he had eaten. Her face flushed red, and she poked his chest with her fingertip, scolding, "You insisted on trying this! You old lecher, still so lustful after all these decades..."

Ke Ren was already picked up horizontally, the door slammed shut, leaving only the swaying shadows of trees outside the window and a long-suppressed low laugh.

As soon as Lou Tan finished speaking, she stood up gracefully, her waist swaying gently as she walked towards the bedroom like a willow in the wind.

Her silhouette was alluring, her skirt swaying slightly, making one's eyes burn with desire.

Seeing this, Lou Bancheng grinned and followed closely behind, his steps revealing undisguised smugness.

After leaving the Lou family, He Yuzhu immediately put aside his distractions and threw himself into his work and honing his skills.

Mechanical repair relies on studying books and accumulating practical experience; physical skills require daily practice, and there are no shortcuts.

In this world, the proficiency system won't just give you the maximum level out of thin air. Want to get stronger? There's only one word—grind!

Under He Yuzhu's impetus, the technical department has been making frequent moves.

They not only contacted several renowned professors from the mechanical engineering departments of Tsinghua and Peking Universities in Beijing, but also enlisted Sharif to join them in their scheme.

With a clear objective: to thoroughly understand the capabilities of White Bear Machine Tools and jointly develop a new generation of machine tools that belong to China!

Sharif, who was initially a bit aloof, was completely outmaneuvered by He Yuzhu's hardcore culinary skills—served with delicacies at every meal, the foreigner ate with great relish, no longer caring about keeping anything to himself. As a result, knowledge and skills poured out, and the technical team absorbed them like they had struck gold.

Their proper duties are to maintain equipment, optimize processes, and trial-produce new products... but the first few tasks are currently quite easy, so there's only one thing left to do: carry out technological innovation!

The moment Tsinghua and Peking University professors joined the improvement team, the progress bar instantly reached its maximum.

These professors had been researching related topics in the lab for a long time and had a solid theoretical foundation. Now they were finally able to put their research into practice, which was a great relief.

In addition, the technical staff frequently went to "consult" Sharif, and the design drawings for the new machine tools were produced in a flash, making the efficiency skyrocket.

With a master chef overseeing logistics and keeping foreign supporters calm, this is the golden window of opportunity to fully utilize the expertise of foreign specialists.

He Yuzhu's ability to seize opportunities is top-notch.

As for the rumors circulating in the courtyard house, he is currently unaware of them.

I leave home before dawn every day and don't return until 8:30 pm, sometimes not until almost 9 pm, dragging my tired body back.

He Yushui is young and has no playmates in the yard. If she doesn't go out with her older brother on weekends, she can only stay in the house to do her homework or go out to play with her classmates.

They didn't hear a word of the gossip the older women and young wives were spreading while they were washing clothes and chatting by the well.

But there really were people behind this, stirring things up.

On the first day of washing up, Jia Zhangshi deliberately steered the conversation toward the He family, implying that He Yuzhu was of questionable character.

Qin Huairu chimed in from the side, her tone perfectly measured, sounding like concern but actually barbed in every word.

Upon hearing this, the three women immediately perked up.

She and He Yuzhu had a long-standing grudge! Her husband was originally a respected elementary school teacher, but He Yuzhu publicly tore off his disguise, and now everyone knows that he is a petty and scheming old man who plots against the younger generation.

With his reputation ruined like this, he won't be able to recover for at least three to five years. Who knows, in the future, people might still sneer when they mention him: "Oh, that was the Third Uncle, he's very shrewd."

What made her even more furious was that the house she had originally set her sights on for her eldest son, Yan Jiecheng, was snatched away by He Yuzhu! This anger kept her tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep.

As soon as Madam Jia started, the third aunt immediately took over, pouring out her grievances and tearfully recounting how she had taken care of the He family's orphaned children and widow in the past, only to be repaid with such ingratitude and treated this way...

The long-time residents of the courtyard knew perfectly well that the Yan family was always calculating, so they just listened to what the third aunt was saying.

But outsiders don't know! The news spreads from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred, and the more it's said, the harder it is to tell what's true and what's false.

Most importantly, no one from the He family came forward to refute this.

No one stood up for her, no one clarified the situation, and all that remained was an elderly woman crying and recounting her experience of being victimized every day.

The public's attention naturally gravitates towards the "victims."

That evening, the third aunt went home and kept talking about it with Yan Bugui.

To everyone's surprise, the old fox frowned upon hearing this, and a glint flashed in his eyes behind his glasses as he immediately sensed something was amiss.

Upon closer questioning, it became clear: Jia Zhangshi was using someone else to do her dirty work, using the Yan family as a pawn!

Upon hearing this, the three women broke out in a cold sweat: "Old Yan! What are we going to do? That Jia guy is putting me on the spot!"

Yan Bugui gently pushed up his glasses, his gaze calm: "What's the panic? Just follow her script."

If someone brings it up, you respond with a few words; if no one says anything, you shut up and pretend to be mute.

That way, the blame won't fall on you.

A slight smile played on his lips; he had already made up his mind: if Jia Zhangshi wanted to stir things up, then let her jump out on her own.

The Yan family simply nodded in agreement, neither actively causing trouble nor refusing to add fuel to the fire.

Once the rumors spread, even if He Yuzhu investigates, he can at most be found guilty of "following the trend to curse," but he won't be able to implicate the mastermind.

Why not vent your anger and get away unscathed?

Thinking of this, Yan Bugui squinted and smiled, then went to bed with a clear conscience.

After all, when his previous attempt to frame He Yuzhu was exposed, he was forced to admit his mistake in public, and the whole hospital knew about his shameful act.

Yesterday, he was called to the principal's office for a lecture again. Although he wasn't formally punished, he knew very well that for the next five years, performance evaluations and promotions were out of the question.