Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

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Details? Just gloss over them!

The three-pronged approach of crying and wailing—which neighborhood committee member would want to get involved in this trouble?

Since it's public money being spent, nobody really cares.

She patted her chest and assured me: It's a sure thing!

The results of it?

We just signed the division of property yesterday, and this morning notices were posted all over the alley entrance!

Not to mention someone like her who is completely unqualified, even an old lady who has been receiving subsidies for ten years has had her past grievances brought up.

How could it be so unlucky?

She turned around, intending to have a word with Qin Huairu.

He turned and left without even letting her touch the hem of his clothes.

The place where people could eat and stay for free is gone, and the government won't acknowledge it anymore.

Where can a sixty-year-old find a way to make a living?

Do odd jobs? Nobody wants you.

Go back to the countryside to farm? You can't even lift a hoe.

On the day she was so hungry she could barely see, she actually carried a broken bowl and knocked on every door, begging for a scrap of food...

People begging for food wander all over the streets.

Jia Zhangshi refused.

She was fixated on these courtyard houses, and only a few families were interested in them.

He went out carrying a broken bowl at mealtimes.

I'll sneak a bite of steamed bun from Uncle Yi's house, and a bowl of soup from Uncle Er's house.

Wang Aiguo, she avoided.

Afraid of getting beaten up.

She also avoided Qin Huairu's house.

They just tore it apart; they've completely lost all sense of shame.

Some people are soft-hearted and feel embarrassed to kick people out.

Some people dislike her sharp tongue and avoid her like the plague.

He endured these days, with a broken leg and crutches, his bowl empty, yet he was still alive.

It was embarrassing, but at least my stomach wasn't growling.

But today, she actually stood at Wang Aiguo's door.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The banging on the door was like the beating of drums; just listening to it was satisfying.

Wang Aiguo was taken aback, hugged the child tighter, and glanced sideways as he opened the door:

"What are you doing?"

"Something's wrong!"

Jia Zhangshi's eyes darted around, her finger poking at Chenxi in his arms, her voice barely audible:

"Can we talk about the children inside?"

"Say it here."

Go inside? Don't even think about it.

Wang Aiguo frowned, wondering to himself: What evil scheme is that old hag up to now?

"I saw it all!"

She was spitting as she spoke, patting her chest repeatedly: "It's true! Go check it out yourself if you don't believe me!"

"Can you give me five catties of rice? Just five catties!"

Oh.

Who cares if you ask?

Wang Aiguo sneered, loosened his grip, and "bang!"

They slammed the door shut.

"you--!"

"Wang Aiguo, you're not human!"

"Have you no shame?"

"Why doesn't God strike you dead?!"

"I still considered you a human being!"

"Your child will get there sooner or later..."

The door slammed shut.

bounce away!

Wang Aiguo, enraged, took a step forward and slapped someone across the face!

Jia Zhangshi spun around on the spot, her hair flying everywhere.

"Go ahead and curse."

He flicked his wrist. "One sentence, one slap. Fair enough?"

"You can smoke if you want, my hand doesn't hurt."

Jia Zhangshi really dared to curse.

"You tuberculosis wretch! You—"

Snapped!

My left cheek was just swollen when my right cheek immediately burst open, leaving a fingerprint that looked like a stamp.

"Your child won't live past ten..."

Snapped! !

This time, the blow was so forceful that it numbed half of her tongue, causing her to spit out blood and foam when she opened her mouth.

A few broken teeth were scattered in the blood, all blown away by the blow.

She huddled in the corner, trembling, her tongue swollen so badly she could barely speak.

Wang Aiguo locked the courtyard gate with his backhand, his brows furrowed in worry.

Why are there so many rats in this dilapidated courtyard?

Why are you specifically targeting him and biting him?

In the bangs?

That old man is making voodoo dolls at home?

Cursing his son who's just learned to crawl?

Did his ancestral graves emit auspicious smoke or something?

It was clearly this person who coveted the meat in his bowl first, and then went to the factory to tattle on him!

As a result, he lost his job and then blamed him?

"What's wrong?"

Yi Hongmei reached out and took the baby, gently rubbing her fingertips against the child's cheek.

"fine."

Wang Aiguo smirked. "If fleas are jumping around, just swat them dead."

"Then I'm leaving!"

She draped the apron over her arm and turned to run away.

Wang Aiguo shook his head as he watched her retreating figure.

These days, people really treat going to work like their lifeblood.

Once the child was fast asleep, he took out his black-rimmed glasses and put them on.

Suddenly, the brick wall became translucent, and the furniture floated like mist.

My gaze passed through three walls and went straight into the room with bangs.

The old man was sitting at that rickety wooden table.

The treasure they had fought over during the division of the family property was about to be smashed by their son, but the two of them held on tightly to the table leg and wouldn't let go.

Now, it's what I use to eat, snack on sunflower seeds, and even get acupuncture.

He grabbed a thick needle and stabbed the rag doll hard in the heart!

a bit.

Two times.

...seventh grade.

Wang Aiguo's knuckles were white, and his eyes behind his glasses were red.

Did you harm my wife and children?

You've had enough of living.

Liu Haizhong placed the rag doll on the table and stiffly gestured with his fingers to indicate its name, like a child just learning to write.

Wang Aiguo, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed three words written in red ink on the baby's belly—Wang Chenxi.

You actually wrote it!

He grinned coldly.

It's quite an achievement that Jia Zhangshi could dig up this information even while begging for food.

I reckon he'd treasured it and come to exchange it for a few pounds of rice.

No way.

A bunch of scum, who has the right to cry foul?

Uncle Er is still the same Uncle Er, he's really got some nerve!

Last time the family divided their property, his son almost slapped him. Now he's doing the same thing again?

Is this mess all my fault?

If you're so capable, go after Liu Guangfu and Liu Guangtian!

You've got guts to write my name!

Washing a six-month-old baby? That's not even as good!

"Old Liu! Fiddled with this junk again?"

Aunt Er walked in, hands on hips, rolling her eyes. "What's the point of wasting a few dollars?"

"Wang Aiguo is as lively and energetic as ever, and he continues to live his life as usual!"

"For over ten days, they've been spouting nonsense every day. Is that reliable?"

"If we can really take him down, it'll be worth it! That sickly guy is such a nuisance!"

"But...really? I feel like I'm being made a fool of."

Wang Aiguo heard this, but didn't even lift his eyelids; instead, his fingernails dug into his palms.

It turns out this old woman already knew.

Shh! Shut up!

Liu Haizhong gritted his teeth, "That person said it would take forty-nine days!"

"I'll show him what it means to have his house collapse and his kitchen go downhill!"

"After that consumptive disease got better, there wasn't a single day of peace and quiet in the courtyard!"

"Now? I'm a bachelor! I've lost my job! My son has run away!"

"Afraid of him? Come on! This old body of yours is free!"

Aunt Er sighed, her shoulders slumped, "It's harsh to say, but... are we really not wrong with ourselves?"

"You were too ruthless towards Guangfu and Guangtian."

"It's one thing to beat someone a couple of times when they're busy, but now that they're retired, they still yell at and kick them every day."

"I put up with it before because I wanted your worker quota."

"If you cut off your monthly salary of over seventy yuan, are you going to turn around and have those two kids carry bricks to support you?"

"If the father doesn't love him, how can the son be filial?"

"fart!"

Liu Haizhong slammed his hand on the table, and the teacup bounced three times.

Liu Haizhong was so annoyed that he kept scratching his head and waved his hand to shoo people away.

I glanced at the old clock on the wall; the hands had just jumped to that point.

He picked up the thick sewing needle and stabbed the rag doll again.

After more than ten days, the baby's body was covered with holes.

Wang Aiguo took a deep breath; this time, he was truly ruthless.

Ding! Enhancement successful!

Grade D!

Ding! A [Delicate Puppet Doll] has been obtained!

Ding! Final rating—D!

not enough!

He narrowed his eyes and immediately clicked the second time.

Ding! Another success!

Still a D-level!

[Premium Puppet Doll] in hand!

Ding! The rating hasn't changed; it's still D!

Not yet!

He glanced at the instructions, shook his head and pursed his lips, then immediately launched a three-part combo.

Ding!

The C-class is shining!

A basic cursed doll popped up!

Ding! Rating upgraded to C!

The system coldly added: "Bonus: Beginner-level Puppet Curse Technique."

Become!

Uncle Er has gone to such lengths, shouldn't we at least give him something in return?

Forty-nine days?

Too slow!

He stared at Liu Haizhong's window, tapped his fingertip lightly, and silently rewrote the words on the doll's belly.

The strokes are rearranged and their order is changed, twisting them tightly like a braid.

Inside the other room, the father and his two sons were still arguing, completely unaware that they were being led by the nose.

"Clang!"

Liu Guangfu kicked the door open, didn't even glance at his parents, and turned to go into his room.

Two minutes later, Liu Guangtian also strolled in.

"Bangs in the middle!"

He sneered, "What's the point of poking at this rag every day?"

"If you have the guts, go find Wang Aiguo for a real-life duel!"

"What kind of skill is it to resort to underhanded tactics?"

"If he found out, he'd probably slap you across the face!"

"Don't blame me for the separation—stop bothering me!"

The words sounded firm.

But the problem is—

You call my name louder than an enemy, do you really think you were adopted?

Liu Haizhong was so angry that his chest felt tight, and the needle in his hand made the rag doll puff out cotton wool.

The doll was already stabbed beyond recognition; the needle tip couldn't even get in, as if it were being stabbed by an enemy.

"Ouch—"

A muffled groan came from the side, and Aunt Er suddenly clutched her chest, her body swaying as she slid to the ground.

With a tremor in his hand, the doll fell to the ground, and he quickly rushed over to catch her back.

"My dear wife? Hang in there! Guangtian! Guangfu! Come out quickly!"

His voice cracked, and his shouts made the whole building buzz.

Liu Guangtian lazily replied from inside the house, "What's all the fuss about? It's not like I'm going to die."

Liu Guangfu opened the door a crack, his eyelids drooping: "Dad, I'm really sleepy. You can take it yourself."

Liu Haizhong's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

My wife's breathing grew shallower and shallower in my arms, and her fingers were icy cold.

He trembled as he reached out to touch her wrist; her pulse was pounding erratically.

It’s over.

The thought had barely crossed my mind when my phone, which was in my pocket, vibrated.

It was a WeChat message from Yi Zhonghai: Lao Liu, come to my house for dumplings tonight, with chive filling.

"Help! Help!"

Liu Haizhong yelled at the top of his lungs, and even lost a shoe in the process.

As soon as his wife was put on the bed, he turned around and rushed out the door.

Hearing the shouts, the neighbor came out carrying an enamel mug.

When the person was taken to the hospital, the doctor shook his head.

The medical certificate was still warm when it was handed to him.

At midnight that night, the monitor showed a straight line.

He knelt on the corridor tiles, his fingers digging into the cracks in the floor.

It took me half the night to finally find my way to the doctor's office.

His voice was hoarse, like it had been sanded: "What's wrong with me?"

"He has several holes in his chest."

The doctor adjusted his glasses. "The blood has all leaked out."

Liu Haizhong stared at the few black dots on the film, his hands trembling so much he could barely hold his water glass.

He didn't even feel the cold when water splashed on his pants.

Neither of the sons showed their faces throughout the entire event.

Enraged, Yi Zhonghai grabbed a broom: "You beast!"

But no one cared about Liu Haizhong.

He rushed back into the house and grabbed the rag doll from the table.

"Wang Chenxi" written in vermilion ink

It was burning red.

He stared at those three words, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets.