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

Yan Bugui stood to the side, his eyes practically popping out of his head, wishing he could snatch the thirty yuan.

"You never learn your lesson. Next time you pick a fight, come up with a better excuse."

Li Weidong took the money and sneered as he threw down a sentence.

Yi Zhonghai turned and left with a livid face.

Liu Haizhong had long since disappeared.

Yan Bugui was quite interesting. He nodded to Li Weidong and walked away slowly with his hands behind his back.

"A whole litter of beasts!"

Li Weidong cursed inwardly.

He returned to the main room, and He Yushui and Lin Yurou finally breathed a sigh of relief. Li Weidong hadn't let them go out earlier.

Xiao Dang said goodbye to Huaihua and Xiao Xi and left.

"Hurry up and cook, stop this mess."

Lin Yurou looked unhappy.

When Liu Haizhong got home, he was seething with anger and wanted to take it out on his child.

Just then, I saw Liu Guangtian sitting at the door with a pile of bamboo in front of him.

He grabbed a bamboo stick and yelled, "Liu Guangtian, you never do anything productive, today I'm going to..."

Liu Guangtian looked up at him, and the look in his eyes startled Liu Haizhong.

Looking at the gleaming bamboo knife in Liu Guangtian's hand, Liu Haizhong didn't dare to smash it down with his bamboo stick.

Liu Guangtian's eyes were filled with ruthlessness and contempt.

Liu Haizhong thought to himself, "If I hit him with this stick, this kid might just stab me in the back."

"How am I not doing anything productive? Look at what I've done!"

Liu Guangtian said with an air of arrogance, "I wove these two bamboo baskets."

"If I take it to the pigeon market, I can sell it for at least two yuan, and I can make at least one yuan."

Liu Haizhong then noticed two bamboo baskets on the ground, strung together by a wooden stick. He immediately understood that these were the things that were placed on the back seat of a bicycle.

Yan Bugui leaned over and glanced at him: "Kid, your work is a bit rough, it's nowhere near as good as Li Weidong's."

"Dong-ge taught me."

Liu Guangtian responded, "I'll take it to the pigeon market and sell it later."

Yan Bugui rolled his eyes twice, then chuckled, "What are you selling? I'll take it. Here's fifty cents."

"You bought this bamboo yourself, so you didn't spend any money. You can weave it in an afternoon. Weave two a day and that's one yuan. Thirty yuan a month isn't bad."

"Two pieces, not a penny less."

Liu Guangtian curled his lip. "Don't even think about getting a bargain from me. You can't buy Dong Ge's weaving skills for less than three yuan."

Yan Bugui grinned and took a deep breath; he really wanted those two bamboo baskets. It would be so much more convenient to bring them when he went to Zuojiazhuang to exchange them for sweet potatoes.

After haggling for a while, they finally settled on a price of 1.5 yuan, and Yan Bugui took the bamboo basket away.

"You only made 1.5 yuan? Bamboo is free, that's 45 yuan a month!"

His eyes were practically bulging out of his bangs.

"Liu Guangtian, give me a dollar, you can keep fifty cents."

Liu Guangqi leaned over and said, "I'm dating someone, so I'm a little short on cash."

"Give me the remaining 50 cents. You're making money now, kid. You'll have to pay for your food from now on."

Liu Haizhong then stretched out his chubby hand.

"no."

Liu Guangtian shook his head. "Liu Guangqi, you're dating someone, why should you spend my money?"

"I can pay for food, but I need to buy bamboo tomorrow. I'll pay you back when I have more cash on me. I'll pay five yuan a month."

Liu Haizhong's temper flared up instantly, and he raised his hand to grab a stick. But when he saw the gleaming bamboo knife in Liu Guangtian's hand, he froze.

"Dad, hit him! This kid dared to disobey, make him hand over all the money!"

Liu Guangqi was fanning the flames from the sidelines.

"If you keep pushing me, I won't do anything anymore. You still have to feed me, or you can kick me out."

Liu Guangtian's tone was very firm.

Liu Guangtian is eighteen years old this year. He used to be most afraid of being chased away by Liu Haizhong. But now that he has some skills, he can stand up straight again.

"You...you pay ten yuan a month!"

Liu Haizhong threw the stick on the ground.

"Just five yuan."

Liu Guangtian wouldn't budge an inch, "How can you make money every day running a small business?"

Liu Haizhong's face turned ashen as he turned and went inside.

Li Weidong stood at the doorway, a satisfied smile on his lips.

Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu were no pushovers in the original story. Back when they were causing trouble, the despicable things they did were increasingly outrageous.

"We originally intended to use Xu Damao as a pawn, but that guy proved useless. Liu Guangtian was much more convenient; the Liu family is already starting to crack. And this is just the beginning."

The fish in the oil sizzled and popped as it fried. He Yushui threw a few pieces of pork fat into the pot, and the aroma exploded out.

The aroma carried far on the wind, causing passersby to stop and their throats to bob.

The deaf old woman pushed open the door and rushed out, barely able to hold her cane steady, her eyes fixed on Li Weidong's direction.

These days, nobody's rich, and everyone's starving. They have almost no resistance to the aroma of food, let alone that deaf old lady who's been craving it for most of her life.

She had no other aspirations in life, all she wanted was a few bites of something juicy and flavorful. But what Yi Zhonghai brought her every day was either cornbread or pickled vegetables, terribly bland.

Just then, a pig-like scream suddenly rang out from the middle court.

You don't even need to look to know it's a joke.

"I won't do it! I want to eat fish! I absolutely have to eat the fish from Xiaoxi's family!"

Banggeng lay on the ground in front of the house, rolling around, looking exactly like Jia Zhangshi possessed.

Jia Dongxu stood at the door, his face as black as the bottom of a pot. He muttered to himself: This kid's behavior is just like his grandmother's; he really is a descendant of the Jia family.

"Qin Huairu! Go find Sha Zhu and tell him to get some fish from that good-for-nothing He Yushui."

Madam Jia Zhang shuffled her plump body to the doorway and began to boss Qin Huairu around, "How much does your son crave? You're such a useless mother."

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Dongxu with a bitter expression.

"What are you standing there for? Go now!"

Jia Dongxu glared at him. "Bring some back and leave some for me. I need to have a couple of drinks when I get back from working overtime later."

After saying that, he ignored the rest and left, preoccupied with his own thoughts.

Qin Huairu turned her head to look at the door across the street, and when she reached Sha Zhu's door, she reached out and unbuttoned a button on her collar.

Sha Zhu was about to leave when he glanced up and saw that pale, half-exposed chest and that deep cleavage. His eyes widened instantly, his lips trembled, and he raised his hand only to lower it again.

You can tell he wanted to touch her, but he didn't have the guts.

"Oh dear, your button is undone."

Qin Huairu seemed to only then realize it, and slowly lowered her head to straighten her clothes and button them up.

Sha Zhu looked utterly dejected, but his mind was filled with the image from just now, which he couldn't shake off.

"Pillar,"

Qin Huairu reached out and hugged Sha Zhu's arm, pressing her entire chest against it. "Bang Geng is crying and begging for fish. Go find Yu Shui and get him some."

Sha Zhu's arm sank into something soft and fluffy, and he was a little dazed.

"Well... not right now."

Sha Zhu swallowed hard. "I've invited a master over. We're going to deal with Li Weidong later. Once we beat him into submission, catching a few fish won't be a problem."

"Okay, okay, when is your master arriving? Wait a minute, didn't you learn to cook from your dad?"

Qin Huairu is a bit...

"I'm talking about my martial arts master, Meng the Big-Armed from the street upstairs. I promised to treat him to a good meal tomorrow so he could come over!"

Sha Zhu felt the soft strength coming from his arm, and his whole body tensed up, becoming stiff.

The two were struggling when they heard someone outside shout, "Shazhu! Shazhu, where are you?"

"My master has arrived."

Sha Zhu reluctantly pulled his arm away and quickly went out to greet them.

Qin Huairu stood at the door, a slight smile playing on her lips. Just these few tricks, and Sha Zhu was completely bewildered. It seemed her charm truly was invincible.

Qin Huairu's eyes lit up, and she quickly leaned over: "If we could drag Li Weidong down with us and make him end up like Sha Zhu, that would be real skill. He earns three hundred yuan a month, even if we only manage to get a hundred, it would be enough for me to live a life of luxury."

Thinking about it this way, Sha Zhu's little bit of oil suddenly seemed insignificant. Comparing Li Weidong's handsome face to Sha Zhu's greasy old face, Qin Huairu felt a churning in her stomach and almost vomited on the spot.

"Li Weidong is just a greenhorn, he doesn't know anything. If I were to make a move, I could easily subdue him. Then I could have whatever I wanted."

She made up her mind, "I have to get started quickly, I can't delay."

Sha Zhu came out of the house and immediately saw three people standing in the yard. The one in the lead looked to be in his early forties, not yet fifty. He was bald, with his eyebrows shaved clean, his eyes wide like copper bells, his mouth opening and closing like a catfish, and his nose large and round, almost like a garlic bulb.

She was wearing an old-fashioned sleeveless vest with buttons made of strips of cloth.

Behind him stood two young men in their twenties, one carrying a teapot and the other holding a small teacup.

That teapot looks like it's made of purple clay.

"Master, you've arrived!"

Sha Zhu quickly went to meet him.

"Where is he? Where's that expert you mentioned? Take me there right now, and after we're done, let's grab a couple of drinks."

Meng Da-Gai urged impatiently, "You're just a braggart! You said you could beat people up like they're paintings. How could a kid in his early twenties have that kind of ability?"

"Master, please believe me. Don't blame me if you suffer a loss later..."

Sha Zhu wasn't sure either.

"Enough talk! Lead the way. Don't wait until tomorrow after you're done fighting, take me to the Limin Hotel now."

Meng waved his arm.

Sha Zhu curled his lip; he didn't have much money in his pocket.

Li Weidong was giving Liu Guangtian pointers when he saw Sha Zhu leading three people over in a hurry, followed by a long line of onlookers.

"Li Weidong, this is my master, Master Meng."

Sha Zhu was in a state of panic, but he forced himself to say, "You hit me, so my master has to help me save face."

He was hesitant because he wasn't sure if Meng Da-Gai-Bai could actually defeat Li Wei-Dong.

In the blink of an eye, a crowd had gathered around.

"Silly Zhu, are you trying to incite a mass crime? If I call the police..."

Li Weidong sneered.

"No, no, no! What do you mean by 'gathering a crowd'? It's just martial arts practitioners sparring with each other!"

Sha Zhu quickly waved his hand, "Don't try to pin this on me."

"Ha, I'm a medical master's degree holder and a level seven engineer. You want to find someone to spar with me? When the police arrive, let's see if they believe you or me!"

Li Weidong snorted coldly, "Even if it's a friendly spar, it has to be consensual, right?"

Sha Zhu was speechless, choked by the words.