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

Chapter 30

Meng Da-Gai's temper flared up: "Sha Zhu, are you really that stupid? He's a cultured man, and you want me to fight him? A medical master's degree? In the past, that would have made him an imperial physician! A level seven engineer? In ancient times, that would have made him an official in the Ministry of Works!"

Meng Da-Gai-Bai said a lot of nice things with a smile, but he knew very well that he was just a nobody from the bottom of society. If he went against someone as tough as Li Wei-Dong, Li Wei-Dong could easily make him suffer with just a few words.

A young man quickly handed over a cup of tea: "Master, have some tea to calm down."

Li Weidong's eyes lit up when he caught sight of the cup.

Before he transmigrated, he was a top-tier chef. Besides practicing martial arts and fishing, his biggest hobby was tinkering with antiques. Back then, you could find anything online; all you had to do to learn something was put in the effort.

"If this thing is real, it's a chicken cup."

Li Weidong muttered to himself.

Meng Da-gai-hou left with a polite remark: "Mr. Li, I was also fooled. I'm sorry! Until we meet again!"

After saying that, he turned around and tried to slip away.

"stop."

Li Weidong sneered, "You think you can just show off here and leave? You can produce a 'courtyard war god' like that, your martial ethics aren't much better."

He paused, then added, "But your skills are even worse. How about we give it a go?"

Meng Da's face turned pale and then flushed. After a few seconds of thought, he said, "Alright, I'll lend a hand, but only until we've made a move."

He took a sip of tea, handed the cup to his apprentice, and put on a very dignified air.

Li Weidong shook his head, muttering something no one present understood: "Tsk, so there are people like Mou Baoguo these days."

"Please. Xingyi, Meng Danshan."

Meng Da clasped his hands together in a fist salute, adopting a starting stance—his body slightly lowered, one hand in front and the other on his waist.

Sha Zhu immediately exploded: "What? You practice Xingyi? Aren't those moves you taught me clearly wrestling?"

Unfortunately, nobody paid any attention to him.

Li Weidong also clasped his hands in a fist salute: "Bajiquan, Li Weidong."

When Meng Danshan saw Li Weidong's posture, his heart skipped a beat. He now believed what Sha Zhu had said; this guy really could get away with hitting someone.

The two spun around, and before Meng Da could even exert any force, Li Weidong had already moved. He took a step forward, the movement small, and kicked the other man's shinbone with his foot close to the ground.

The kick was quick and stealthy, the sole of the shoe barely leaving the ground by a centimeter.

Meng Danshan was about to unleash his advancing Bengquan (a type of punch) when he was startled by the kick and quickly raised his leg to dodge. He knew that if he were to take that blow, his shinbone would definitely break.

This is where traditional Chinese martial arts are difficult to promote – the real skill is limited to just one or two moves, and if you get hit, it's either death or serious injury.

Li Weidong moved even faster, taking advantage of the moment when Meng Danshan raised his leg to dodge, he used a close-range strike to crash directly into the opponent's center.

Meng Danshan could only cross his arms in front of his chest to protect himself. A brute force slammed into him, and he was sent flying backward as if he had been gored by a mad bull.

"Snapped!"

He crashed into the wall, his feet almost half a meter off the ground, and hung there for more than ten seconds before slowly sliding down the wall.

Meng Danshan collapsed to the ground, his face deathly pale, and then a mouthful of blood gushed from his mouth.

"That's real skill! One move and he's got that guy pinned to the wall!"

He shook his head with a bitter expression: "I admit defeat, I give up."

The onlookers finally snapped out of their shock.

"You can leave, but leave the cups and teapot behind."

Li Weidong's tone was indifferent, showing little emotional fluctuation.

Meng Danshan knew this was the rule. He had come to cause trouble, so he had to admit defeat. In the old days, cutting off two fingers would have been considered lenient.

He led his two apprentices away in a sorry state.

Sha Zhu huddled in the corner, not daring to show himself. That kid was shrewd; he knew that if he went up there now, getting a slap would be the least of his worries.

The crowd quickly dispersed, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at Li Weidong.

"Silly Zhu, you've got some nerve."

Li Weidong said coldly, "What, do you want me to personally escort you?"

"No, no need."

Sha Zhu quickly waved his hand, "I just want to say a few words to Yu Shui. Yu Shui, come out for a moment."

"Brother, what exactly do you want?"

He Yushui came out carrying a plate, her face expressionless.

"Did you make this sweet and sour carp?"

Sha Zhu stared at the plate, unable to resist swallowing hard. "Not bad, your skills are almost as good as mine."

"What exactly are you trying to say?"

He Yushui raised her chin.

"You can't eat this much, can you share some with me...?"

Sha Zhu, shameless as ever, spoke up.

He was secretly calculating: if he could get some fish, he might be able to take advantage of Sister Qin when she came over, maybe even touch her hands a couple of times. If he was lucky, he might even get a touch of those soft, fleshy mounds.

"These belong to Brother Dong. I'm just here to freeload a meal. You think you can take them from me? Dream on!"

He Yushui sneered, "Go back and eat your peanuts."

Sha Zhu immediately exploded: "You heartless brat! I raised you all these years, even if I haven't done anything great, I've at least put in a lot of effort, right? And you just...!"

Li Weidong sneered, "Sha Zhu, don't be shameless. Maintaining rainwater is your job."

"She doesn't need to remember your kindness. You took over your father's job, so you should support him. That's what you owe her."

"Aren't these kinds of things common in factories?"

Sha Zhu was stunned.

He always felt that taking care of He Yushui was an immense favor. After all, the old man had abandoned her, and it was his sister who had raised her.

Sha Zhu felt incredibly proud of himself. The thought of raising his younger sister almost brought him to tears.

The soap bubble burst as soon as Li Weidong poked it.

"Silly brother, do you understand now?"

He Yushui spoke calmly.

"What...what is this? You guys are really something."

Sha Zhu couldn't stay any longer and turned to leave.

"He's a complete idiot!"

He Yushui was fuming.

"He's not stupid, he just doesn't think straight when he sees Qin Huairu."

Li Weidong waved his hand, "Let's not talk about this, let's go eat."

When he made his move, Li Weidong closed the front door tightly. He told Lin Yurou to stay in the inner room with Xiaoxi so that the mother and daughter wouldn't see what was happening outside.

"The fish smells so good, brother, come quick!"

Xiao Xi jumped out of the main room.

Lin Yurou followed behind, her eyes filled with worry. She only breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Li Weidong's hair was perfectly styled.

"Eat, eat. Xiaoxi, slow down, there are a lot of fish bones."

Li Weidong said, "Xiaorou, help her remove the thorns."

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Sha Zhu returned to his front door dejectedly and immediately saw Qin Huairu standing there. Just as he was about to approach her, Qin Huairu turned and disappeared into the house.

Since his hands were empty, Qin Huairu didn't bother to pay him any attention.

Sha Zhu stared at her swaying figure, almost drooling.

At this moment, the deaf old woman was sitting in Yi Zhonghai's house, her face ashen: "I really didn't expect that kid to be so skilled. He even made Meng Da's arms vomit blood."

"We need to be careful from now on; this little brat is not to be trifled with."

Yi Zhonghai sighed, "There's nothing we can do about him in the courtyard, and he's the only one in the factory who causes me trouble."

"Then we should avoid them."

Na Yumei chimed in, "Old Yi, if he makes things difficult for you, your job will be in trouble."

"Yes, if you can't afford to offend them, you can only avoid them."

Yi Zhonghai looked helpless.

"That little brat, I don't believe he can dodge a bullet!"

The deaf old woman gritted her teeth, "If you make me uncomfortable, then don't blame me for being ruthless..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

After finishing his meal, Li Weidong carefully washed the teacup clean.

"Brother Dong, why is this teacup so precious?"

Lin Yurou carried the folded clothes into the bedroom.

Li Weidong was admiring the chicken cup, his face full of pride: "This is a treasure. A chicken cup is worth tens of thousands of yuan now. Keep it for fifty or sixty years, and it'll be worth at least three hundred million!"

"It's that valuable?"

Lin Yurou's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Of course. Meng Da-Bai didn't know its value; he actually used it for tea. Luckily, there wasn't a single scratch or dent."

Li Weidong lowered his voice, "Keep it as a family heirloom. If our children ever run into trouble, they can take it out and turn their lives around."

These words made Lin Yurou feel wonderful and lightheaded.

Lin Yurou's mind was filled with only one sentence—our child.

Dong Ge's statement definitely indicates he has feelings for her. Otherwise, why would he bring up the topic of children?

Li Weidong watched Lin Yurou walk out with a flushed face, not understanding what was wrong with her.

Too lazy to think about it, he returned his attention to the previous moment. After using the "Mountain-Slaying Lean" technique to send Meng Danshan flying, it felt as if something inside his body had shattered, and a surge of heat rushed out from his dantian, running along his meridians.

"Has he developed internal strength?"

Li Weidong's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly opened the attribute panel.

Name: Li Weidong (20 years old)

Physical condition: 100

Power: 100

Agility: 55

Mental Power: 55

Skills: Grandmaster-level Tai Chi Chuan (Internal Strength), Beginner-level Telekinesis (Intermediate)

"It really has reached the level of internal strength."

He muttered to himself, "Agility and Spirit have each increased by five points. Telekinesis has also reached the mid-beginner level; before, it was probably the lower-beginner level, right?"

Li Weidong didn't stop; he started practicing Tai Chi inside the room. His internal energy flowed through his meridians with each movement.

He practiced for over an hour before taking a shower. He planned to practice telekinesis again before bed to deplete his mental energy so he could sleep better.

Xiao Xi, Lin Yurou, and He Yushui had already finished washing and were sitting on the reed mats under the ceiling fan.

The grandfather clock on the altar struck eight o'clock in the evening.

"Dong-ge wants to take a bath? The water's ready, wait a moment."

Lin Yurou quickly stood up, carried a large wooden bucket into Li Weidong's room, and then went to fetch water.

While Lin Yurou was busy, Xiao Xi chatted with Li Weidong.

"Brother, I want to eat watermelon!"

Xiaoxi pouted, "My sister said to save it for tomorrow..."

"How about ice cream?"

Li Weidong asked.

"What is ice cream? Is it like a popsicle?"

Xiao Xi blinked her big eyes.

"What popsicle? Don't be greedy."