I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

After walking another three or four hundred meters, I started to feel dizzy.

Yan Jiefang immediately stopped in his tracks. Reason told him that it was best to rest by the roadside first.

He didn't want to keep walking and risk collapsing on the roadside at any moment.

Just a few meters away, there was a black pine utility pole. He slowly walked over and leaned against it.

Yan Jiefang felt acid churn up in his stomach and his vision blurred.

"Ugh~"

Suddenly, his stomach churned, and he vomited several mouthfuls of bitter, sour water.

There's nothing in this bitter, sour water; it actually looks quite "clear."

Strange thoughts flashed through his mind, and Yan Jiefang tried to find humor in his misery.

Even though he was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat, he still felt a chill, and the world seemed to have lost its color.

Feeling a little better, Yan Jiefang ignored the dust on the ground and sat down on the shoulder of the road.

His mind was completely blank, and he had even lost his appetite.

He had never had such an experience, whether on Earth or on his first journey to the Blue Planet.

So what if you have three cheat codes?

In the face of hunger, all of these are insignificant!

He sat there blankly, completely oblivious to time.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting when half a sweet potato was thrust in front of him, and he vaguely heard a voice:

"Yan Jiefang, this is the sweet potato I had left over from lunch. You can have it."

He slowly took it and looked up ahead.

A pale, thin girl stood there, with two braids.

What kind of rain is it?

She finished her last class and school was over.

Upon seeing Yan Jiefang sitting by the roadside, she immediately understood his predicament.

That's from hunger!

I was starving!

She looks just like herself ten years ago.

Although she didn't want to talk to anyone in the yard, a slight stirring in her heart made her stop and take out her meager rations.

"Take your time eating, I'm leaving now."

She left quietly.

Yan Jiefang, holding a sweet potato, watched the other person's patched-up back gradually disappear into the distance, remaining silent.

Let's eat something first, and talk about the rest later.

He currently has two critical hit chances.

Once this month, once this year.

The monthly critical hit multiplier ranges from 9x to 99x.

The annual super critical hit will have a fixed multiplier of 10,000!

Looking at the half-eaten sweet potato in front of me, I thought for a moment and decided to use my monthly chances. It's still the beginning of the year, so there's no rush for the annual super critical hit chances.

[You critically hit the food in front of you, triggering an 88x critical hit and obtaining 88 half-sweet potatoes! They've been added to your personal space.]

Sweet potatoes are sweet.

It's so sweet!

Yan Jiefang ate the sweet potato slowly, savoring each bite. It was definitely the best sweet potato he had ever eaten.

It's more delicious than any delicacy.

With a little food in his stomach, he felt even hungrier.

I can't help but want to eat faster.

But reason told him that sweet potatoes should never be eaten too quickly, or he might choke.

"Snap!"

A hand reached out from behind him and shoved the sweet potato away.

Before he could react, another foot stomped him to pieces.

Yan Jiefang stood up and saw the owner of the foot, Pang Dahai.

The kid was glaring at me with a face full of anger, as if I had done something that would incur divine wrath and public resentment.

Although he didn't know why Yan Jiefang did it, that didn't stop him from getting angry.

"┗|｀O′|┛ Aww~~"

Pang Dahai let out a miserable scream and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up.

His manhood was struck hard, and he immediately lost the ability to resist.

Yan Jiefang kicked him in the back a few more times before walking away, slightly out of breath.

I'm physically exhausted right now and not fit to fight at all.

Once he recovers, I might end up suffering the consequences.

After walking for nearly 10 minutes from north to south along Nanluoguxiang, we finally arrived at No. 95 Nanluoguxiang.

As you pass through the gate and enter the courtyard, you'll find the original owner's father, Yan Bugui, huddled near the gatehouse, his sleeves tucked in, observing all the neighbors coming and going through his glasses.

For a pittance, this guy left early again today, as usual.

Yan Jiefang glanced at him, too lazy to even greet him, and walked home in silence.

After being schemed against for over a decade, the bond between father and son had long since been worn away.

As Yan Bugui watched his second son walk past silently, a calculating glint flashed in his eyes.

In the mind of the shrewd businessman, his four children were nothing more than cattle and horses to earn money for his retirement.

Supporting them is a sure-fire investment; most of their wages after they start working must be handed over to me.

To repay the kindness of raising them.

As for family affection, what is that?

Can it be eaten as a meal?

Money is the root of everything; only those with money are bosses!

Without money, you're not even as good as a stray dog ​​on the street!

Food supplies have been getting increasingly tight lately. Tonight I need to tell my wife that starting today, we should reduce the amount of cornmeal in our congee by half a handful.

Using a handful of cornmeal to cook porridge every day is such a waste; it's not a practical way to manage daily life.

In addition, the steamed buns need to be made one size smaller.

Money is saved.

If you don't save money and be frugal, where will you get the money to put in the bank and earn interest?

How can we find jobs for our children and make them work like beasts of burden if we don't have money?

Just as he was calculating, he looked up and saw Sha Zhu carrying two lunchboxes walking into the yard. They looked heavy, obviously containing a lot of good, oily dishes.

Yan Bugui's face immediately broke into a wide smile:

"Hey~ Zhu Zi, you brought back some good food from the cafeteria again? You're living the good life with all that oil and fat every day! It's just going to get cold if you leave it here, why don't you share some with Uncle San's family? He might introduce you to a female teacher from our school sometime!"

Hearing the noise at the door, Qin Huairu, who was washing clothes in the yard, quickly ran out and reached directly for Sha Zhu's lunchbox:

"Zhu Zi, Bang Geng has gotten so thin from hunger, please help Sister Qin..."

......

Based on the information he remembered, Yan Jiefang returned to his sleeping room and hung his schoolbag on the wall.

The room was completely empty; apart from a bed, there was no decent furniture at all.

The younger brother, Yan Jiekuang, was also not in the room; he was probably kicked out by Yan Bugui to scavenge for scraps in a nearby garbage dump.

This was the task that Yan Bugui had assigned to the two brothers.

As for the eldest brother, Yan Jiecheng, he had already gone to work at the steel rolling mill and hadn't finished get off work yet.

He was an ordinary apprentice in a non-technical job, earning 18 yuan a month.

It was in the second half of last year that Yan Bugui paid for him to take over the job.

I recorded a bill of 1000 yuan!

This is the principal!

Interest will be charged separately!

In fact, the whole family knew that although the price for a substitute job had skyrocketed in the past two years, it would definitely not cost more than a thousand yuan.

Even the most expensive formal positions, such as fitter, rarely reach a price as high as a thousand yuan.

What's more, what about ordinary factory worker apprentices who have little future?

Even at three hundred, there's no guarantee anyone will want it.

Yan Bugui's profit more than tripled!

Even capitalists would weep upon seeing this.

Luckily, no one was watching, so Yan Jiefang took out a sweet potato and slowly ate it with some cold boiled water.

He needed to recover his strength as soon as possible in order to face the retaliation from his deskmate and another student.

"Jiefang, are you sitting in your room doing embroidery? Hurry up and go find your brother, collect as much scrap as possible before dawn!"

Before he had even eaten half a sweet potato, his mother, Yang Ruihua, called him to go find Yan Jiekuang.

Helpless, Yan Jiefang had no choice but to put down his water glass and leave the room.