Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

"Hmph, Hao Jianguo, today I'm going to make you lose all face! Try to fight me? Who do you think you are! If I want you dead, you won't live! This time, not only you, but your wife and that little brat in her belly, none of them will get away with it!"

The deaf old woman cursed fiercely in her heart, but the scene before her eyes made her feel extremely happy.

Sha Zhu was even more eager to try, just waiting for Hao Jianguo to be knocked down so he could rush up and teach him a lesson.

"Utterly foolish!"

Seeing Jia Zhangshi baring her teeth and claws as she lunged at him, Hao Jianguo only gave a cold sneer, his eyes full of contempt.

"You're being used as a pawn without even realizing it, how laughable! Don't you even remember how your Jia family used to be with that deaf old woman?"

Since she was the one who brought this Taoist priest, how could she not know everything about your family? She's just taking advantage of your foolishness.

He spoke frankly, and after saying that, he ignored Jia Zhangshi and turned to look at Wang Daoren.

"No matter how eloquently you speak, I still maintain—where is the evidence?"

Wang Daoren frowned slightly, not expecting Hao Jianguo to be so troublesome, easily pointing out the crux of the matter.

But he was prepared and immediately retorted with a cold laugh, "You want evidence? Fine, I'll give you the evidence!"

After speaking, he took out a compass, made a hand gesture, and muttered incantations.

Seeing his serious demeanor, the crowd, who had already begun to believe him to some extent, became even more solemn.

"The feng shui of each of your houses has been damaged."

Three steps southeast of the Jia family's house lies the Yi Zhonghai family's house...

"Beside the well in front of Liu Haizhong's house."

"Three steps southeast of Yanbu Gui's house."

……

Wang Daoren recited the names of all the householders in the courtyard without missing a single word.

Despite his advanced age, he has an excellent memory.

During the day, he secretly memorized the names of each household and the layout of their houses, all for this moment.

Those whose names were called all trembled slightly, and when they looked at Wang Daoren again, their eyes were filled with a hint of fear.

After all the families in the courtyard had been counted, Wang Daoren slowly said:

"According to what I have said, if you dig in those directions, there should be 'good things' in the soil, which are the 'generous gifts' that Hao Jianguo has left for you all."

Upon hearing this, several impatient individuals could no longer contain themselves and grabbed shovels and hoes to start digging in their designated spots.

Jia Zhangshi rushed home in a panic, picked up her hoe, and after only a few strokes, she suddenly felt the hoe blade clang.

With a thud, it seemed as if something hard had been hit.

Jia Zhangshi hurriedly bent down and dug around in the mud with both hands, and actually dug out a dark red wooden plaque from the soil.

The name Jia Dongxu was clearly engraved on the sign, but it was brutally crossed out by a thick black ink mark, a shocking sight.

"Oh my god!"

The moment the wooden sign came into view, Jia Zhangshi trembled with shock.

At this point, there was no need for Wang Daoren to offer any further explanation. She was certain that this was a vicious curse cast by Hao Jianguo, specifically designed to harm the Jia family.

"I buried a rag doll underneath here!"

An exclamation came from the other end, and someone pulled a rag doll covered in fine needles from the ground.

People around were digging up rusty scissors, kitchen knives, and other items.

Liu Haizhong's legs went weak at the sight. At least the things others dug up were lifeless objects, but the thing under his feet was different—it had once been a living creature.

A chicken head.

A note was tightly held in the chicken's beak.

A chill ran down Liu Haizhong's spine. He forced himself to pick up the note and unfold it. There were three words scrawled on it: "No official career."

The moment his eyes fell on the handwriting, Liu Haizhong felt a buzzing in his head and his hair stand on end.

He suddenly turned his head and glared angrily in Hao Jianguo's direction.

Becoming an official was a long-held obsession for Liu Haizhong, yet it repeatedly slipped through his fingers.

He used to think it was just bad luck, but now it seems that it was no coincidence at all. Clearly, someone was sabotaging him in the dark, and this note is irrefutable proof!

"No wonder...no wonder Hao Jianguo got promoted so quickly, he actually stole my luck!"

Liu Haizhong gritted his teeth in hatred, glaring at Hao Jianguo with eyes that seemed to spit fire.

At this moment, he was absolutely convinced that Hao Jianguo was able to take that position entirely because he had taken away the official fortune that was rightfully his.

After this incident, the concept of feng shui took root in his mind.

Yan Bugui was equally shocked and furious.

He could hear everything around him clearly, and his heart was already pounding with anxiety.

Following the directions given by Wang Daoren, he dug up several handfuls of soil three steps to the southeast, but found nothing.

At first, he wondered to himself: Could it be that Wang Daoren miscalculated? Hao Jianguo didn't make a move against him?

Just as I was hesitating, Aunt San suddenly gasped and pointed to the ground with trembling hands.

"Old Yan, look... what is this?"

Yan Bugui looked in the direction she pointed, and when he saw the object in the soil, he almost choked on his own breath.

It turned out to be a small coin.

It was so small that it was half-hidden in the soil, which is why it was easily missed.

A rusted iron nail was pierced through the center of the coin.

Although there was no word of clue, Yan Bugui had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth by recalling the chicken head and note dug out of Liu Hai's hair.

He still refused to believe it—he had always flattered Hao Jianguo, so why would Hao Jianguo not even spare him?

Just then, Wang Daoren strolled over slowly.

Having witnessed what had happened before, Yan Bugui dared not be negligent any longer and hurriedly stepped forward, his voice filled with unease:

"Master Wang, what... what does this mean?"

Wang Daoren gave him a deep look, then sighed heavily, shook his head, and remained silent.

At this moment, Yan's third son felt a void in his chest, as if an invisible hand was repeatedly scratching at him, leaving him completely disoriented.

"Master Wang, please stop being so mysterious. What... what exactly does this mean?"

He finally couldn't hold back any longer and pressed for an answer.

The Taoist priest didn't respond, only glancing indifferently at his face before finally speaking after a long pause: "If I'm not mistaken, you and Hao Jianguo had quite a close relationship in the past, didn't you?"

Yan Laosan was taken aback by the question. Although he didn't understand why, he nodded nonetheless.

"It's a pity. You treated him like a brother, but he used you as a stepping stone."

A faint smile played on the Taoist's lips as he picked up the coin with the hole in it. "See that? It's pierced through the hole. That's called a 'money-losing gate'."

Your family's path to wealth has long been punctured by this nail, and it's all flowing into other people's pockets.

He paused, his tone as casual as if he were chatting about everyday matters: "Think about it more carefully, in the past year or two, has the family income increased by even half a cent?"

The method was actually quite simple—give it enough time, and every family has its share of troubles. But with his touch, those trivial losses suddenly turned into shocking holes.

After the Taoist finished speaking, he put his hands behind his back and strolled outside.

"That's absolutely right!"

The woman standing nearby immediately came over and slapped her thigh in a serious tone, "The wage increase last year was clearly a done deal, but it fell through at the last minute."

Looking back now, it must have been this evil spirit causing all this trouble!

Yan Laosan's face darkened completely. He looked up at Hao Jianguo, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After the Taoist priest's guidance, the way everyone in the courtyard looked at Hao Jianguo gradually changed.

The previous peace vanished, replaced by suspicion and resentment—as if someone had truly stolen food from their bowls.

In the corner, Sha Zhu took in all of this, and a fire secretly burned in his heart.

Once these people in the hospital stop protecting Hao Jianguo, things will be much easier to handle from now on.

"You, Hao Jianguo, you're so insidious!"

He suddenly sprang forward, his finger almost poking the other man's nose. "We all live in the same courtyard, and you resort to such despicable tactics? Everyone was speaking up for you before, but now we all see clearly—who else could it be but you!"

He became more and more excited as he spoke, turning around and bowing to those around him: "I, Shazhu, may be a bit of a fool usually, but I have a clear head when it comes to matters of right and wrong! Think about it, how did Hao Jianguo suddenly become so successful? He used to be the one in the courtyard who was the poorest."

"It hasn't been long, and it's already thriving and enjoying great success."

I was puzzled at first, wondering if he had some stroke of luck. Bah! Now I understand, it wasn't luck at all; he clearly climbed up by stepping on our backs!

He yelled so loudly that the veins in his neck bulged and spittle flew everywhere.

"Look at our current situation! Those he's targeted are either impoverished, injured, have no hope of promotion, or have a bleak future—all because he's drained our luck! How can we let such a menace stay in the hospital?"

Sha Zhu felt his blood boiling.

If we can kick him out of this courtyard today, the factory will naturally have more ways to ruin his reputation in the future.

Although no one in the courtyard spoke up in agreement, their silent gazes had gathered into an invisible blanket of needles, densely piercing Hao Jianguo.

People's hearts are ultimately inclined to side with themselves—if anyone touches their cheese, they will fight back fiercely, even if it means tearing off their mask.

Hao Jianguo "smuggled"

This action has already crossed that line.

Although everyone hated Hao Jianguo to the core, a chill couldn't help but creep in—someone who could steal another's luck was considered a "demon."

That's considered mild.

For a moment, many people quietly moved away from him, afraid of getting even a little bit of him.

Yi Zhonghai took in the scene, a barely perceptible hint of smugness flashing across his lips.

He cleared his throat, put his hands behind his back, and strolled out slowly. When his gaze fell on Hao Jianguo's face, it was filled with cold sarcasm.

"Gentlemen, I know that some people may still have doubts and think that such claims are unfounded and not necessarily true."

But if everyone thinks about it carefully—if there really wasn't some connection, how did the examples of the Jia family and Sha Zhu come about?

Yi Zhonghai employed his long-standing skills of mediating disputes and taking sides, his words carrying that familiar "fairness" undertone.

"Why did we always target Hao Jianguo before? Wasn't it because we felt that his money and luck were ill-gotten? It's just a pity that he's too good at covering things up, which fooled everyone and made us look like the bad guys."

Now all the bad reputation falls on us, while he gets all the good credit—what kind of logic is that?

With these words, Yi Zhonghai positioned himself as the wronged party, while Hao Jianguo was branded as the insidious culprit.

The crowd, already seething with anger because of Sha Zhu's earlier words, were now stirred up by his words, and their anger flared up again.

Yi Zhonghai saw this and was secretly pleased.

This time, he was certain that Hao Jianguo would never be able to turn things around.

"Think about it again, everyone. Ever since Hao Jianguo became rich, whose life has really improved? Each and every one of these things is right in front of us!"

He continued to add fuel to the fire, his voice filled with heartache and indignation, "The root of the problem lies with Hao Jianguo!"

Hao Jianguo narrowed his eyes slightly, and his gaze toward Yi Zhonghai gradually hardened into a cold frost.

It seems that this time, they are determined to crush him.

He was about to speak when the deaf old lady hurriedly interrupted—she dared not let Hao Jianguo utter a sound, fearing that this excellent situation would be ruined by a single sentence.

"Hao Jianguo! You still want to deny it?"

The old woman's cane thumped loudly on the ground, her hoarse voice rising to a crescendo, almost piercing eardrums, "Everyone, look carefully! I, this old woman, have wronged you all in the past, but what I've done wasn't for this courtyard? Even if I were confused, would I steal your luck? No! But what about him?"

Her withered fingers jabbed straight at Hao Jianguo, her whole body trembling, as if she were furious: "He pretends to be harmless on the surface, but behind the scenes he's doing all sorts of shady things! He's the one who stirred up all this filth in the yard! He's the rotten apple that spoils the whole bunch!"

These words were like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan, instantly igniting everyone's emotions.

After the deaf old woman finished speaking, she glared at Hao Jianguo while panting heavily.

She had expected to see him panicked, guilty, and timid, but she was taken aback—Hao Jianguo remained standing there calmly, his expression so composed that it was almost indifferent, as if the fierce hostility before him was nothing more than a passing breeze.

"Oh?"

Hao Jianguo chuckled softly, a hint of mockery in his eyes. "Old lady, you've wasted so much breath just to make everyone hate me, haven't you? Since we've come this far, why not just say it—what exactly do you want?"

His nonchalant demeanor made it seem as if he were watching a monkey show.

The deaf old woman was furious, wishing she could tear his perpetually expressionless face to shreds.

She glared fiercely at Hao Jianguo and squeezed out the words through gritted teeth: "It's very simple—since you're the root of the problem, the hospital can't keep you here."

I propose that we must uproot this venomous fang, or none of us will have peace!