Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

"I must say, Master He, your cooking skills are quite impressive!"

"As long as you enjoy the food, Xiao Lin, you can come over for breakfast from now on, so you won't have to cook for yourself."

"Alright, don't tempt me, Master He. It's fine to come every day for a meal, but not every day. You don't know, our workplace is different from other places. We only have a few yuan of pocket money a month, and I spend it all on cigarettes. I can't afford to eat steamed buns every day."

"You're being too polite, Xiaolin. How could I possibly take your money? We're neighbors, so please feel free to come over and eat!"

He Daqing wasn't just being polite.

As long as Lin Weidong doesn't mind, and it can even help repair the relationship between the two families, he's willing to give a few steamed buns a day, and he can afford it.

Lin Weidong... really did find it disgusting.

His appetite has been spoiled by the clones; He Daqing's cooking skills are indeed quite good.

But the filling in the buns... it's hard to imagine it being any good meat, otherwise the cost would be prohibitive, and using scraps would be considered conscientious.

There are plenty of good ingredients in the space; he has better choices. There's no need to cut back on himself!

Looking at He Daqing, whose face was full of expectation and whose eyes were full of joy, Lin Weidong offered him a cigarette.

"I'm not trying to be a jerk, Lao He, it wouldn't be appropriate not to spend money. I understand your intentions, and you don't need to try to please me because of what happened last time; that's all in the past!"

"Hey! That's good, that's good... cough cough, I meant two more, Kobayashi, there's plenty, you're full!"

"I'm full, I don't eat much anyway. Okay, you go ahead and do your thing, Lao He. I'm going to work now. We'll chat again when we're free."

Lights began to come on in the houses in the courtyard, and Lin Weidong, satisfied, pushed his cart away.

With this reassuring message this morning, He Daqing must be feeling much more relaxed.

He Daqing felt more than just relaxed; it was as if a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. As he walked down the street carrying his load, he felt that even the air smelled sweet.

When he's in a good mood, even his expressionless face shows a hint of a smile when he meets customers.

When He Yuzhu returned home, he was quite surprised to find himself washing pots and pans and scrubbing the stove.

"Why are you back so early today, Dad? Did no one buy anything?"

"What? Nobody's buying? They're all sold out! How could nobody buy the steamed buns your dad makes?"

He Daqing glanced at his son with annoyance, reached out and scooped up a ladle of cold water from the water vat, then gulped it down with gusto.

Wiping his mouth, he thought of the time his son had mentioned and the sold-out buns, and suddenly realized that he was really lucky today!

As the saying goes, good things happen and people are in high spirits; a smile always brings good luck!

He Daqing's experience today was relatively normal. The only problem was that his good fortune came from Lin Weidong's deliberate guidance. It was an overspending, and there would be consequences later.

Meanwhile, the Yi family, diagonally opposite his, were also in good spirits, with Mr. and Mrs. Yi Zhonghai.

After taking the deaf old lady around for two days in a row, I could see that she was in a better mood and was smiling all day long. She had become completely addicted to the tour.

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Yi Zhonghai looked forward to it and dreamed about it.

Across the street, Jia Dongxu, though strapped for cash and unable to relax at the gambling den, made significant progress at work thanks to Lin Haizhong's sincere guidance, securing his position as the eldest disciple.

When life is unsatisfactory, work can barely make up for it.

The master and apprentice even dreamed of the future: one would become an eighth-grade worker, earning a monthly salary of over a hundred yuan, making others envious; the other would become a factory manager, leading a group and becoming a prominent figure in the courtyard and even the steel rolling mill.

In the courtyard house, everyone's lives seemed to be progressing as expected, getting better and better.

Even Xu Damao, who was inexplicably covered in a sack in his backyard, also experienced a resurgence of good fortune after recovering from his injuries.

Xu Fugui has been busy with work lately, and his mother can't control him. The budding young Xu Damao goes out early and comes home late, spending his days with a group of classmates and friends in the park, trying to emulate the locals by taking pictures of women and girls. He gets so excited that he breaks out in pimples on his face.

No one knew, nor were they aware, that there was a reason and a price to pay for all of this.

"I will not offend others unless they offend me" is just a moral principle that ordinary people follow. But Lin Weidong... theoretically speaking, is no longer an ordinary person.

He had the ability and the leisure to train the birds he disliked, so naturally he wouldn't let them off so easily, especially since some of them were oblivious to the situation and arrogant enough to offend him.

Scheming against the birds was no different from dealing with Fan Jinyou; Lin Weidong felt no psychological burden whatsoever, which was also where his amusement came from after his tedious work.

In this way, he can also train his mindset and unleash the dark side of his mind that is growing stronger behind the system.

Playing the field is a rather dangerous mentality, and the fact that it could be brought under control in the hutongs of Beijing is a testament to the significant contributions of Yi Zhonghai and others.

While brainwashing them, Lin Weidong was also brainwashing and convincing himself.

……

The second weekend of April was sunny...perfect for a duel.

That day, everyone in the courtyard went about their activities as usual.

Qianmen acted as planned and came looking for them.

"Xiao Yan, call out that He Daqing guy, we want to question him!"

Upon seeing the poor relative from the old film again, Yan Bugui's reaction was indifferent, but upon hearing these words, he felt a surge of resentment for no reason.

Everyone in the compound knows that if someone asks you to run errands, you have to get something in return.

And what did you call me? I'm a teacher, don't you know that?

Yan Bugui's eyes, hidden behind his glasses, held a hint of disdain as he replied indifferently.

"I didn't check if He Daqing was there or not. Why don't you just go in and find him?"

"Hey! What are you doing, kid..." Before Pian'erye could finish his dissatisfying reprimand, Cai Quanwu interrupted him by tugging at his sleeve.

Why does this old movie love to flaunt its presence so much?

Cai Quanwu muttered to himself, snatched half a pack of cigarettes from Fan Jinyou's hand, and approached Yan Bugui as if offering a gift.

"Teacher Yan, you smoke, can you do us a favor? We have something important to discuss with him."

"Master Cai, you really know how to handle things. Some people just don't know how to write the word 'respect'."

Yan Bugui returned the favor by no longer addressing Cai Quanwu by his full name. He lit a cigarette, glanced at the old film, and then asked about the reason.

"By the way, what do you want with He Daqing? Is someone planning a banquet? Didn't we agree that you should tell me first...?"

Cai Quanwu was almost defeated by him, and slapped his forehead helplessly.

"That's not it, you can handle that later. Just help me call him out first!"

Yan Bugui clicked his tongue in disappointment, but still turned and walked towards the Intermediate Court. After all, he was paid to do things for others!

He has always kept his word.

"Hey! This kid just annoyed me, huh? I'm his uncle, you idiot!"

The old man was provoked by the look in Yan Bugui's eyes when he left, and he pointed at himself with an incredulous expression.

Master Niu knew his drinking buddy's character perfectly well, and he was even more clear about who was right and who was wrong. You didn't really want to acknowledge this relationship as a true relative, so why bother with these things?

He gave a perfunctory reply.

"Why bother with a distant relative like him? Just ignore it, like he farted, right, Xiao Cai?"

Cai Quanwu didn't agree; he was currently annoyed with Fan Jinyou along with Qiangzi.