The Courtyard House: He Yuzhu Returns with Boundless Hatred for Revenge

Call the police? Call your ass! If this had happened to Liu Haizhong or Yi Zhonghai, maybe calling the police would have been useful, but you, Yan Bugui, don't you even know what kind of person you are!

He was an old-fashioned intellectual, a "stinking intellectual," whose class background clearly indicated he was a small business owner or a "shabby household."

In contrast, He Yuzhu, a three-generation farmer, holds a top position in the countryside, even higher than the well-known poor peasants.

The Party Constitution clearly states that one is to play a leading and supervisory role, and the other is to be supervised and reformed.

If the police station or the neighborhood committee were to come, without asking any questions, they would probably just say something to Yan Bugui.

"Putting aside the facts, aren't you also right?"

In any case, this old dog can only swallow its pride and suffer the consequences today!

Seeing Yan Bugui's evasive gaze and his refusal to meet his eyes, He Yuzhu chuckled, cracking his neck with a crisp sound. He glanced around at the group of beasts, feeling somewhat bored; damn it, not a single one of them was any good.

The night deepened, and the wind grew colder. Most of the people in the courtyard had already dispersed, and even Old Man Fang and the others on the wall couldn't withstand the cold and went home. Only Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong, Yan Bugui, and the core beasts of the Jia family remained, frozen in place, neither daring to go forward nor willing to give up, and even more afraid that He Yuzhu would find another excuse to cause trouble.

He Yuzhu was too lazy to pay them any more attention. After causing trouble all night, he was also a bit tired and prepared to go back to his room to comfort his frightened sister before getting a good night's sleep. He turned around and walked towards his own bedroom door.

However, just as he took a step, a hoarse voice suddenly rang out, breaking the silence of the scene!

"Don't leave! He Yuzhu, you heartless little devil, you can't leave!"

Jia Zhangshi suddenly jumped out, her fat face contorted, her triangular eyes filled with madness and resentment. She watched helplessly as the house, lunchbox, and money that were within her grasp vanished, and her son and grandson were beaten horribly. The old and new grudges, coupled with the immense disappointment of her unfulfilled greed, instantly overwhelmed her already dwindling rationality.

He rushed to He Yuzhu's door, plopped down on the ground, pounded the cold earth with his hands, and unleashed the Jia family's ancestral summoning technique at the top of his lungs.

"Old Jia! Open your eyes and see! Our Jia family is being bullied to the point of starvation! Your son and grandson have been beaten by that little beast! He Yuzhu, that heartless man, has taken over our house and stolen our food; he's trying to drive our whole family to our deaths!"

"If you don't pay me back! If you don't pay me back the house! If you don't obediently return the lunchbox! I'll hang myself right here at your He family's doorstep today! I'll haunt your He family even as a ghost! Old Jia, wait for me, I'm coming down to join you, to make sure that childless, lineless brat and that money-loser suffer a horrible death...!"

This vicious curse caused Yi Zhonghai and the others, who had just relaxed, to change their expressions again, realizing they were in trouble! This foolish woman, wasn't tonight chaotic enough? Why did she have to provoke that evil star again!

Contrary to everyone's expectations, He Yuzhu did not immediately return to the Zhang family to confront them. Instead, he did not turn back, but instead pushed open the door and walked into his own house, leaving only a loud bang as the door closed.

An eerie silence fell over the courtyard, broken only by Jia Zhangshi's increasingly loud curses drifting in the night wind. The group exchanged glances, their hearts filled with confusion.

Did He Yuzhu finally give up? Did he realize he couldn't defy public anger and didn't want to push things too far? Or had he finally grown tired after causing trouble all night and decided to let it go?

When Jia Zhangshi saw that He Yuzhu had actually backed down, she became even more arrogant. She slapped her thigh and cursed even more vigorously. Her foul language was like a flood that had burst its banks, cursing all eighteen generations of He's ancestors. She swore that she would hang herself at the door of the He family and that she would haunt He Yuzhu and his sister even as a ghost.

However, when He Yuzhu opened the door again, everyone realized how wrong their previous idea had been.

When He Yuzhu reappeared at the door, he had a bundle of hemp rope in his hand. He walked up to Jia Zhangshi, who was chanting incantations with her eyes closed, tied a knot without even looking at her, put it directly over Jia Zhangshi's head, and then grabbed Jia Zhangshi by the back of her neck and dragged her toward the Jia family's door.

"What are you doing? Sha Zhu, you're killing me! Help!" Jia Zhangshi finally reacted, letting out a shrill scream like a pig being slaughtered, rubbing her hands and feet against the ground, struggling desperately.

"Mom!" Upon seeing this, Jia Dongxu's eyes widened in horror. He disregarded his fear of He Yuzhu and rushed forward with a howl.

He Yuzhu didn't even turn his head, but kicked out directly, hitting Jia Dongxu squarely in the stomach. Jia Dongxu was sent flying, falling to the ground and curling up in a ball, clutching his stomach, unable to even cry out in pain.

Seeing Jia Dongxu's miserable state, no one dared to step forward to stop him. They just watched as He Yuzhu dragged a two-hundred-pound fat pig toward the Jia family's gate, leaving a deep rut on the ground.

He Yuzhu dragged the still struggling Jia Zhangshi straight to the Jia family's door. He raised his foot and kicked the wooden door of the Jia family's house hard!

With a loud crash, the door suddenly slammed open, hit the wall, and bounced back.

He Yuzhu glanced upwards, then suddenly swung his arm, swinging the other end of the rope over the doorframe. He grabbed the rope with one hand and pulled downwards!

Jia Zhangshi's entire body was thrown into the air. He Yuzhu had specially made a special rope noose to ensure that no one would die in a short time. He just watched as Jia Zhangshi, like a chicken with its neck strangled, kicked its legs wildly in the air.

The entire courtyard was deathly silent, save for the sounds of Jia Zhangshi kicking her legs and the creaking of the ropes against the door frame.

Jia Dongxu made one last effort, but it was all in vain. He was slapped away again and lay on the ground, watching helplessly as his mother struggled. He didn't even have the strength to get up and could only let out desperate sobs. Qin Huairu was already terrified. She hugged the equally terrified Banggeng, huddled in the corner, trembling, and didn't dare to look towards the door.

The group of beasts were utterly pale, their bodies trembling like leaves. Everyone was terrified by He Yuzhu's madness tonight; he looked like a vengeful ghost. What kind of scheme was this?! After tonight, mentioning He Yuzhu's name in this courtyard would stop even a three-year-old from crying! Most of the residents in the courtyard were already terrified of He Yuzhu; from now on, they would avoid him at all costs.

He Yuzhu held on like that until Jia Zhangshi defecated and urinated, and the stench hit him before he let go.

With a "thud," Jia Zhangshi fell down, and the ground shook three times.

He Yuzhu also found the rope extremely unpleasant and shouted, "I don't want the rope anymore, consider it compensation to your Jia family!" Then he quickly walked into the house and slammed the door shut.