The Courtyard House: The story begins with He Yuzhu beating up the White Widow.

"Waaah..."

"Kutsukuts..."

The train sped along the tracks, and He Zhu seemed to be awakened by the train's whistle. He opened his eyes and saw a little girl nestled in his arms.

"Ding!" Just as He Zhu was looking completely bewildered, a notification sound rang in his mind. Then, a slightly playful electronic voice announced: "Congratulations, host, on becoming the 1314438520th person to enter the courtyard world survival experience. I am your personal service system, Greyhound. Depending on the environment, you can communicate with me through thought!"

Without a second thought, He Zhu asked directly, "I want to go back! I don't want to stay in this world!"

"I'm very sorry! Your body in the original world has already been cremated. We cannot fulfill your request."

He Zhu asked unwillingly, "How long have I been here?! They cremated me over there?! Who are you kidding?!"

"Sorry! There is a spacetime discrepancy between the two realms."

As if giving in, He Zhu then asked, "So what can you do?!"

The system fell silent for a moment. After a few seconds, the system's voice rang out: "Mission issued: Host to replace He Yuzhu..."

Upon hearing the name "He Yuzhu," He Zhu immediately lost his composure! Somewhat incredulously, he asked, "Wait! Who are you saying I'm replacing?!"

"He Yuzhu!"

He Zhu pressed on, "Why He Yuzhu?! Couldn't it be someone else?!"

"You look more like He Yuzhu! If you had a long face, you might have become Xu Damao. Anyway, you've already become He Yuzhu, you have no choice!"

He Zhu said, "Yes! I'll commit suicide! And start over again."

"Suicide is impossible to repeat. One can only be annihilated. Completing the mission allows for reincarnation."

"Why do I feel like I've been tricked?" He Zhu couldn't help but mutter to himself.

The system continued, "Mission issued: The host will take over He Yuzhu's life in the courtyard world, living a long and healthy life with many children and grandchildren. Furthermore, the host will alter He Yushui's life trajectory."

He Zhu thought to himself, "Before I transmigrated, I watched the TV series about courtyard houses at least twice, and I've read at least fifty, if not a hundred, novels about them. It wouldn't be difficult for He Yuzhu to live to a ripe old age in courtyard number 95. The difficulty lies in getting married. Nobody in courtyard number 95 wants He Yuzhu to get married. Even that deaf old lady who's been trying to get He Yuzhu into trouble doesn't really want him to get married. Because in that era, couples without children habitually blame the woman for not being able to have children. The deaf old lady is actually using Lou Xiao'e as a pretext..." It's all in He Yuzhu's heart. Unfortunately, the deaf old lady, despite her meticulous planning, hadn't anticipated that the Lou family would flee Beijing. If He Yuzhu moved from courtyard number 95 to another place, finding a place to live would be difficult. Even if the housing problem was solved, the people in courtyard number 95 would find other ways to keep He Yuzhu. They couldn't just stand by and watch such a powerful figure escape. It's tough! It's really tough! Why did I have to come here of all places?! Oh well, since I'm here, I might as well make the best of it. I'll get through this first, then go back to Beijing and deal with those bastards in the courtyards!

"The mission has been issued, and the auxiliary gift pack is being distributed."

"Delivery successful. Host's memories have merged with the original owner's!"

He Zhu suddenly felt a piercing pain in his head. The pain came quickly and went quickly. Soon, many memories of He Yuzhu flooded He Zhu's mind. It was early December 1951. At the end of last month, He Daqing absconded with the family property and ran off with the widow Bai. He Yuzhu, who was working as an apprentice at Fengzeyuan, came home that evening and found He Daqing not at home. He Yuzhu didn't think much of it. He Daqing had been making up for it every few days, and He Yuzhu had gotten used to it. He Yuzhu served He Yushui dinner, washed the dishes, and went straight to bed.

The next morning, Yi Zhonghai came to his door, and He Yuzhu learned that He Daqing had run off with the widow. He Yuzhu, along with He Yushui, who was crying and shouting for her father, went everywhere to inquire about He Daqing's address. It wasn't until noon yesterday that Yi Zhonghai found He Yuzhu and told him the information he had "discovered." He even very "thoughtfully" advised He Yuzhu to take He Yushui and find He Daqing. He even bought He Yuzhu train tickets, giving him only enough money for a return ticket and four steamed buns, and put He Yuzhu and her brother on the train from Beijing to Baoding.

He Yuzhu probably hadn't slept well for a while. He boarded the train, took out some cornbread, and ate a simple meal with He Yushui. To stave off hunger and keep warm, He Yuzhu and He Yushui snuggled together and fell asleep in their seats. Little did they know that He Yuzhu would sleep away and never wake up.

When He Zhu retrieved information about He Yuzhu's mother from He Yuzhu's memories, he discovered that there was a reason why He Yuzhu had become Qin Huairu's devoted admirer. It turned out that Qin Huairu bore a striking resemblance to He Yuzhu's deceased mother, Zhang Bingxue. However, one thing was very strange: He Yuzhu's memories contained no information about his mother's family!

"Memory fusion successful. System temporarily disconnected!"

"Stripped away?! What does that mean?! Did the system run away?! Hey! System! System!" No matter how He Zhu called out, the system didn't respond. He Zhu looked at He Yushui, whose face was streaked with tears, and whose child was sleeping. He sighed silently and thought to himself, "Little girl, from now on I'm your brother! I will definitely take good care of you. From this moment on, I am He Yuzhu!"

After a while, He Yuzhu remembered the auxiliary gift pack and silently said, "Open the gift pack." Then, an oval crystal, a small porcelain bottle, and a bamboo scroll appeared in He Yuzhu's mind. First, the crystal merged into He Yuzhu's consciousness. Only then did He Yuzhu realize that, apart from the small porcelain bottle and bamboo scroll which belonged to his auxiliary gift pack, this special crystal was something the system had taken from other transmigrators. This crystal was used to activate his spatial ability. As for what was inside the space, He Yuzhu didn't know yet. However, the divine sense accompanying the ability was extremely powerful; with just a thought, He Yuzhu could instantly cover the entire train. The people, things, and every movement of the people on the train could not escape He Yuzhu's divine sense.

Then, He Yuzhu used his divine sense to open the small porcelain bottle, and the pill inside instantly entered his mouth. This pill was a power-boosting pill. After swallowing it, his strength would gradually increase to thirty times his original strength within three days.

The last bamboo scroll was titled "Martial Canon," a comprehensive guide to martial arts. It contained all the martial arts techniques circulating in the market. However, like a powerful elixir, the "Martial Canon" required time to integrate. The integration period for the "Martial Canon" was one month. In other words, after one month, He Yuzhu would become a true grandmaster.

However, with He Yuzhu's current strength, he is more than capable of handling what happens next.

After a long journey of nearly eight hours, the train arrived at Baocheng Railway Station at two or three in the morning. He Yuzhu carried the still-sleeping He Yushui off the train.

Just as he was about to leave the train station, He Yuzhu approached a station staff member, pulled out the address Yi Zhonghai had given him, and said, "Excuse me, sir! Could you tell me how to get to this address?"

The staff member took the address from He Yuzhu, looked at it, and said, "After you get off the train, keep walking straight, turn left after three intersections, then cross a bridge. Ask around there."

"Thank you, comrade!" He Yuzhu put away the note with the address written on it, and continued walking out of the station with He Yushui, who was still fast asleep in his arms.