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

Seeing that Yi Zhonghai was like an ant on a hot pan, giving off an air of constant anxiety, the old lady gave a soft hum, reassuring him: "Don't worry! Even if Jiao Laosan reveals their family's embarrassing secrets, he won't betray us."

"Really?!" Yi Zhonghai's eyes lit up immediately. The deaf old lady continued, "When have I ever lied to you?! Just don't panic." Then, changing the subject, she continued, "But speaking of which, that kid He Yuzhu really can't be kept around any longer. We must find a way to get rid of him."

Yi Zhonghai said with a grave expression, "Grandma, I'm afraid this matter won't be easy to handle!"

The deaf old woman understood Yi Zhonghai's meaning. With a calm demeanor, she said, "When you walk by the river, you're bound to get your shoes wet. He might escape this time, but can he escape next time?! These days, the world is relatively peaceful. But there are still some unsafe places on the road. Isn't he working as a purchasing agent now?! What purchasing agent doesn't run out of town?! I don't need to tell you what to do next, do I?!"

Yi Zhonghai immediately understood and said with a smile, "Grandma, don't worry! I know what to do."

Just after 10 p.m., seeing that He Yushui was already fast asleep, He Yuzhu channeled his spiritual sense into his spatial dimension. He retrieved the leftover newspapers from the previous complaint letters and created another one within the dimension, attaching a map of the secret room and its entrance. Then, He Yuzhu remembered the legendary Granny Fang. He added a sentence at the end of the complaint letter. Having finished, He Yuzhu dressed and cautiously went out.

Upon arriving near the Military Control Commission, He Yuzhu immediately used his divine sense to locate Wang Xia's office and placed the report letter on her desk. After finishing this task, He Yuzhu didn't rush back. Instead, he went to the black market near Tianqiao. Before the era of unified purchase and distribution, the mule and horse market in Beijing was still operating. Although He Yuzhu had a considerable amount of stuff in his spatial storage, it would run out once used. Therefore, He Yuzhu planned to use this downtime to purchase more items and stockpile them in his space. A few days ago, He Yuzhu conducted an experiment. His space was a large-scale zero-degree preservation space. Things put in remained exactly as they were taken out. Putting living things in was tantamount to euthanasia. Last time, He Yuzhu emptied his space of compressed biscuits and most of the regular biscuits, freeing up many empty containers for storage. He Yuzhu's reason for going to the black market was to exchange gold bars for some money. If he could encounter a black market rip-off, that would be even better.

Just after 11 p.m., He Yuzhu arrived near the black market. He took out a scarf to cover most of his face, then walked towards the alley where the black market was located.

"Halt!" He Yuzhu had just reached the entrance to the black market when two men blocked his path. A tall, thin man asked, "Buying or selling?!"

He Yuzhu replied, "Buy."

The tall, thin man replied, "One cent!"

He Yuzhu took out a dime and handed it over. The tall, thin man took the money and said, "Run faster when you hear the whistle."

He Yuzhu nodded, and without saying anything more, walked directly past the gatekeeper of the black market.

The black market now sells a considerable amount of goods, but it's still far from what it was after the rationing system was implemented. He Yuzhu found a gold dealer and asked, "What's the price today?!"

The gold dealer asked, "Are you buying or selling?!"

He Yuzhu uttered a single word: "Buy!"

The gold dealer replied, "Three yuan and fifty cents."

He Yuzhu thought for a moment, then took out a large yellow croaker from his pocket and handed it over.

The gold dealer's eyes lit up when he saw the large yellow croaker, and he exclaimed, "Brother, that's quite a move!"

He Yuzhu didn't waste any more words with him and asked directly, "Will you accept it?!"

"Sure!" the gold dealer readily agreed, taking the large yellow croaker and biting it to confirm its authenticity. He then pulled out a wad of cash and handed it to He Yuzhu, saying, "Here's a thousand." He then took out another wad of cash, counted out a hundred dollars, and handed it to He Yuzhu, saying, "Next time you have more stock, don't forget to come find me."

"Hmm!" He Yuzhu put away the money, looked around, and turned to leave.

After walking for a short while, He Yuzhu arrived at the pork stall. The stall owner asked, "Want some meat?!"

He Yuzhu asked, "What's the price?!"

The stall owner replied, "One yuan and fifty cents."

He Yuzhu asked, "Can you give me a discount if I take them all?!"

"You want them all?!" The stall owner glanced at He Yuzhu unconsciously and said, "I'll give you a discount of two mao, so it's one dollar and thirty cents."

He Yuzhu said, "How about 1.2 yuan?!"

The stall owner thought about it carefully and nodded, saying, "Alright! I slaughtered three pigs today, a total of 572 jin, let's say 570 jin. I just sold 20 jin. Now there are 550 jin left."

He Yuzhu took out a wad of cash, counted out 660 yuan, and handed it to the stall owner. The stall owner took the money, counted it to make sure it was the correct amount, then put the money in his pocket. He quickly grabbed a basket from the side and put all the meat from the table into it. The stall owner handed the basket to He Yuzhu and said, "Come with me!"

He Yuzhu took the basket and followed the stall owner into the alley next to him.

They say there's always a way to circumvent policies, and these black market operators certainly know how. To avoid being caught, they rented houses in the alley where the black market was located as storage. He Yuzhu followed the stall owner to the gate of a courtyard. The stall owner knocked lightly on the door a few times. Presumably a code, the person inside quickly opened the door.

The stall owner led He Yuzhu into the courtyard, pointed to the pork on the ground, and said, "The rest of the pork is here." Then he asked, "How are you going to take it?!"

He Yuzhu didn't waste any time. He took out a rope, tied the meat into two bundles, and then lifted one bundle in each hand, thinking to himself, "Without thirty times the strength, I really couldn't move this meat." He then looked at the stall owner and asked, "If I want more meat, where can I find it again?!"

The stall owner replied, "There's an old man selling large bowls of tea near the entrance of Beihai Park. Just tell him how much meat you want. You can come pick it up tonight."

"I've got it!" He Yuzhu said as he walked out of the yard carrying the meat.

When He Yuzhu sold steamed buns in Beijing, he practically traversed most of the city. He knew every alleyway like the back of his hand. Just as He Yuzhu stepped out of an alley carrying the meat, he sensed someone following him. He immediately quickened his pace, quickly running into another alley, simultaneously storing the meat in his spatial storage, and then climbing a tree near the alley entrance.