Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

In the front yard, Uncle Yan Bugui was sweeping the yard idly with a broken broom.

When he heard that distinctive "rustling" sound approaching from afar, he instinctively looked up and froze instantly!

The broken broom in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter, his eyes behind his small glasses widened, and his mouth unconsciously opened into an "O" shape!

Brand new! Shiny and shiny! A Forever brand 28-inch motorcycle! The gleaming silver "Forever" logo on the handlebars was almost blinding in the sunset!

"Aid...Aid Korea...This...This is..." Yan Bugui's voice changed, trembling with disbelief.

The shock from yesterday's meat and Moutai feast hasn't even been fully digested, and now there's something even bigger?!

He Yuanchao deftly applied the brakes, bringing the car to a steady stop in the center of the front yard.

He touched the ground with one foot, his movements swift and agile.

"Uncle, are you sweeping?" He Yuanchao asked casually, with a hint of a smile.

Yan Bugui then seemed to wake from a dream, looking at the steel vehicle before him that symbolized wealth and status, and then thinking back to the unforgettable feast he had yesterday...

An indescribable excitement and a sense of pride suddenly surged into his head! He didn't bother to pick up the broom, rubbed his hands together, and his face was full of an almost fawning smile as he walked a few steps to the bicycle.

"Oh my god! Yuanchao! This...this is really your car? Forever license plate! A 28-inch motorcycle!"

Yan Bugui's voice rose with excitement, echoing throughout the front yard, "Great! Great! Our yard... our yard finally has a decent bicycle! And it's a Forever brand! Yuanchao, you've really brought honor to our yard! You're so promising! So promising!" As he spoke, he carefully stretched out his finger, wanting to touch the gleaming paint but not daring to, as if it were some rare treasure.

His loud voice was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake!

The tattered curtain of the Jia family's door in the middle courtyard was suddenly flung open, revealing Jia Zhangshi's pale, swollen face, which looked exhausted and filled with resentment.

She leaned against the door frame, her legs still trembling slightly, clearly exhausted from 24 hours of "Splatoon" life.

When her cloudy, triangular eyes saw the brand-new Forever 28 bicycle in the center of the front yard, and He Yuanchao standing beside it, full of vigor, a surge of anger mixed with boundless jealousy and hatred suddenly rose up!

"Pah!" She spat fiercely, her voice hoarse and dry, yet still full of malice. "What are you showing off for? You show-off! So what if you ride a beat-up bike? You'll crash and die sooner or later, you childless bastard! You'll die a horrible death!"

She dared not curse loudly, but could only mutter curses in a low voice, her eyes like poisoned knives.

Banggeng also peeked halfway out from behind the curtain, his little face sallow, his eyes looking at the brand-new bicycle with a complex mix of longing and a twisted jealousy.

He remembered the delicious-smelling meat porridge he had made that morning, then looked at the imposing bicycle, and then thought about his family's dire situation where they could barely afford cornbread. His little fists clenched tightly.

Exhausted, Qin Huairu had just entered the moon gate of the central courtyard when she saw the dazzling scene in the front yard—a brand-new bicycle, Uncle San excitedly rubbing his hands around the bicycle, and a man pushing the bicycle who was as dazzling as the sun.

She felt a sudden darkness before her eyes, and a tremendous sense of bitterness and despair instantly gripped her heart!

The bicycle… the fifth-grade worker… the Quanjude restaurant’s treat… the young female worker’s advances… all of this should have been hers! But she pushed it away and discarded it like trash!

Intense remorse, like a poisonous vine, instantly tightened around her throat, making it impossible for her to breathe.

She suddenly lowered her head, quickened her pace, and rushed back to her low-ceilinged west wing room as if fleeing, as if a raging flood or ferocious beast was chasing her.

In the backyard, the deaf old woman stood shakily at her own door, leaning on her cane.

His dim old eyes looked at the brand-new bicycle in the front yard. His wrinkled face was expressionless, but he smacked his toothless lips, and a faint, almost imperceptible glimmer seemed to flash in his cloudy eyes.

Uncle Liu Haizhong, with his protruding belly, strolled out of the main house in the front yard. When he saw the brand-new Forever 28-inch bicycle, a flash of extreme jealousy crossed his fat face, which was quickly replaced by a fake "leader-like" smile: "Oh! You're back from the Korean War? You bought a bicycle? And a Forever brand? Good! Good! Young man, you're capable! You've brought honor to our compound!" He spoke eloquently, but his eyes couldn't help but linger on the gleaming bicycle, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

Xu Damao pushed his old bicycle into the yard and saw He Yuanchao's brand-new Forever 28 bicycle. Looking at his own broken bicycle, which rattled everywhere except for the bell, he immediately felt ashamed.

He chuckled dryly, "Hey, North Korea brother, not bad! You've upgraded from a slingshot to a cannon! This vehicle is really impressive!" The sourness in his tone was impossible to hide.

The entire courtyard was thrown into an unprecedented uproar because of a brand-new Forever brand 28-inch motorcycle! Envy, jealousy, resentment, awe, scheming... all sorts of emotions surged like undercurrents in this small paradise of beasts.

He Yuanchao took in everyone's reactions, and the mocking smile on his lips deepened.

He patted the car seat and said to Yan Bugui, whose face was flushed with excitement, "Third Uncle, please move aside, I'm pushing it to the backyard."

"Hey! Good! Good!" Yan Bugui snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped aside, his eyes still glued to the bicycle, muttering to himself, "Great bike! Really a great bike! Yuanchao, another day... another day I'll let Third Uncle touch it too... just touch it..."

He Yuanchao ignored them, pushing this heavy steel steed, a symbol of a new beginning, under the "escort" of the complex gazes of the beasts in the yard.

He walked steadily through the central courtyard, where an ominous atmosphere still lingered, and headed towards the backyard, towards his small, cramped side room, which no one dared to underestimate anymore.

The golden rays of the setting sun shone on his tall, straight back and the brand-new car, casting a long shadow.

Where the shadows fell, it seemed as if even the long-standing gloom and scheming of the courtyard were temporarily dispelled.

The era belonging to He Yuanchao had just begun, accompanied by the crisp sound of the bicycle bell.

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