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

Whoosh!

[Ding! Fishing success! Caught: 1 bag of premium Thai fragrant rice (50 catties)! 1 bottle of refined tea oil (10 liters)!]

Looking at the bulging rice bags with foreign writing printed on them and the heavy oil drums that appeared out of nowhere in his consciousness space, He Yuanchao couldn't help but chuckle:

"System, are you worried I won't have enough to eat? But... good stuff! The more the merrier!"

The soft, sweet aroma of top-grade Thai fragrant rice and the refreshing and healthy scent of tea oil are the perfect commodities for improving one's quality of life.

"continue!"

Whoosh! The second cast is out!

This time, the fishing hook seemed to take a little longer to sink into the void, as if it were searching for some more "special" place.

Whoosh!

[Ding! Fishing successful! Caught: [Bad Luck Charm] x1!]

【Bad Luck Charm】: A disposable item.

Once the target is locked in by thought, this will cause the target to experience a "bad luck" event that is consistent with their current environment and logically self-consistent over a period of time. The intensity and duration of the effect depend on the target's luck and resistance.

A must-have for home and travel, and for punishing thieves! (Note: Effects are not cumulative, please use with caution.)

A dark yellow talisman, made of neither gold nor jade, cool to the touch, and covered with mysterious and twisted runes drawn in cinnabar, floated quietly in the system space.

"A bad luck charm?!"

He Yuanchao's eyes lit up, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

This thing... it's practically tailor-made for those beasts in the courtyard!

The effect is "encountering a 'bad luck' event that is consistent with its current environment and logically self-consistent"?

This is far more sophisticated than direct harm; it kills without bloodshed and harms people invisibly!

Moreover, the phrase "logical self-consistency" ensures that no outrageous supernatural phenomena will occur, minimizing the risk of exposing the system.

"Great stuff! This is a lifesaver!" He Yuanchao felt relieved, his gaze seemingly piercing through the wall and landing on a burly man busy in the cafeteria.

"Again!"

Woo! The third cast!

This time, after the fishing hook plunged into the void, the ripples that spread out seemed to carry a hint of...literary aura?

Whoosh!

[Ding! Fishing successful! Caught: Skill - [Master-level Writing]!]

[Master-level writing]: Integrating the essence of ancient and modern calligraphy masters, reaching the pinnacle of perfection.

Whether using a brush (seal script, clerical script, regular script, running script, cursive script), a fountain pen, or a pencil, one can wield the brush with ease, capturing both form and spirit, creating a unique style.

The brushstrokes are powerful and penetrating, conveying profound meaning.

One's handwriting reflects one's character; seeing one's handwriting is like seeing one's face. This skill, if possessed, is enough to astound the world!

boom!

A massive and refined stream of information instantly flooded into He Yuanchao's mind!

Countless insights into the movement of the brush, the control of force, the structure and layout, and the charm and artistic conception are etched into the depths of my soul like a brand!

Wang Xizhi's elegant and unrestrained style, Yan Zhenqing's majestic and profound style, Liu Gongquan's vigorous and powerful style, Mi Fu's multifaceted brushstrokes... the essence of calligraphers throughout history flows and merges in his consciousness!

He felt that he had reached a state of exquisite control over every single brush tip, and his wrist and fingers seemed to have been given a new life, possessing the power to turn the rotten into the magical!

He Yuanchao subconsciously reached out and grabbed at the air, as if he had grasped an invisible brush. With a slight movement of his wrist, he began to write in mid-air.

A profound, harmonious, and seemingly profound aura, as if containing the ultimate truths of heaven and earth, naturally flowed out.

"Having more skills is never a bad thing! In this era where diplomas are precious and handwriting is a status symbol, this handwriting is definitely a killer weapon!" He Yuanchao felt extremely pleased.

Three fishing trips provided enough food and oil to sustain their livelihood, talismans punished the wicked, and a skillful brush added depth to their lives; the harvest was truly perfect!

He took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions.

The confidence derived from the bad luck charm and masterful calligraphy made his overall demeanor seem more reserved and profound.

He pushed open the door and came out again.

"Yuanchao, have you got your things?" Yan Bugui greeted him with a smile.

"Hmm, just a little something."

He Yuanchao nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Yan brothers, who were still glaring indignantly at the direction of the Central Court, and the Arctic Ocean soda they were clutching like precious treasures in their hands. "Soda tastes better when it's chilled."

"Okay! We'll listen to Brother Yuanchao!"

The two brothers nodded quickly.

He Yuanchao said no more, and with a leap, the brand-new Forever 28 scooter sped out of the courtyard gate, leaving behind Jia Zhangshi's still relentless but weak curses, and the envious and awe-inspiring gazes of the Yan family.

……

The kitchen of the third canteen at Hongxing Steel Rolling Mill.

Sha Zhu, his face dark, was waving a large ladle as he stir-fried the large pot of vegetables in the wok.

The spatula banged against the edge of the pot, making a clanging sound, as if it had a grudge against that big iron pot.

The bloody scratches on his face from Jia Zhangshi were still very obvious, adding to his fierce appearance.

The kitchen helpers and apprentices around him kept their distance, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Damn it! What the hell is all this crap!" Sha Zhu cursed under his breath as he cooked.

He cursed He Yuanchao for being ruthless and heartless, cursed Yan Bugui's family for being sycophants, cursed Jia Zhangshi for being unreasonable, and even cursed himself for being inexplicably "scapegoated" last night.

What frustrated him the most was that he wanted to bring Sister Qin breakfast to explain in the morning, but not only did he fail to do so, he was also scolded by Jia Zhangshi. The resentful and cold look in Sister Qin's eyes when she left felt like a knife stabbing into his heart.

"Sister Qin must hate me to death... It's all that bastard He Yuanchao's fault! He must have done it!" Sha Zhu got angrier and angrier, and he gripped the pot even tighter, almost turning the cabbage stalks in the pot into a pulp.

Just then, a strong urge to defecate suddenly struck, accompanied by a sharp pain in my lower abdomen.

"Damn it! When it rains, it pours!" Sha Zhu cursed under his breath, quickly shoving the large ladle into the hands of an apprentice next to him. "Watch the fire! Don't burn it! I'm going to the outhouse!" With that, he clutched his stomach and rushed out of the steaming kitchen.

The public toilets in the steel rolling mill were the old-fashioned, long, dry toilets.

The structure is made of brick and stone, with asbestos tiles on top. Inside is a long row of squatting pits, separated by low walls only half a person's height.

It was during working hours, and there weren't many people in the restroom, but it was filled with a strong, pungent smell of ammonia and... other indescribable odors.

Sha Zhu rushed in, clutching his stomach. He didn't even bother to choose a spot, finding a middle stall and unbuckling his belt before squatting down.

His stomach was churning violently, making him grimace.

The kitchen in the cafeteria is not far from the toilet.

As He Yuanchao walked into his fitter's workshop area, he saw Sha Zhu clutching his stomach and running frantically toward the toilet.

A thought struck him, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his lips.

"Just wondering where to test this out, Silly Zhu, you're the one! System, use [Bad Luck Charm], target—He Yuzhu!"

Mind lock!

In the system space, the dark yellow [bad luck charm] silently burned, turning into a wisp of almost invisible gray smoke that instantly dissipated.

Sha Zhu, who was squatting in the toilet, felt a wave of relief as the cramps in his stomach were lessened.

He instinctively wanted to move his slightly numb feet and find a more comfortable position.

Just as he lifted his left foot and prepared his right foot for support—

A sudden change has occurred!

The blue brick at the edge of the pit, which his right foot was standing on and had become somewhat loose due to years of dampness and filth, suddenly...

A corner suddenly collapsed downwards!

At the same time, a slimy, sticky, and foul-smelling substance appeared out of nowhere—perhaps it was old grime, or perhaps…

It appeared precisely where his right foot was about to land!

"Ouch...!"

Sha Zhu cried out in surprise, instantly losing his balance!

He was like a sack whose base had been removed, leaning backward uncontrollably!

His buttocks left the pit, his body lost its balance, and he waved his hands in vain, trying to grab something, but only managed to grab air!

Pfft! ! !

A dull, viscous sound, accompanied by the slurring of water, was exceptionally clear and eerie in the empty toilet!

Sha Zhu fell solidly, sprawled out, into the cesspool behind him that was over a meter deep!