Courtyard House: A System Connecting Two Worlds, Resources for the Nation

As the protagonist of today's public self-criticism, Sha Zhu naturally got up very early. Before leaving the house, he recited his self-criticism to the wall several times.

Once he stepped out of his house, he would greet his neighbors, but in Sha Zhu's eyes, those glances seemed to be mocking him!

With this thought in mind, he didn't care who he encountered. He stubbornly walked forward, pretending not to see anyone.

But when he reached the open space at the entrance of the alley, his steps suddenly stopped, and his face turned deathly pale. Was he going to have to make a self-criticism in front of so many people?

The open space was now packed with people, probably numbering in the hundreds!

Not only his family from No. 95 courtyard, but also residents from several neighboring alleys and even more distant neighborhoods came upon hearing the news!

What kind of entertainment is there these days?

This kind of review meeting hasn't been organized for many years. These neighbors treat it like a monkey show during the Lunar New Year!

As soon as Sha Zhu emerged from the alley, the previously noisy open space fell silent for a moment, followed by an even louder uproar.

A lot of pointing and whispering gazes were directed at Sha Zhu, and he could only walk dejectedly to the designated spot at the edge of the open space, his hair disheveled and his eyes red and swollen.

It's not his turn to speak yet. The neighborhood committee director will speak first, talking about the new trends in class struggle, the importance of protecting public property, and proletarian morality. Only then can Sha Zhu stand up!

Zhou Feng also got up early, which was rare for him. He stood with his hands in his pockets at the front of the crowd.

He's not short of money, but he lacks the emotional value that Sha Zhu provides!

"...Next, Comrade He Yuzhu will personally apologize to Comrade Zhou Feng, who was harmed, and compensate him for the losses!"

The neighborhood committee director finally got to the crucial part.

Sha Zhu lowered his head and almost moved to the table with both hands and feet in sync, then took out forty yuan from his pocket.

He specifically borrowed this from an old man last night.

"I...I'm so sorry...I made a mistake this time, I promise I won't do it again, please forgive me!"

In front of hundreds of people, Sha Zhu, his hands trembling, handed over the money to Zhou Feng as compensation for the bicycle wheel.

Even face to face, Zhou Feng could see the shape of his clenched back teeth bulging on his cheeks, and he could also clearly see the bulging veins on the side of his forehead.

But what can you do about it?

The angrier you get, the happier I am!

With a magnanimous expression, Zhou Feng took the forty yuan and gently patted Sha Zhu on the shoulder: "To err is human, to forgive divine. Comrade He Yuzhu, I hope you can remember this lesson!"

The neighborhood committee director also publicly announced the decision to deal with Sha Zhu: in addition to compensating Zhou Feng, the matter would be formally reported to his workplace, and he would be ordered to clean the alley toilets for three months to observe the consequences!

Zhou Feng chuckled as he watched Sha Zhu, whose face was flushed red, while still pondering something in his mind.

If he could claim all the emotional value he generated while cleaning toilets, that would be three months' worth of continuous income!

This deal is definitely a steal!

Next, Sha Zhu stepped forward to give a public apology.

The crowd's excitement reached its peak at this moment, and everyone involuntarily squeezed forward, with those on the outside looking out for something to stand on.

Just as Sha Zhu had finished writing his apology and was about to begin, a scream suddenly came from the corner: "Holy crap! Who the hell stepped on me? Are they blind?!"

Everyone present was startled. Even Sha Zhu, who was gathering his emotions, was so shocked that his hand trembled and he almost dropped the letter of apology.

All eyes were focused in that direction.

Suddenly, Yan Jiecheng fell to the ground, clutching his left hand and grimacing.

At his feet, a burlap sack was still wriggling on the ground.

"What...what's going on??"

"I don't know! Who went into the sack?"

"This is really creepy this early in the morning!!"

A few bold and mischievous teenagers gathered around, ignoring Yan Jiecheng, and approached the wriggling sack.

Regardless of whether it was a person or a ghost inside, they quickly pulled the sack off.

Inside the sack was Xu Damao, curled up in shock!

After being left in a corner all night, one of his legs and arms had long since gone numb from being crushed. He couldn't stand up and could only thrash about like a fish out of water.

The sack was suddenly snatched away, and the sudden light made him squint, instinctively looking up and around...

Then, his face rapidly turned from pale to flushed red, and finally to a liver color.

Hey!

If I had known it would turn out like this, I would have been better off putting the sack back on!

Hundreds of eyes stared—curious, surprised, disgusted, or simply watching the spectacle…

All sorts of eyes were focused on him, but he still couldn't stand up and could only crawl on the ground!

Is there anything more embarrassing than this?

Hmm...except for that time at the steel rolling mill...

"Isn't this Xu Damao? Why is he lying on the ground? Hurry up and help him up!"

Out of a sense of responsibility, the neighborhood committee director still called out.

Several neighbors who were nearby hesitated for a moment, but still stepped forward to help Xu Damao.

But as soon as they got close, the group of people frowned and held their breath.

It's just... the smell is too strong!

Xu Damao was helped to his feet, his legs still weak, and he leaned on the person next to him.

He tried to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, an even stronger, sour stench sprayed directly onto the face of the young man supporting him.

"vomit--"

The young man almost vomited on the spot; his face turned green, and he barely managed to hold on while retching.

"No, wait... what's wrong with you..."

The young man who was supporting Xu Damao's right arm suddenly felt that his hand was a little wet.

He instinctively pulled his hand back, then brought it to his nose and smelled it…

Holy crap!

His eyes widened instantly, and he shoved Xu Damao hard, then stepped back a considerable distance, his finger trembling as he pointed at Xu Damao: "Xu Damao, you fucking peed on yourself! My hands are covered in it!"

Once that shout was uttered, everyone who hadn't yet reacted understood immediately!

Everyone who was even slightly closer to Xu Damao involuntarily took a big step back in unison!

Even the person who was supporting him just moments ago shook off his hand in disgust, wishing they could stay as far away from him as possible!

This guy not only smells bad, but he's also covered in urine?

Xu Damao staggered a few steps before regaining his balance. Ignoring the smell on his body and the disgust of others, his eyes were bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Zhou Feng, who was standing in the crowd with a smile on his face.