Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

As soon as Li Weidong came out carrying a long knife, the workers all stopped to watch the spectacle.

Many of the female workers stared wide-eyed, some blushed, and a few were even secretly swallowing their saliva.

Qin Huairu was one of them.

She stared at Li Weidong's eight-pack abs, which looked like a washboard, and the muscles on his back looked like a ghost face.

She wondered what it would feel like to be held in the arms of a man like that.

Qin Huairu had been plotting how to seduce Li Weidong.

Even if I can't subdue someone just by touching their hand like I did with Sha Zhu, it doesn't matter.

At worst, we'll give them some real incentives.

Just thinking about the 400 yuan monthly salary would make Qin Huairu's eyes light up if she could win over Li Weidong.

But when she turned her head, she saw the holster on Li Weidong's waist, with the dark gun handle sticking out, and she immediately sobered up.

This guy is not someone to be trifled with.

Li Weidong tossed the scabbard aside and gripped the long sword in his hand.

The blade was so shiny that it made people dizzy under the sun, and just looking at it made people feel uneasy.

He gripped the knife with both hands and crouched down slightly.

With the movement, the blade turned and was held horizontally in front of his chest.

In his previous life, Li Weidong was a martial arts enthusiast. He not only practiced Bajiquan, but also many knife and spear techniques.

After his soul transmigrated, the system equipped him with a master-level Tai Chi skill.

With this master-level understanding, his swordsmanship and spearmanship also reached the master level.

Some things, once you understand one thing, you understand everything else.

A sharp whooshing sound rang out as Li Weidong slashed horizontally with his sword.

Those standing in front all tilted their heads back slightly.

In that instant, they all felt the knife was coming straight for their necks and instinctively dodged.

The blade sliced ​​through the air, and a sharp whistling sound suddenly exploded out.

Li Weidong was completely intertwined with the knife, the blade flashing brightly, moving as fast as lightning.

The entire sword technique was performed in about a minute. In the final move, he leaped into the air and slashed down with a force that seemed capable of splitting the heavens and the earth.

Standing at the very front was Yi Zhonghai. The moment Li Weidong finished his attack, the tip of the knife was pointed directly at him, less than two meters away.

Yi Zhonghai felt a chilling murderous aura wash over him, and a sudden heat surged in his crotch. He knew he had wet himself in fear, but thankfully he clenched his thighs in time, otherwise he would have been utterly humiliated.

In summer, clothes are thin, so if you wet yourself, you can't hide it no matter what.

By the time he breathed a sigh of relief, Li Weidong had already sheathed his long sword and taken the clothes that Li Huaide handed him and put them on.

"Tsk tsk, Chief Engineer Li, if you lived in ancient times, you would definitely be a fierce general."

Secretary Zhang looked on with admiration, "Like Zhao Zilong, he could fight his way in and out of the enemy camp seven times."

"It's just for fun. Who makes a living from this these days?"

Li Weidong smiled and said, "But this is part of our Chinese culture, and someone has to carry it on."

He paused, then said, "Of course, all that nonsense and superstition should be thrown away. Master Lu already said in his articles that the destruction of the Four Olds should be thorough and complete."

Li Weidong had transmigrated from another world, so he knew how ruthless the storm that was about to rage would be. His practice of traditional Chinese martial arts and medicine might very well make him a target of the campaign to destroy the Four Olds.

That career-obsessed guy with the bangs is definitely capable of doing it.

Today, he deliberately showed off this sword technique, and coupled it with those words, it was to shut people up in advance.

Of course, the simplest way is to send Liu Haizhong to prison and let him stay there obediently for those ten years.

If all else fails, Li Weidong has one last resort—to cripple him. This wouldn't be difficult for him.

Li Weidong packed up, slung his long knife behind his back, straddled his bicycle, and started the engine. A series of beeping sounds followed, and a plume of black smoke billowed from the short exhaust pipe.

"Tsk tsk, this stuff is good, but you have to mix some engine oil into the gasoline."

Secretary Zhang laughed and said, "Look at this black smoke..."

"That's just how two-stroke engines are; they'll get cylinders seized sooner or later if you don't add oil."

Li Weidong replied with a smile.

"This is already good enough. The police stations that had their engines replaced are receiving one thank-you letter after another."

Factory Director Yang chimed in, "The higher-ups have copied the blueprints and processes, and many machinery factories have received them."

"Chief Engineer Li, your design is simple, efficient, and low-cost. The higher-ups plan to promote it extensively. The reward may have to wait."

Li Weidong waved his hand, "Forget about the reward, I can't even spend all my salary."

"I'm leaving now. Just be there by 7 p.m. I'm going home to pack."

The factory director, Deputy Chief Engineer Yang, and a technician exchanged glances and nodded. They all knew exactly what had happened with that box of penicillin. They were going to go to Li Weidong's house together to retrieve the medicine.

The onlookers dispersed. Many young female workers began to secretly plot their own paths, wondering how to win Li Weidong's heart. But when they thought about their appearance and family background, most of them lost heart and gave up.

Ding Qiunan secretly encouraged herself, thinking that she had to take the initiative this time and not let the opportunity slip away again.

Fortunately, Yu Li wasn't there. Their supply and marketing department is quite lax in its management. If she were here, she would have rushed over to wipe Li Weidong's sweat and hand him water long ago.

Cui Dake felt a chill run down his spine. He had originally planned to put a sack over Li Weidong's head and beat him up. Now, he kept thinking to himself: "Thank goodness I didn't do it, or I would be finished."

Cui Dake had never given up on Ding Qiunan. He racked his brains, thinking of countless ways to bring Li Weidong down.

So what if Li Weidong is the chief engineer? Cui Dake didn't care at all. He was just thinking about how to drag Li Weidong down from the sky and trample him into the mud.

Putting him in a sack and beating him up was just a way to get revenge for the two slaps he received in the infirmary.

Watching Li Weidong ride away, Yi Zhonghai quickly jogged to the public restroom. He'd been holding it in all the way, and finally, he could relieve himself.

"That brat! They couldn't even do anything to him with a gun!"

Yi Zhonghai felt both hatred and lingering fear: "Luckily, he didn't know I was the one stirring things up behind the scenes, otherwise that bastard would have chopped my head off."

The gleaming blade flashed through his mind, and he shuddered.

"We need to hurry back to find the deaf old lady. She needs to be concerned about Sha Zhu's matter."

Yi Zhonghai then thought of Sha Zhu: "I just need to chime in from the sidelines and stir things up."

When Li Weidong rode his bicycle to his doorstep, he saw Xu Damao pacing back and forth.

Xu Damao was so anxious, he was scratching his head and waiting for Li Weidong to return.

"Chief Engineer Li, you're finally back!"

Xu Damao looked anxious and leaned closer, saying, "Please take a look at me quickly..."

"Xu Damao, do you even have eyes?"

He Yushui took Li Weidong's bicycle and said irritably, "Didn't you see that Brother Dong hasn't even gone inside the house yet?"

"Brother Dong, wash your face first."

Lin Yurou brought a basin of water and a towel, placed them on the side of the corridor, and took the sheathed longsword with both hands.

"Put the knife on my bed."

Li Weidong said one thing, then asked, "Where's Xiaoxi?"

"Brother, I'm here!"

Xiao Xi ran out of the main room, her face covered in cantaloupe juice, clearly having sneaked a bite inside.

"Look at your face, it looks like a little kitten's."

Li Weidong used a towel to wipe Xiaoxi clean.

After eating and drinking well these past few days, Xiaoxi's face has finally gained some weight, and she looks healthier.

"Brother, what's in your bag?"

Xiao Xi clung tightly to the canvas bag that Li Weidong was carrying.

Xiao Xi hadn't finished eating the melon in her hand when her eyes fell on Li Weidong's canvas bag.

Lin Yurou came out of the main room, carrying a small bowl of melon pieces, and handed it over, saying, "Finish this first."

"I'm eating."

Xiao Xi took the bowl, but her eyes never left the bag.

Li Weidong opened the canvas bag, revealing tomatoes inside, and said with a smile, "These are all we have today."

"Persimmons! I love them."

Xiao Xi reached out and grabbed one.

Just then, Xiao Dang and Huaihua ran over. Xiao Xi pulled them to the side, handed the bowl she was holding to Xiao Dang, and took a bite of tomato herself.

"My brother brings back delicious food every day, but your brother doesn't."

Xiao Xi tilted her chin up, her tone full of pride, "My brother is amazing!"

Xu Damao paced anxiously nearby. After Li Weidong finished his work, Xu Damao approached again, lowering his voice, "Chief Engineer Li, what's wrong with my illness..."

"Let's talk about this at your place, not here."

Li Weidong glared at him, "You don't know your place."

"Yes, yes, please."

Xu Damao's eyes suddenly lit up.

Li Weidong was secretly planning how to bring up the matter of Sha Zhu with He Yushui. No matter how much they didn't get along, they were still siblings.

When they arrived at Xu Damao's living room, Lou Xiao'e sat in a daze, her face ashen, looking as if she had aged ten years.

As soon as Li Weidong sat down, Xu Damao hurriedly spoke up: "Chief Engineer Li, my illness..."

"What, you haven't paid yesterday's consultation fee yet, and you're trying to renege on your debt again today?"

Li Weidong glanced at him indifferently.

His gaze fell on the offering table, where a Ru ware flower-shaped washer, its color a clear blue after the rain, was filled with melon seeds. Li Weidong's heart stirred; he had to find a way to get his hands on this.

"Here you go! Name your price."

Xu Damao nodded quickly.

Li Weidong asked casually, "This disc looks nice, where did you buy it?"

There were sunflower seeds in the flower basin; just looking at this detail, you could tell that Xu Damao's family lived a comfortable life. Sunflower seeds aren't something everyone can get their hands on.

"It wasn't bought; it was passed down in my family."

Xu Damao said, "If you like it, you can take it."

Li Weidong didn't stand on ceremony: "Thanks, this will be used to pay for last night's consultation."

Lou Xiao'e then looked up as if she had come back to her senses, but her eyes were lifeless and devoid of any light.

"Sister E, we haven't reached the end of the road yet."

Li Weidong said calmly, "Xu Damao, bring me the examination report."

Xu Damao took the form out of his pocket and awkwardly handed it over.

Li Weidong glanced at it twice, raised an eyebrow, and said, "Same as what I diagnosed. Your condition... tsk."

Is it still treatable?

Xu Damao's heart was in his throat.

Xu Damao had just run back from the pharmacy, clutching a small piece of Coptis chinensis in his hand, panting heavily with sweat on his face.

"Go wash your face..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

Li Weidong waved his hand, not even raising an eyelid: "I want you to run until your blood is boiling, otherwise why bother with this trip?"

He took the piece of Coptis chinensis, but only pinched off a tiny bit, about the size of a match head.

"You wait here, I have something to tell you in a bit."

Xu Damao was taken aback, but seeing Li Weidong's indifferent expression, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Lou Xiao'e stood to the side, her eyes a little red, her voice slightly hoarse: "Wei Dong, can you really cure him?"

"It's incurable."