Courtyard House: The Frog Boy Brings Back a Genetic Potion at the Start

After this commotion, the factory will surely know that the greedy old woman will get what's coming to her.

Regardless of how things are handled, the reputations of Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady, who both consider themselves "models in the nursing home," will plummet.

Although Hao Jianguo had left, the air in the courtyard remained stagnant.

Suppressed whispers rose from all around, each word filled with dissatisfaction towards the deaf old woman and Yi Zhonghai.

"Forcing Hao Jianguo to donate money without even verifying the facts? That's outrageous!"

"Isn't that right? If Hao Jianguo really pulls out his wallet and forces us to donate like this, we'll probably be next."

"There's no logic in the world for someone struggling to make ends meet to help someone who's well-off!"

Those comments reached Yi Zhonghai's ears, making him feel ashamed, and he wished he could hide in the ground immediately.

This was the first time since he became an old man that someone had spoken ill of him behind his back like this.

He glared at Jia Zhangshi in annoyance, then turned and stormed off.

This old woman clearly has plenty to eat and wear, yet she comes to me complaining about being poor, causing me to lose all my prestige. She's utterly despicable!

The deaf old woman's face was also very pale; her authority had been challenged so directly for the first time.

A sense of regret welled up inside her; she never imagined she would stumble like this in her old age.

She glared fiercely at Jia Zhangshi. If it weren't for this black-hearted old woman's insatiable greed, things wouldn't have come to this.

"snort!"

She gave a heavy snort, leaned on her cane, and angrily prepared to leave.

……

With four hundred yuan about to slip away, and hearing the constant pointing and whispering all around, Jia Zhangshi was furious.

She finally snapped.

"Swear! Swear! Swear! Haven't you sworn enough? What gives you the right to point fingers at me? Do you really think you're saints? Bah! I think you're just jealous and envious!"

No one expected that things would come to this point, and that Jia Zhangshi would show no remorse and even dare to throw a tantrum and curse in the street.

"And that Hao Jianguo, he's no better! My Dongxu has suffered so much, what's wrong with paying more compensation? I think he's just jealous!"

Jia Dongxu, who was originally lying in the house, also started to make a fuss upon hearing the noise. He came to the yard in his wheelchair and joined his mother in cursing.

Despite his injuries, his words were as sharp as poison, no less venomous than those of Jia Zhangshi.

Seeing the unreasonable and blaming attitude of the mother and son, the neighbors in the courtyard could no longer stand it.

"You were clearly in the wrong first, so why are you insulting Hao Jianguo?"

"Jia Dongxu, didn't you receive compensation for a level two disability? That should be over four hundred yuan, right? But look at you now, able to sit still and curse. How do you look like someone with a level two disability?"

Everyone turned their anger towards Jia Zhangshi and her son.

Yi Zhonghai and the deaf old lady, who had just left, were pulled back by others.

"Old man, old lady, you've both seen it, haven't you? This is exactly the kind of person Jia Zhangshi is!"

"Instead of investigating these matters thoroughly, you allow that shrew to manipulate you. How exactly are you managing this courtyard house?"

"If Hao Jianguo hadn't stood up, we would still be in the dark and would have almost donated money without even realizing it."

And look at the faces of that mother and son, cursing and swearing—is this how they behave?

At this moment, nothing makes me happier than my bangs.

He was eager for Yi Zhonghai to lose his reputation, so that he could have the opportunity to take his place and become the "Big Boss".

That chair.

The deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai were speechless when questioned by the crowd, and their eyes were practically spitting fire as they looked at Jia Zhangshi.

This time, they were truly dragged into the mess by this shrew.

Seeing the uproar from the crowd, Jia Zhangshi and her son finally panicked.

"That old hag dared to act tough with me just now! Let's go to the factory and settle things properly! If she dares to talk nonsense again, I'll report her to the police station and accuse her of embezzling state property. Let's see how you two handle that!"

"Four hundred yuan is enough to get him sentenced to several years in prison."

The people in the courtyard were still furious after being scolded by Jia Zhangshi, and now they showed no mercy and were determined to teach her a lesson.

Yi Zhonghai dared not escalate the situation any further, so he hurriedly dragged Jia Zhangshi towards the factory.

All along the way, all that could be heard was Jia Zhangshi's incessant howling, like a pig being slaughtered.

……

Hao Jianguo returned to his house, the noise outside faintly reaching his ears, but he didn't pay it any mind.

Before long, the rich aroma of stewed meat wafted out of the window.

The people who were about to leave smelled the aroma, and their stomachs began to rumble.

Makes a sound.

Night was falling.

Just as Hao Jianguo was about to rest, he heard a familiar soft sound in his ear.

His froglet has returned from its trip.

He immediately sat up in bed, eagerly anticipating the gift the frog would bring back.

[Ding-dong, Master, your frog has finished its journey and returned home!]

[Ding-dong! The little frog has prepared travel souvenirs for its owner. Please accept them!]

A virtual image of a frog handed over a small package.

[Ding-dong, package being opened!]

[Ding-dong, congratulations, Master! You have obtained 1 "Top-Tier Fist Technique Manual", 1 Guardian Poison Frog (it has no effect on the Master), and a fishing rod from the world of sailing.]

"Study the boxing manual."

As soon as Hao Jianguo had a thought, a large number of techniques and key points flooded into his mind.

Having already undergone gene modification, his physique far surpassed that of ordinary people. Now, mastering this "Top-Tier Fist Technique" is simply the icing on the cake.

He then opened his palm, and a small poisonous frog leaped into his hand.

This little guy looks clumsy and is somewhat like a legendary frog-shaped spirit pet. Although the poison it carries is not fatal, according to the system description, the pain of being poisoned is worse than losing one's life.

[Ding-dong! From now on, when the frog goes out, the little poisonous frog will protect its owner.]

The little frog is as considerate as ever.

What intrigued Hao Jianguo the most was the fishing rod from the world of sailing.

The fishing rod is made of a special metal, and the system description is only one simple sentence: It can catch many fish.

"Things from the world of navigation must be extraordinary."

"I have tomorrow off, so I can try out this fishing rod."

The next morning, Hao Jianguo took the nautical world fishing rod and planned to try his hand at fishing at the nearby river.

As soon as I stepped outside, I heard my neighbors talking about what happened last night.

Not only did Jia Zhangshi write a self-criticism and receive a public reprimand, but she was also ordered to return 250 yuan.

Considering her advanced age, her son's paralysis and bedridden condition, and the fact that it was her first offense, the authorities only gave her a lenient sentence.

Once Hao Jianguo understood all this, he stopped worrying about the Jia family's affairs.

He knew that after this ordeal, apart from that "foolish Zhu," probably no one in the compound would sympathize with the Jia family anymore.

When we arrived at the fishing spot by the river, it was only eight o'clock, but there were already quite a few anglers sitting on the bank.

To Hao Jianguo's surprise, he ran into an acquaintance there—

Uncle Yan Bugui.

This man is always shrewd and calculating, even carefully considering the actions of his own children, and he never makes a losing deal.

Yan Bugui lived a very frugal life, with his entire family relying on his salary as a primary school teacher.

With a monthly income of just over twenty yuan, if one doesn't manage their finances carefully and supplement their income by fishing on weekends, they'll likely struggle to make ends meet.

Unlike Qin Huairu, who constantly complained about being poor and always tried to take advantage of others, Yan Bugui, though stingy, never claimed to be "poor."

The words are always on his lips.

"Brothers, to be honest, when it comes to fishing, I'm one of the best in Beijing."

"There are many intricacies to fishing; first, you have to observe the water flow and determine the wind direction..."

Before Hao Jianguo even reached the riverbank, he heard Yan Bugui's somewhat boastful voice.

He was surrounded by three or five fellow anglers, who were enthusiastically sharing their experiences.

Judging from the occasional nods of agreement from those around him, Yan Bugui was not entirely bragging—at least he never left empty-handed.

Hao Jianguo had no intention of disturbing anyone; he just wanted to find a quiet spot to cast a few lines and while away the time.

Unexpectedly, Yan Bugui had sharp eyes and spotted him as soon as he turned his head.

"Hey, Jian Guo! What brings you here today? Try your luck by the water?"

Yan Bugui raised his voice and greeted them.

In fact, he had long harbored the idea of ​​getting closer to Hao Jianguo.

Seeing that Hao Jianguo's life had become noticeably more comfortable recently, Yan Bugui began to think: This guy looks like a novice. If I could give him some pointers and let him taste some success, wouldn't that be a good deed? Maybe I could even benefit from it in the future.

Thinking this, his throat moved involuntarily.

Unfortunately, Hao Jianguo seemed not to hear him, and went about his business by finding a spot on the shore to sit down, setting up his line and baiting it.

Yan Bugui felt a little embarrassed, so he simply picked up a stool and went over.

"Jianguo, is this your first time fishing? The ancients said that if you know something, you should know it; if you don't understand something, you should ask."

"As a fellow resident, I'll give you a heads-up—your spot isn't good enough to attract fish; you'll definitely be wasting your time today."

Seeing that Hao Jianguo had already cast his line into the water, Yan Bugui put his hands behind his back, adopting a posture of waiting to watch the show.

Several onlookers chimed in, urging Hao Jianguo to find another place as soon as possible.

Hao Jianguo, however, seemed not to hear, and simply stared quietly at the water.

Yan Bugui chuckled inwardly, "Serves you right for ignoring people. You won't catch a single fish later. Let's see what you do then."

The thought had barely crossed his mind when the tip of the fishing rod in Hao Jianguo's hand suddenly sank.

With a flick of his wrist, a silver-scaled fish was lifted out of the water in a graceful arc.

Hao Jianguo silently put the fish into the bucket, then looked up and gave Yan Bugui a brief, indifferent glance.

Yan Bugui's noodles immediately became hot.

I just said I couldn't catch anything, and then I caught a fish right away. That slap came way too fast.

"This... we just cast our lines, it must be a coincidence, pure luck!"

He hurriedly tried to fix it, and the people around him nodded in agreement.

Anyone who fishes here regularly knows that there's no way a fish will bite the bait right after it's cast. There's no explanation other than luck.

however--

Before they could finish speaking, Hao Jianguo's fishing rod bent down again.

When the second fish was pulled out of the water, the shore was silent.

Yan Bugui opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.

"Could I have really misjudged? Are there actually schools of fish hiding down there?"

He stared at the two fish thrashing in the bucket at Hao Jianguo's feet, and suddenly felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

Even a novice can make a series of successes; if I, an old hand, were to move over there...

"Today I can not only add a dish to my family's meal, but I might also be able to exchange the extra fish I catch for some pocket money."

Thinking this, Yan Bugui felt a surge of joy, as if he could already see a bucket full of live fish jumping around in front of him.

Hao Jianguo glanced at Yan Bugui and saw him sit down next to him. He found it amusing but didn't bother to pay him any attention.

Just as I looked away, I felt a heavy pull on the fishing rod in my hand again.

Even he himself couldn't help but marvel at how extraordinary the fishing gear he had obtained from another world was. It was not like fishing at all; it was more like ruthlessly plundering the water.

Yan Bugui sat stiffly to the side, feeling as if he were sitting on pins and needles.

His float remained completely still.

"That's strange... Why is there still no movement? It doesn't make sense..."

Seeing Hao Jianguo catching fish one after another while he remained silent, Yan Bugui almost began to doubt his years of accumulated experience.

Thinking back to how confidently he had spoken and instructed Hao Jianguo earlier, his face flushed, and he wished he could disappear into the mud on the spot.

Hao Jianguo stretched his muscles and looked at the crowded catch in the bucket before deciding to pack up his line.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Yan Bugui beside him still staring intently at the river, his face a mixture of pale and flushed, as if he wanted to see through the water.

That posture made Hao Jianguo wonder: Was this old man planning to jump into the river to catch fish?

"Hao Jianguo, you..."

Noticing the gaze, Yan Bugui looked up blankly, but before he could finish speaking, he was speechless in shock by the bucket full of fish.

With so many fish, normally it would be enough to keep this self-proclaimed fishing expert busy for a whole month.

Hao Jianguo chuckled softly, "Third Uncle, didn't you always say that you were one of the best anglers around Beijing?"

As he spoke, he glanced at the empty water bucket beside Yan Bugui's feet.

"Looks like things aren't going too well today."

After saying that, he picked up the bucket and turned to leave.

Watching Hao Jianguo's departing figure, Yan Bugui felt a surge of bitterness and jealousy.

The memory of his previous arrogant demeanor now made his face burn with embarrassment.

"I never expected this kid to actually have such skills..."

Yan Bugui, after his initial envy subsided, started calculating again: if he could get a few tips from Hao Jianguo, would he ever have trouble catching fish again?

The thought of having fish in the pot every day sounds wonderful.

……