Courtyard House: My System - Artificial Human

April 5th, the 19th day of the second month of the lunar calendar, is the Qingming Festival.

On the streets, there have been stalls selling paper flowers since yesterday, but most ordinary families in the alleys buy yellow and white paper and fold them themselves.

At Lin Weidong's house, Tian Zao and Chen Xueru had made preparations in advance, and even Bai Ling took the time to fold some by hand.

This year has been an extraordinary one for everyone.

Good news should naturally be shared with family and friends.

Early in the morning, Lin Weidong, along with Bai Ling, followed Lin Weiguo and Fang Qin to the Temple of Agriculture.

This is the Revolutionary Martyrs Memorial Hall established by the government after liberation.

Martyrs like Lin Fu, who passed away, are all commemorated here.

The four followed the crowd inside, their postures solemn, and offered paper flowers.

Lin Weiguo stood there for a long time.

In that year, the nation was established, and the sacrifices and efforts of my father and others finally brought about the final victory.

That year, he found his younger brother and brought him to live with him. His brother got a job and became successful. He recently got married...

……

Lin Weiguo mentally recounted everything that had happened that year to his father.

When I left, my eyes were already red.

Lin Weidong was paying his respects to the martyrs, but of course, he couldn't leave Lin Weiguo to grieve alone at this moment.

He reached out and put his arm around Lin Weiguo's shoulder, patting him on the shoulder.

"It's alright, brother. Our uncle is still back home. He'll definitely burn plenty of money for our parents and grandparents so they won't have to worry about food and drink down there. Maybe they'll even be living better than we are!"

Listening to his younger brother's nonsensical words, Lin Weiguo thought of his cousin from his hometown, whom he didn't remember but was indeed a relative, and a smile of relief appeared on his face.

Thankfully... the graves in my hometown won't be abandoned.

The four parted ways at the intersection. Lin Weiguo and his wife had to go back to work, while Lin Weidong had only just begun to get busy.

He patted the back seat of the bicycle and said to Bai Ling.

"Let's go, let's send some money to your parents too!"

Bai Ling had no objection to his nonsensical remarks, as long as Lin Weidong was willing to accompany her to pay respects to her relatives.

The Bai family members are laid to rest at Wan'an Cemetery, which is more convenient for paying respects there than at the Temple of Agriculture.

But Lin Weidong still rode very fast, because Tian Zao was waiting for him.

There are also specific customs for paying respects to ancestors during the Qingming Festival. It must be done before noon; being late is not acceptable.

After accompanying Bai Ling to pay respects at the Bai family's grave, Lin Weidong tossed her his bicycle and told her to go ahead.

"You ride your bike to work first, I'll go find Zao'er, and we'll meet at the silk shop tonight."

Bai Ling responded and left. Lin Weidong found a secluded corner and teleported away.

Lin Weidong's schedule was packed, but he wasn't worried or troubled.

Such a solemn event as commemoration must be done personally to truly express one's feelings.

……

Evening, in the backyard of the silk shop.

With the help of Erhu's wife (the clone), Chen Xueru had prepared a sumptuous vegetarian feast early on.

What they ate wasn't really important to them; the point was to get together every few days.

Lin Weidong understood the idea that distance makes the heart grow fonder and did not force them to live together.

Even he himself wouldn't spend a long time with one person.

At this moment, the atmosphere at the dinner table was naturally harmonious and intimate, and the topic revolved around Lin Weidong's quirky sense of humor.

While expressing her disdain, Bai Ling recounted the scene she had witnessed in the courtyard that night.

Tian Zao and Chen Xueru laughed so hard they almost fell over.

"I even had a fight with that Jia Zhangshi! Her son is the real idiot, he's such a drag on, I wouldn't have been able to beat him if it weren't for him..."

Tian Zao has his own glorious deeds. Chen Xueru thought of the excitement she saw on the street yesterday and couldn't help but smile at Lin Weidong.

"Honey, I feel like even without you organizing this, Fan Jinyou is going to get a beating. I don't know how he got into a fight with Cai Quanwu, but the two of them almost came to blows in the street."

Fan Jinyou and Cai Quanwu?

Lin Weidong chuckled as he thought of the plot in the TV series. It was normal for these two to fight; they were rivals after all.

After dinner, while Chen Xueru and the other two were washing up, Lin Weidong went to a small bar with a cigarette in his mouth to inquire about information.

Distracted by Yi Zhonghai's matter, they didn't even have time to make arrangements for Fan Jinyou.

They even copied his harsh words.

"You think you can imitate me just because of your status and my position?" Lin Weidong thought to himself as he stepped into the tavern.

It was just past dusk, and the store was quite lively, with about 70% of the seats occupied.

Lin Weidong looked around and spotted a familiar figure.

Cai Quanwu, however, was now much more noticeable in the tavern. He no longer squatted in the corner drinking alone, but instead sat at the same table with Master Niu.

As for Pian'er, who was inseparable from Niu Ye in the show, he wasn't here today.

As soon as Lin Weidong approached, he was spotted by Cai Quanwu, who had been keeping an eye on the patrons, and immediately signaled to Master Niu.

Both Cai Quanwu and Niu Ye were deeply impressed by Lin Weidong. A cadre who could afford to give out Zhonghua cigarettes was no ordinary person.

When Niu Ye saw Lin Weidong coming alone, he thought for a moment and then waved to him.

"Hey Comrade Lin, what brings you to Qianmen today? Would you mind sitting here and having a drink?"

Lin Weidong had come to find someone to understand the situation, so he didn't refuse and sat down, then asked He Yongqiang to add more wine and dishes.

He then gestured to Cai Quanwu, who was politely getting up.

"Please have a seat, Mr. Cai! I saw you two chatting happily and thought I'd come over to join in. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

A hint of guilt flashed in Cai Quanwu's eyes. He sat down opposite him, holding his wine glass. Niu Ye, on the other hand, was much more at ease and leaned closer, resting his arm on his hand, and spoke more frankly.

"What a coincidence, we were just talking about Comrade Lin's courtyard house..."

Niu Ye paused for a moment, then, seeing the curiosity on Lin Weidong's face, continued.

"Here's what happened. A while ago, a boy from the Fan family was beaten up on the street. He was upset about it, and after he recovered, he kept looking for someone to help him. Yesterday, he happened to run into Cai Quanwu and got into a fight."

"As for the reason for the conflict... it's similar to last time. It's all because Cai looks like He Daqing. Xiao Fan thought Cai was He Daqing, and the two of them clashed in the street!"

Niu Ye's tone was tinged with a strong sense of schadenfreude, and Cai Quanwu chimed in, expressing his grievance.

"I really don't understand, how come I'm always getting blamed for He Daqing's mistakes! Yesterday, Fan Jinyou's question left me completely baffled, it's really..."

Cai Quanwu refrained from uttering further insults, considering that Lin Weidong was also a resident of the courtyard house, but his mood was far from pleasant.

This is absolutely infuriating!

Why should you take the blame? Well, it's because you two were played by the same person...

Lin Weidong picked up a peanut and threw it into his mouth, pretending to know nothing.

"So, He Daqing went to Qianmen again to frame someone? Master Niu, what do you guys think we should do? Should we call the police?"

"Hey! That's not worth it. I was thinking of having another chat with He Daqing."

Master Niu shook his head. Reporting to the authorities was never part of his code of conduct; he had his own ways of doing things.

What kind of heroes are those who scheme behind people's backs?

If you're not satisfied, let's challenge him again! Let's keep fighting! I don't believe I can't beat him!