Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

He Yuzhu turned around and went back to his side room.

Push the door open and go inside.

It was chilly inside.

The fire in the stove had burned down to almost nothing.

He bent down, lifted the stove lid, and added two pieces of coal.

I stoked the fire until it was burning brighter, and then put the iron kettle on to boil water.

Thinking to myself, my feet probably haven't been washed for three or four days.

If I don't scald it soon, it'll probably build up scale.

Once the water boils, pour it into a wooden basin.

After adding some cold water to test the temperature, He Yuzhu soaked his feet in the warm water, which instantly dispelled the chill from his body.

After washing and drying his feet, he lay down on the hard bed.

As soon as my head hits the pillow, I can't help but start daydreaming, and all I can think about is the plot of the original work.

"Damn it, the more I think about it, the more something seems off."

He Yuzhu cursed under his breath, his brows furrowing into a knot.

According to his mother, Chen Lanxiang, the old lady in the backyard was a true relative of the He family.

When the old lady married off her niece, she not only gave them the main house in the middle courtyard, but also called him "father" as her grandson. This treatment clearly showed that she treated He Daqing as a son-in-law who had married into the family.

But then his niece died, and He Daqing had to find someone to help him.

The old lady was so angry that she pushed him, which is understandable, but upon closer examination, it's full of suspicious points.

The old lady rarely leaves her house, so how could she be so well-informed?

And yet, he happened to find out about this before this foolish Zhu from the future?

And what about Yi Zhonghai and his wife, who fawn over the old lady every day? What are they after?

Is it just for the help of a lonely old man?

Furthermore, why couldn't He Daqing have chosen a different path back then?

Finding him a woman without burdens to remarry shouldn't be too difficult, right? Even Xu Fugui in the backyard is better than Yi Zhonghai. It's just a matter of how much she has to give. Why did the old lady choose Yi Zhonghai, who has no heir?

After thinking for a long time, my mind was a complete mess, and I still couldn't figure it out.

In the end, He Yuzhu could only speculate that this whole thing was probably related to his deceased mother.

The original novel doesn't mention why He Daqing's wife died or what year she died, so there might be some hidden story behind it.

And then there's Yi Zhonghai, that old man really has some tricks up his sleeve.

However, the world is not completely at peace yet, so he cannot fully utilize his methods of winning people's hearts. Only when things are stable will it be time for him to stir up trouble.

Looking at the families in this courtyard, none of them were easy to deal with; each one had their own agenda.

He had just transmigrated here when he encountered Chen Lanxiang's life-or-death ordeal of giving birth.

He finally got through it all, but who knows how many more pitfalls awaited him?

"It seems we can't be careless at all from now on."

He Yuzhu sighed. As for life planning, don't even think about it.

He's only ten years old now, and his life hasn't really gotten back on track yet. It's good enough if he can just survive peacefully; planning is a matter for later.

After pondering all this, I couldn't fall asleep, tossing and turning.

Feeling utterly bored, He Yuzhu decided to start browsing his personal space.

I received a bunch of stuff last night, but I didn't have time to look at it carefully because of the urgency. Now I finally have time to take stock of it.

Ten corpses were neatly stacked in the space.

You can't tell where they came from just by looking at their clothes.

Most of them were stripped down to their pants, and to He Yuzhu's surprise, five of them were actually pregnant.

He casually ran his fingers over the corpse and found quite a bit.

Ten identical pistols, ten spare magazines, and more than two hundred loose bullets of various types.

Forget about the Mauser C96, I haven't even seen a Nambu pistol.

Ten watches and pocket watches, one for each person.

This made He Yuzhu increasingly aware that these people were not simple individuals; those traitors were definitely not just ordinary henchmen of the detective team.

There were also three small yellow croakers, 157 silver dollars, but not a single cherry blossom coin or military note.

So these bastards know that stuff is worthless, and they only pick hard currency to get their share of the profits.

Looking at the items recovered from the two courtyards, they were much more disorganized.

The reason they wiped out the entire operation was because He Yuzhu immediately sensed something was wrong once he entered the premises.

Those pieces of furniture were all carved with exquisite patterns, and were not something that ordinary families could afford.

I picked up a chair at random; it was incredibly heavy.

Although he couldn't identify the type of wood, its weight was definitely not ordinary.

So he simply took everything, including the furniture and bedding.

The grain in the rice bin and flour bin, the wine in the jar, and the cooked food on the cutting board.

They took three bicycles, and even pots and pans—not a single one was spared.

Of course, he didn't intend to use these things himself. He had already taken everything from the store, so keeping the rest would be a waste. He would give them to people who needed them when the opportunity arose.

These days, nobody cares if something has been used by someone else; there are plenty of people eager to have it.

He Yuzhu spent half a day working in the space, sorting and organizing the items into categories.

When I was losing consciousness, I looked up at my pocket watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock at night.

He tucked the pocket watch into his pocket, lay down and went to sleep, fully aware of his surroundings.

His father, He Daqing, will definitely come over early tomorrow morning to wake him up.

Early the next morning.

He Yuzhu woke up just as dawn was breaking.

He immediately checked the system panel; daily check-in was his current source of hope.

As expected, the sign-in did not disappoint him, but this system made him wonder if it was an artificial intelligence problem.

[Check-in successful: One cotton quilt for children aged 0-3 years, two sets of cotton clothes for children aged 0-1 years, and one swaddle blanket for children aged 0-1 years (excluding cotton and cotton cloth in the space, all have been disinfected, please use with confidence)]

"Hold!"

He Yuzhu immediately launched into a tirade against the very essence of Chinese culture.

Can't you put a little more effort into this system and give it something usable?

He's now hoping the system will quickly complete the tasks; it's better than giving him these baby supplies every day.

To his surprise, his father, He Daqing, didn't come to wake him this morning.

He Yuzhu rubbed his eyes, slowly got up and dressed, washed up briefly, and walked towards the main room.

As soon as the door was opened, a faint milky fragrance wafted in. There, Chen Lanxiang was holding He Yushui and gently rocking her, coaxing the little one to play.

The little girl's eyes were wide open, dark and round like two black grapes, staring intently at her surroundings.

I was filled with curiosity about everything in front of me, as if even the colors around me were new.

"Zhu'er is up?"

Chen Lanxiang looked up and saw him, a smile appearing on her face.

"Your dad thought you were exhausted from running around yesterday, so he didn't feel comfortable waking you up earlier. He left you some breakfast in the kitchen, and it's still warm on the stove."

"Yes, Mother."

He Yuzhu responded, his eyes subtly scanning the room.

The formula cans and bottles were hidden very well; there wasn't a trace of them.

He nodded to himself, realizing that his parents had taken his words to heart, and turned to walk towards the kitchen.

After finishing a hot breakfast, He Yuzhu returned to the main room and, seeing Chen Lanxiang holding her younger sister, said softly, "Mother, I want to go out this morning and come back around noon, so it won't delay anything."

"What are you doing out there? It's not safe outside."

Chen Lanxiang immediately frowned, her face full of worry, and reached out to touch He Yushui's little face.

"Now that the rain is in its swaddling clothes, and you don't need to go out, can't you just stay home?"

"I was thinking that the girl doesn't even have a proper cotton-padded coat. The weather is getting colder and colder. She can't stay wrapped in swaddling clothes forever. I'll go out and get her one."

He Yuzhu spoke sincerely, indicating that he already had a plan in mind.

"Getting a cotton-padded coat isn't that easy!"

Chen Lanxiang sighed and shook her head.

"Don't make a fuss. The rain is still light. A swaddle is enough. Once your father manages to get some cloth, I'll take some cotton from our quilts and make her a swaddle myself. She'll be just as warm."

She longed to get her daughter a new cotton-padded coat.

But these days cotton is very precious. The cotton clothes and quilts at home are taken apart and washed, washed and taken apart again. The cotton is used less and less, and the cotton is getting thinner and thinner.

Even so, it's still better than many other families' homes; at least it's made of cotton.

These were all purchased when she got married; otherwise, they would have been insufficient long ago.

"Mom, I know where to get it. It's the place where we bought the milk powder last time. The shopkeeper there definitely has cotton and cloth."

He Yuzhu had already prepared his explanation; he couldn't very well say that he had given it to the system through daily check-ins.

Upon hearing this, Chen Lanxiang's eyes flickered.

He then pulled a cloth bag from under his pillow, opened it, and found it full of silver dollars.

"Do you still have money? I'll give you some. Don't buy any ready-made clothes, it's not worth it. Just bring back some cotton and cloth. If you have extra, I'll make you a new set of clothes. Look at your clothes, they've been patched so many times."

"Then give me five silver dollars."

He Yuzhu casually gave a number, but he had no idea what the price of cotton and cloth was these days, so he could only guess.

"What can five silver dollars buy?"

Chen Lanxiang gave him a reproachful look, counted out ten silver dollars and stuffed them into his hand, repeatedly giving him instructions.

"Mom will give you ten dollars, that should be enough for you to buy a lot. If you can't buy anything, come back quickly and don't wander around outside. Mom knows you're good at fighting, but there are guns everywhere outside, so be careful."

"I understand, Mother. Don't worry."

He Yuzhu took the silver dollar and put it in his pocket, responding verbally.

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But he thought to himself.

gun?

The guns in my space are more than enough for each of us in the family to use two guns at a time, so what are we afraid of?

His decision to go out was actually a spur-of-the-moment thing.

When I entered the room just now, I saw Chen Lanxiang holding her younger sister and shaking her with great effort, which reminded me of the baby supplies I had checked in with the system.

Taking advantage of the excuse of buying cotton cloth, we found a secluded place and got out the cradle, tiger-head hat, cotton clothes, and quilts.

Cotton takes up too much space and is useless in the system, so the system took it and made it into items.

With the silver coins tucked away, He Yuzhu stepped out the door.

As soon as I got to the door, I saw Jia Dongxu squatting on his own doorstep brushing his teeth, with a willow stick in his mouth, dawdling around.

When Jia Dongxu saw him, he immediately rolled his eyes and gave a cold snort full of dissatisfaction.

After brushing his teeth, he spat the mouthwash onto the ground with a "pui," deliberately splashing some muddy water, clearly targeting him.

He Yuzhu glanced at him, too lazy to argue with him, and walked towards the hanging flower gate, but behind him came Jia Dongxu's low muttering.

"That silly Zhu Zi went out so early in the morning. He must have gone to buy some good food. When he comes back, we'll see what he brought and we'll have to try some of it."

Hearing this, He Yuzhu couldn't help but smile.

This Jia Dongxu really doesn't learn his lesson. He wasn't taught a lesson last time enough, yet he still dares to try and take advantage of him. He really doesn't know what's good for him.

After leaving the courtyard, He Yuzhu did not head towards Black Sesame Alley.

Ten people died over there yesterday; it's probably still in chaos.

The police detective team was probably still investigating over there, and he didn't want to get involved; it would be troublesome if he were targeted.

He planned to go to Jiaodaokou first to take a look and see if the people he rescued yesterday were alright.

He shouldn't have saved someone only to have something happen to them right afterward; otherwise, all his efforts would have been in vain.

There were few pedestrians on the road.

Occasionally, you might encounter two groups of Herpi dogs, also known as the "two-dog police."

These men, dressed in black police uniforms and carrying guns, loitered by the roadside, their eyes darting around furtively, scanning the pedestrians.

Seeing this, He Yuzhu quickly lowered his head, pretending to be a timid child, and walked forward in silence.

The police saw that he was dressed in rags, with patches upon patches on his clothes, and they could tell at a glance that there was nothing to swindle from him.

She glanced at him twice and then ignored him, letting him walk past.