Rebirth He Yuzhu I am a family man

He Yuzhu had a way to make money in his mind and the raw materials that could make money. His excitement lasted only three seconds before new difficulties appeared before him. In Kowloon Walled City, he only rented a bed, and it was inconvenient to use water and light a fire. Moreover, he would not be able to clean the sewage without an open space.

He Yuzhu was carrying a bucket of smelly offal, thinking of ways to deal with it as he walked. Passersby who passed by him, smelling the smell in He Yuzhu's bucket, all avoided him as far as possible. He could only walk to places with fewer people, trying not to affect others. When he passed by a grocery store, he bought some white flour, vinegar, salt, etc., and bought various seasonings needed for braising offal at several seasoning stores.

Although the road ahead is long and bright, He Yuzhu has little strength left at this time. He can only move forward aimlessly, pinning his hopes on the future. The road under He Yuzhu's feet is getting more and more detours, and the road ahead is becoming more and more beautiful. Along the way, he met elderly people, middle-aged women, and young people... But although those people are simple, seeing that he is a foreigner who cannot speak the language, they all became defensive without exception, and ignored him and were unwilling to pay attention to him.

He Yuzhu stared at the quiet village in front of him. Just when he suspected that these people were going to hit him, six half-grown boys jumped out from behind an inconspicuous tree. The young man in the lead was holding a machete.

"Jiligulu..." The young man in the lead had an arrogant look and kept outputting a lot of energy.

Unfortunately, He Yuzhu didn't understand what he was saying at all. He still looked lost and dull, and walked forward mechanically. The young man in the lead must have seen some worldly things. Seeing He Yuzhu's embarrassed look, he guessed that he was a newcomer to Hong Kong Island. So he started talking in poor Cantonese.

"I didn't open this land, and I didn't plant this tree, but no matter whether you have ever passed by here, you can only take your pants away..." the young man said arrogantly.

At this moment, He Yuzhu was worried about getting into the water and his pockets being cleaner than his face... How could he have the time to pay attention to these strange boys? He carried his things and went around them blocking the way and continued walking forward.

Seeing that He Yuzhu was so ungrateful, the young man felt that he had lost face in front of his brothers. He didn't care about anything else and shouted to the other five companions, who rushed forward and attacked He Yuzhu.

In the blink of an eye, the young man's five companions fell to the ground, wailing "Ouch, Ouch". The young man, relying on the machete in his hand, rushed towards He Yuzhu, raised the machete in his hand, and started chopping and slashing at He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu was unfamiliar with Hong Kong Island and had no money in his pocket, so he was timid when he started to fight. He only fought to the point where he needed to, fearing that he would really hurt them. Those who were knocked down only felt numb and painful for a while.

One was an ignorant and fearless young man, and the other was a man with many worries in his mind who only wanted to support his family. The difference in strength was obvious when the two fought. He Yuzhu could only be hit and chopped. Fortunately, he had a bucket in his hand to block it.

As the young man kept chopping and slashing, an ordinary bucket could not withstand it. With a splash, the full bucket of water scattered on the ground. He Yuzhu watched helplessly as his potential means of making a living was ruined by these young men. He was immediately furious and his eyes turned red with anxiety.

He Yuzhu took two steps back, turned around and ran at an accelerated speed, then kicked the young man holding the machete, kicking him seven or eight meters away, and the machete fell out of his hand.

He Yuzhu's eyes were red as he tore off the arms of the six young men. He stared at the young men wailing on the ground with a fierce look on his face, as if he was asking these strangers, but more like asking himself: "A real man is born between heaven and earth, I just want to live standing up... Is it wrong for me to not steal or rob, and want to live a good life with my own hands? No, I am not wrong..."

The machete in the distance flashed with a cold light, as if calling He Yuzhu. He Yuzhu picked up the knife, dragged the tip of the knife on the ground, and walked towards the young man in the lead step by step.

When the young man saw the stranger, he looked weak and ready to collapse at any time, but suddenly he became like a murderous god. He saw He Yuzhu holding a knife getting closer and closer to him, and he was so scared that he wet his pants.

The young man was so anxious that he could not speak clearly. He begged in a mix of Hong Kong dialect and poor Cantonese: "Boss, we are your followers. Please show mercy. From now on, we will listen to you and do whatever you tell us to do. Boss, please let us go..."

He Yuzhu had been killing wolves in Beidao for so many years, and his murderous aura was extraordinary. Once it was aroused, it could be retracted with just a few words from others. He raised his knife and chopped. As the knife swished in the wind, the branches of the small tree next to the young man fell off.

"I was just worried about not having enough manpower and space...! These young men actually want to be my followers, why don't we help them? It's like giving them a chance to be good people again..." He Yuzhu was secretly delighted and praised, "What a good knife! This knife should be good for cutting water in the future..."

He Yuzhu put his knife back at his waist and walked up to the leader. He pointed at the scattered offal and made a stern offer: "You broke my bucket, you have to pay for it. You made my offal dirty, you have to clean it. You delayed my braising of the offal, you have to help me find a place so I can finish braising the offal. Also, you have troubled me for no reason, you need to apologize to me, if the six of you help me do my work for a week, I will forgive you."

"If you agree, just nod your head. If you don't agree, I have no choice but to let you go home..."

Although there were people from all walks of life in Hong Kong Island at that time, the really capable bigwigs had all seen prosperity, and they would basically only stay in the bustling urban areas and would never come to the rural Kowloon.

These young men had never seen He Yuzhu's powerful skills before. Seeing how skilled he was, they simply regarded him as an idol. After the young man in the lead gave a long explanation, the six people discussed in Hong Kong dialect and unanimously agreed to He Yuzhu's request.

"Boss, from now on, we will be your followers. Whatever you say is what we do! We will take you to the place where we meet and gather. There are pots and stoves there..." said the young man in the lead in a flattering manner.

He Yuzhu was secretly delighted in his heart, but his face was calm. He ordered in a cold tone: "You guys, pick up the sewage that fell on the ground..."