The Beginning of Siheyuan Blackmailing Yi Zhonghai

Fall 1965.

The autumn wind sweeps away the fallen leaves, but it cannot sweep away the prosperity in the courtyard.

The Jia family in the Central Courtyard, with the support of Yi Zhonghai, the eldest uncle of the Siheyuan and the god of morality, and Sha Zhu, the god of war and the best bootlicker of the Siheyuan, personally organized a banquet to celebrate the fourteenth birthday of Jun Banggeng, the Siheyuan thief saint and the white-eyed wolf.

I have to say, Shazhu's craftsmanship is top-notch.

The aroma of food and wine wafted everywhere, making everyone in the yard drool and complain.

In the front yard of the Yan family, the third uncle of the courtyard, the reincarnation of an abacus expert, the Air Force boss Yan Bugui carefully distributed the pickles to his family members, took a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.

"Spicy chicken, twice-cooked pork, these dishes are so delicious that I can eat an extra steamed bread. It's a great deal. It's like having an extra dish of meat in my house today."

In the backyard of the Liu family, the second uncle of the courtyard, a patient with advanced official addiction cancer, the great god of Septwolves, Liu Haizhong, picked up a fried egg with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, glanced at his two sons who were kneeling in front of the table and shivering, snorted, and steam began to come out of his nostrils.

"You're spending a lot of money on a birthday and forgetting the national policy so quickly? You don't look like a leader at all!"

Also in the backyard, Xu Damao, the master of first blood and good mouth cannon, stood in front of the door, looking in the direction of the middle courtyard, and also snorted.

"They beat him up like he was their own son!"

After saying that, he turned and walked towards Lou Xiao'e who was still looking in the mirror.

"Hey, I just don't believe it, Ezi, come on, let's try it again tonight."

After a while, bursts of whispers were heard in the room.

……

In the patio connecting the middle courtyard and the back yard, there is a small room of about ten square meters that seems a bit out of place in the courtyard.

A young man as thin as a stick was lying on the broken bed in the room. He sat up slowly when he heard the soft music.

Doing it just after dark is so unethical.

The young man is named Wang Tiedan, 21 years old. He was a refugee who fled here during the three difficult years and was settled here by the street.

To be precise, the original owner died three days ago. The sudden drop in temperature caused a high fever, which triggered acute encephalitis. With no one caring about him, he died of hunger and cold.

The person who traveled through time was also called Wang Tiedan. He was a young man who walked out of the mountains in the 21st century. He failed in his attempt to move to Beijing and unfortunately fell off a cliff on his way back home.

When he woke up, he merged the memories of the original owner, and at the same time, he also awakened a golden finger. It was not big, just a small space of about ten square meters, with a spring that kept bubbling water.

The spring water is pretty good. Drinking it can strengthen the body, cure diseases and save lives. Most importantly, it can help plants grow quickly.

That's it.

When Wang Tiedan came through, he didn't even have the strength to open his eyes, fortunately there was this spring water.

It took three full days of soaking in the space for the body to recover to normal strength. This shows how bad the original owner's health was.

Awakened by the barking, Wang Tiedan began to really look at his doghouse. There was a bed, a table, and some scattered items on the ground.

There was a stove next to it, which was pitch black and there were no decent bowls or chopsticks.

Four words: penniless!

It’s not that the original owner didn’t work hard enough. In this era, there is only one job for each person, and when there is a new job, priority is given to acquaintances and poor people with families.

For new citizens like Wang Tiedan, the street’s attitude is to make survival more difficult for them, hoping that they can take the initiative to return to their hometowns to support national construction.

But Wang Tiedan was stubborn and refused to leave even if he starved to death, so he starved to death.

Wang Tiedan knows everything about this TV series. In the fusion of memories, the characters here seem to be even more excessive.

It doesn’t matter, my personality hasn’t changed, I’m still stubborn!

Wang Tiedan opened the door and walked out. The cold wind in the corridor was a bit strong, making him shiver.

It’s late autumn now, and it’s a little cold in the city.

Passing by the Jia family, the spicy and fragrant smell became even stronger, and there was laughter and joy coming from inside. Wang Tiedan did not intend to disturb them, nor did he intend to leave the hospital.

My pocket is cleaner than my face, and it’s dark now. I can’t go anywhere except the black market?

He rolled up his sleeves, came to the corridor between the front yard and the middle yard, and squatted down at the base of the wall of Sha Zhu's house.

I'm going to do something big today!!!

They squatted there for twenty minutes, and the joy of the Jia family seemed to be disrupted by the necromancer Jia Zhang.

It goes without saying that all the good meat and vegetables must have been picked out by Jia Zhang. All the people in the house combined are no match for this old hag.

Yi Zhonghai walked out first, his face full of resentment, and the White Lotus Mother Qin Huairu followed closely behind him.

"Uncle, don't be angry. You know my mother is just like this. Please calm down."

As he spoke, he inadvertently glanced in the direction of the cellar.

Yi Zhonghai's anger subsided a lot immediately, but he still snorted coldly.

"A good meal was messed up like this. You should talk to your mother-in-law. It's like she has never eaten meat. How can we come here again in the future?"

"Uncle, you are just afraid of being hungry."

"She's scared of being hungry. Look how fat she is..."

"Ouch! Ghost!"

Before Yi Zhonghai could finish his words, Qin Huairu suddenly jumped into Yi Zhonghai's arms and pointed at Wang Tiedan in the shadows with a look of horror on her face.

"what?"

Yi Zhonghai turned around quickly and looked back while holding Qin Huairu.

I was also startled when I saw a figure squatting in the corner.

"who are you?"

Qin Huairu's shouting also alarmed the toady Sha Zhu in the room.

"What happened?"

But when he saw Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu hugging each other, his face suddenly fell.

"Uncle, Sister Qin, you guys?"

Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu then realized that the two were still hugging each other, and they quickly separated, then pointed towards the wall at the same time, their mouths still trembling.

"That's..."

Sha Zhu looked in the direction the two men pointed and felt a chill on his back.

"Who~?"

Wang Tiedan slowly stood up from the wall, frightening the three people so much that they couldn't help but step back.

"Good evening, uncle. I'm Tiedan."

Seeing the figure walking out of the shadows, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief, and their fear turned into anger.

"Tiedan, what are you doing behind my house so late at night? You deserve a beating!"

Sha Zhu raised his fist and said angrily, inadvertently coming between Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu.

His little thoughts were almost written on his face.

Wang Tiedan ignored him and looked at Yi Zhonghai.

"Uncle, I have something to ask you. Is it convenient for you?"

"It's so late, what do you want from me?"

Yi Zhonghai is not very fond of this nobody in the hospital. He has no job and is extremely poor. He doesn't even feel qualified to be a candidate for retirement benefits.

"This matter is rather complicated. I would like to talk to you alone. Is that okay with you?" Wang Tiedan said with a wry smile.

Sha Zhu thought he wanted to borrow money or grain, so he interrupted Yi Zhonghai and said, "Forget about borrowing money or grain. If you want to go back to your hometown, call me master, and I will give you two cents if I am happy. How about that?"

Yi Zhonghai also thought that Wang Tiedan wanted to borrow grain, so he didn't say anything.

If you really want to borrow it, just refuse.

Wang Tiedan waved his hand.

"I'm definitely not borrowing anything. I just heard some important news and wanted to talk to you, uncle."