Siheyuan: I, He Yuzhu, an outlaw lunatic

as the mastermind of this incident.

BangJiao was dumbfounded at this moment.

to him.

The scene in front of me is wrong.

This wasn't what he was planning to do.

Why is this so?
Why would it be my grandma who fell into the cesspit?

Stick can't figure it out.

have to say.

The old widow Jia Zhang is still a master at getting water.

Don't look at that cesspit is only half a meter deep.

but.

Jiazhang's thumping in it is called joy, and that is called excitement.

"what is this?"

"So smelly!"

Jia Zhang asked while thumping.

Ding Dong!

The system reappeared at this time.

"Scene: Mrs. Jia Zhang fell into the cesspit trap set by the stick, wondering where she was."

"Option [-]: Under such circumstances, doesn't the host have the intention of being a good person and doing good deeds? Since Mrs. Jia asked sincerely, then the host should be merciful and tell her!"

"Choose reward: two catties of beef plus three yuan."

"Option [-]: Where is Mrs. Jia and Zhang? It's nothing to do with the host. At this time, it's not good to be a melon-eating crowd quietly. Just watch quietly here."

"Choose reward: three yuan and sixty cents."

When the two options of the system appear.

He Yuzhu directly chose option one.

It's not that he fancy the two catties of beef.

The point is, the system is right.

Be nice.

Do good things.

This fine tradition still needs to be carried forward and inherited.

"Aunt Jia, you must have fallen into the cesspit!"

at this time.

He Yuzhu reminded me.

Jia Zhang remained silent.

Jia Zhang, whose eyes were wide open, was a little confused at this moment.

She obviously couldn't figure out how there was a cesspit in this place.

The stick with a guilty conscience just stood there, as if he was afraid that someone would ask him what was going on.

The so-called help people to the end.

Seeing the stick is still there.

He Yuzhu reminded: "Bang, don't be dazed, save people! You half-grown boy, why are you standing there stupidly, why are you in a daze!"

This is the end.

Only then did the stick come back to his senses.

He glared fiercely at He Yuzhu.

From the point of view of the resentful stick, it was He Yuzhu who caused Jia Zhang to fall into the cesspit.

A half-meter-deep pit is not that deep.

Easy to climb out for a big lad.

However, Jia Zhang is getting old.

Grabbing the stick handed over by the stick, it doesn't matter if Jia Zhang is about to crawl on the ground.

A slip on the sole of the foot.

Good guy.

Dung splashed everywhere.

Coupled with Jia Zhang's weight, he was taken into the water even with the stick.

Watch the moonlight shine with the stars.

Appreciate stick terriers and Jia Zhang's swimming in dung water.

That's what's happening now.

It is said that education should start from the baby.

It is not an exaggeration to apply these words to the stick.

Although it is late at night.

But the courtyard is still noisy.

As the saint in the courtyard.

When he came back, he was beaten directly by Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi in the mixed doubles.

Be a normal person.

Already got down.

But who is Thief Saint?

Although he was beaten to the point of crying, he still stood in the midst of a violent storm.

"It's late at night, it's still noisy, and it keeps people from sleeping."

Someone yelled such a voice.

It was an old man in a coat, who came out from the door.

Looking at the scene of the stick being beaten, the uncle said: "Educate the children, go home and educate them. The neighbors still have to rest!"

Although He Yuzhu charged the three uncles with an illegal organization, this affected the authority of the three uncles a little.

but.

And that's only for that brief moment, too.

after all.

The system of three masters has a long history in the compound.

This kind of authority cannot be changed in a moment.

Yan Bugui's three sons also came back from outside.

no way.

I have to go back to sleep.

By looking for Yan Bugui, they went out falsely.

It is true to avoid the three moms and give them the IOU.

"What smell? So smelly?"

Yan Jiecheng rubbed his nose, and finally looked at Jia Zhang and his family.

"Aunt Jia, did you fall into the cesspit?"

Yan Jiefang asked.

Jia Zhang hasn't changed his clothes yet.

The stench filled the entire yard.

In order to prevent the neighbors from watching the excitement.

Jia Zhang, who was pinching the stick by the neck from behind, just walked into the house with the stick.

But it's not suitable to enter the house covered in feces.

At last.

The couple took a cold shower.

Amidst a burst of joyful songs and laughter, Stick had an unforgettable day.

The next day.

Stick stems play very early.

"Brother, doesn't your butt hurt anymore?"

Xiaodang can be described as which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.

"Shh!"

He made a silent gesture to Xiaodang.

The stick covered his butt: "You are beaten, try it, it won't hurt. The butt is not a steel plate, it's meat."

"Speaking of which, it's all to blame on that silly pillar."

Xiao Dang hummed: "If it weren't for him, grandma wouldn't have fallen into the cesspit, and you wouldn't have been beaten."

Obviously.

For Xiaodang's words.

Stick stems are very recognized.

even.

This Stole Saint student forgot that he was scheming against He Yuzhu, and ended up like this in the end.

Find faults in others.

This is a fine tradition of the Thief Family.

"And the third master and the third mother are not good people."

Huaihua added two sentences at this time: "Our mother's head was smashed by the third mother."

"I will settle this account with them bit by bit."

Stick clenched his fist, and just said harsh words like this.

Although the stick got up early, it was obvious that the third master and the third mother got up earlier.

The old couple didn't say they had the habit of doing morning exercises.

Nor does it mean that you know the truth about getting up early and going to bed early to be healthy.

Mainly what happened last night.

The three mothers smashed Qin Huairu's head with a brick.

And that time.

Although people are in the house.

But the third mother and the third master clearly heard Jia Zhang's words.

This is not over.

What kind of person is Jia Zhang.

Yan Bugui and his wife are very clear.

after all.

Neighbors for so many years.

Who doesn't know whose.

It was because he was afraid that Mrs. Jia Zhang would come to ask for medical expenses.

therefore.

The couple got up early and went out for a walk.

Actually.

Just to avoid debt.

In the twentieth century, in the [-]s, there is a good joke.

I've made money, I've made money, I don't know how to spend it, I hold a Nokia in my left hand and a Motorola in my right...

obvious.

This statement is a bit inapplicable to He Yuzhu who is making money.

after all.

this era.

Even if He Yuzhu wanted a Nokia in his left hand and a Motorola in his right hand, he couldn't buy it.

but.

Go out for breakfast.

For He Yuzhu, this can still be done.

Just out the door.

Come to the compound.

He Yuzhu heard something.

The movement came from the south wall of the third grandfather's house.

Follow the sound.

He Yuzhu went over to take a look.

Three figures were reflected in He Yuzhu's field of vision.

Those three children are none other than the three brothers and sisters of the stick.

I saw the stick with its butt facing out and its head facing the wall, doing something.

"Brother, is this match wet and can't strike?"

Sophora japonica, who was squatting beside the stick, asked this question.

As for Xiao Dang, he said: "Could it be that the firewood is too wet to light?"

Although I didn't step forward to take a closer look.

But after taking a rough look, He Yuzhu understood.

feeling.

This is the house of the third master's house that the thief saint brought a large army to point to.

Did not come forward to stop.

Did not continue to watch.

Walk out of the courtyard gate.

At the corner of the road, He Yuzhu ran into the third master who was coming back from a walk.

when going out.

These two are together.

but.

When he came back, Yan Bugui was alone.

obvious.

It was cold outside, and the old couple couldn't squat anymore.

The third mother asked the third master to come back and watch the wind to see if Jia Zhang blocked the door.

He Yuzhu, who was upright, met the third master, and out of politeness, he took the initiative to speak and greeted him: "Good morning, third master!"

"It's a pillar! Where is this going?"

Yan Bugui saw that it was He Yuzhu and asked a question.

"I can't get up, I haven't eaten breakfast yet! I plan to eat something early."

He Yuzhu said it easily.

But Yan Bugui didn't listen lightly.

Yan Pugui, who was full of envy, also wanted to eat breakfast, but he was too shy.

"By the way, third master, you haven't had breakfast yet!"

He Yuzhu asked again.

That is normal chat.

Upon hearing this.

Yan Bugui was excited.

"not yet!"

Yan Bugui, who was full of spring, was full of anticipation.

Just when he thought He Yuzhu would invite him.

He Yuzhu only heard a reply: "Then go back to your house for dinner!"

Immediately.

Yan Bugui's excitement just now was instantly discouraged.

And at this time.

Ding dong.

This is the reminder that the system is online.

"Scenario: The host went out to eat breakfast, and met the three brothers and sisters of Banggen who wanted to order Yan Bugui's house, and happened to meet Yan Bugui on the way."

"Option 21: Remind Yan Bugui that his house is going to be burned. As a good young man from the civilized and harmonious [-]st century, when encountering such a crime, the host can act as if nothing happened and remain indifferent."

"Choose a reward: ten dollars."

"Option [-]: Remind Yan Bugui what to do. Anyway, this old man is not a good bird. His house was ordered, and it has half a dime relationship with the host. The host just pretends that he didn't see anything."

"Choose a reward: ten dollars."

Same reward.

different options.

At last.

He Yuzhu chose option one.

The main reason is that the system boasted too much of itself.

Civilized and harmonious young people in the 21st century must fight bravely when encountering crimes.

Money or not, this is still a trivial matter.

not to mention.

this kind of thing.

In He Yuzhu's view.

Even if he didn't tell Yan Bugui, he would meet this old man when he went back.

"Third Master, what should I do if BangGou burns down my house?"

After making a choice, He Yuzhu asked this question in a roundabout way.

Yan Bugui, who was already in a bad mood, was outstanding in He Xini's abilities.

The generosity of the small citizen is fully reflected in him.

"My child, when I was young, I always liked to fool around."

"Pillar, if I remember correctly."

"When you were young, you had a lot of nonsense."

"What a big deal."

Yan Bugui said carelessly.

When he said this, Yan Bugui thought in his heart: No way, he really bought Shazhu's house, it's a good show.

even.

now.

Yan Bugui gloated over this.

And just as Yan Bugui finished speaking.

He Yuzhu who cried out, nodded and said, "Understood!"

"Zhuzi, what you said can't be true." Yan Bugui, who asked for proof again, said in such a holy way, "Actually, don't forget to take this kind of trivial matter to heart. The so-called, don't go with the old, let the new one go." Why don't you come. Don't take it too seriously."

"Third Master, you are right. It's just a trivial matter." He Yuzhu nodded, agreeing, and then changed the topic, "Fortunately, it's not my house that they burned down, but your house. Third Master , I am relieved to see that you have such tolerance and tolerance, and can be so calm to deal with you."

Following He Yuzhu's words.

The third master's expression changed.

First he called out.

Then Yan Bugui said: "Zhuzi, it's so early in the morning, you can't make fun of me."

"Who was joking with you? Just now, I heard movement in the yard, and when I went to the corner of your house, I saw Banggen with Xiaodang and Sophora japonica, looking at your house."

"If the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come!"

"You always say that."

"Don't worry about such a small matter."

Here.

He Yuzhu spoke calmly.

But Yan Bugui was not calm anymore.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier."

Yan Pugui, who became angry from embarrassment, became anxious all of a sudden, as if a hot wheel was installed on the soles of his feet, he ran towards the courtyard.