Siheyuan, don't yell at me

A parallel world, China, Sijiu City, 1997.

She was wearing a pleated skirt, standing quietly on the street corner, her smile as clear as a mountain spring.

He Daqing was intoxicated by it and followed her into the secluded alley.

It is unimaginable that she, at such a young age, has to endure inhuman suffering.

The father is sick, the mother is stupid and the brother is studying.

Everyone in the world has a compassionate heart, and He Daqing is no exception.

Shallow love lasts for a while, deep love lasts for the whole night.

Love rises with the sound of waves, and waves hit the road to the underworld.

He Daqing died at the age of 80.

His pupils were wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.

What a loss! I have already paid for the accommodation, but this is just the beginning.

Then the scene changed, and He Yuzhu appeared happily at the crime scene.

"Haha, happy funeral~

Happy funeral~

He is worthy of being my father. He is eighty years old and can still accomplish great things.

Yo ~

My dad is really awesome, he is so awesome~

Are all the journalists from the newspaper here?

What a beautiful scenery. What a beautiful scenery.

Everyone came to my Shazhu's house tonight for a feast and sent my father off in a lively manner..."

He Daqing was floating in the air, looking at the conspicuous He Yuzhu making a fuss. He wished he could fly over and strangle He Yuzhu to death.

In a daze, He Daqing heard a voice:

“Oh? Interesting reptile, such a big hate.

Isn't this all your own fault?

Haha, you don’t know how to live or die, you even dare to curse me with your mind.

I will confiscate your fancy stuff right now and give you something fun instead..."

He Daqing regained consciousness, opened his eyes, and suddenly sat up from the bed.

The surrounding environment made He Daqing a little stunned. He seemed to be familiar with this place.

Many years ago, the place where he and the White Widow rented in the old city.

The person in the mirror was clearly myself, forty years younger.

The calendar on the wall, with the big red number 1951, made He Daqing stunned.

"Daqing, why are you still in a daze? Hurry up and pack your things. We have to go to the train station to catch a train today."

A clear female voice brought He Daqing's thoughts back to reality.

He Daqing turned around and took a look.

The woman who had been with him for most of his life, the White Widow, suddenly appeared before him.

This? Could it be that I, He Daqing, have returned to 1951?

Today happens to be the day when I and White Widow go to Baoding?

Having said that, I, He Daqing, have an excellent vision.

Just look at the White Widow’s figure, her face, and her voice.

No wonder I, He Daqing, was so infatuated with her that I abandoned my children.

It's really because the witch is too seductive, it's not the fault of our Qing Dynasty.

“Ding~

Detected the source of the disaster~

The root of evil system is activated~

The host's life force has been degraded~"

He Daqing listened to the voice in his head but didn't take it seriously, thinking he was hallucinating.

Oh, that’s not right. Why do I have no desires or requests?

Life degeneration?

What do you mean?

The White Widow's breath was as fragrant as orchid and her manners were graceful and elegant. In the past, He Daqing would have become the White Widow's slave long ago.

But who is He Daqing now? He is a saint, the director of the East Factory.

Suddenly, I felt that the breath exhaled by the White Widow smelled like leek stuffing, which was really unpleasant.

And he is so timid and pretentious. What a joke.

He Daqing pushed the White Widow away and said coldly:

"My stomach hurts, I'm going to the toilet first."

After saying that, he walked out the door without even looking at the White Widow.

Seeing that there was no one around, He Daqing went into the kitchen and began to check himself.

Oh my god~

My oldest brother is missing.

He Daqing couldn't help but feel sad, thinking that I, He Daqing, was also a well-known man in these streets.

Now I carry a He Xiaochong with me. If people find out, how can I, He Daqing, live with dignity in this world?

“Ding~

The Root of Evil system mission is released: Leave Sijiu City.

Please go to the train station with White Widow as soon as possible and take the train to Baoding City on time.

The penalty for mission failure is that the life force will be degraded again."

He Daqing heard the sound coming from nowhere and didn't take it seriously.

I have returned to 1951. Is there anything strange that I cannot accept?

"What difference does it make whether you are degenerating or not? Comparing bean sprouts with matches? What's the point?

I am a cripple now. Should I go to Baoding to see the White Widow cheating on me?

Humph, this bitch not only cost me so much money, but also ruined the relationship between me and my brothers at Fengzeyuan Restaurant.

I've had enough. Now let the White Widow and her two little bastards get out of here.

What a crappy system. There is no penalty for mission failure and no reward for mission success.

You still dare to threaten me, do you think you can order me around?"

“Ding~

It was detected that the host was dissatisfied with the bane system, and as a punishment, the life force was reduced in size. "

He Daqing was shocked. Isn't this a soybean?

"Damn it, grandpa is a tough guy, and you can't order him around.

Anyway, a person whose grandfather has died once is worth nothing. "

After He Daqing finished cursing, he reached out and picked up a kitchen knife that shone with a cold light.

This kitchen knife was passed down from He Daqing's ancestors. It can easily cut a hair.

He Daqing burst into laughter:

"Bullshit system, you're trying to threaten me with little bugs, right?

I will show you a unique skill, watch out."

He Daqing shouted:

"I want it, what's the use of this egg?"

As a chef, He Daqing is naturally good at knife skills.

He gritted his teeth, raised his knife and cut off a piece of meat, directly cutting off his treasure.

He grabbed a handful of wood ash from the stove and applied it to himself, kicking away the treasure he had just cut.

He Daqing looked like a madman, his eyes were bloodshot, his lips were bitten so hard that a lot of blood came out, and cold sweat flowed down his neck.

"Sigh~"

Damn White Widow, she used the kitchen knife to cut the chili and didn’t even wash it. It hurt me so much.

Despite this, He Daqing held his head high, with a hint of pride on his lips, and said word by word:

"Master, He, Daqing, accept it.

Bullshit, system, come on, make your move, sir, take it all."

A voice suddenly came from He Daqing's treasure on the ground:

"Master, you win. It's my fault for being ignorant. Stop kicking me and take it back. I'll turn you back into He Dalu."

He Daqing was shaking with pain, but he was in excellent spirits and laughed heartily.

"What a joy! What a joy! Grandpa He Daqing won! Grandpa He Daqing won.

You're just a piece of shit, and you dare to fight with me.

The elders gave me the wrong name. I should be called He Daming. I will not be a vassal or pay tribute.

I don’t have anything else, but I have strong bones.”

"Grandpa Daming, Grandpa Daming, please give me a chance to live. I won't survive more than three minutes without the host.

From now on, you are my grandfather, and whatever you say is what counts."

“Ding~

The portable space is open~"

"Grandpa, I have used my authority to open a portable space for you. Would you like to take a look at it first? Are you satisfied?"