Siheyuan: Rebirth of Liu Ergou

Hurry up, it's so cold, hurry up and get the food and go eat, it's easy to get a stomachache if you're cold, Shazhu's hoarse voice rang out

At this time, a group of people gathered at the entrance of the canteen of the compound, surrounding a burly, honest-looking young man. He Yuzhu was unable to go out to work due to the snowstorm, so Liu Yi appointed him as the canteen manager of the compound. He was called "Silly Zhu", but he was not stupid, just straightforward and liked to fight for justice, so he offended many people.

"He Yuzhu, you are such a bastard, look at what you served me?" A sarcastic voice came from the crowd. It was Xu Damao. Xu Damao was a resident in the compound. He liked to take advantage of others and had always been dissatisfied with He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu raised his head and looked at the food in Xu Damao's bowl, with a sneer on his face: "Hey, Xu Damao, you are trying to offend me. Look at your bowl, lean meat, spareribs, these are all good things. Look at the big white fat meat in other people's bowls, and you are still not satisfied?"

When Xu Damao heard this, he jumped up in anger: "What the hell are you talking about? I call this contentment? Look at what's in other people's bowls, and then look at mine! You are deliberately targeting me!"

He Yuzhu laughed and scolded: "Xu Damao, you can eat it or not, the ribs are so good, but you are still complaining about it. You dragged an old man out to take the blame, you are the real grandson!"

The first uncle is an old resident of the compound, highly respected and usually very kind to everyone. When Xu Damao heard He Yuzhu mention the first uncle, he was speechless and his face turned pale.

The men of the compound, young and old, gathered around the two brothers bickering, watching with great interest. They knew that this was another "war" between He Yuzhu and Xu Damao.

At this time, the second uncle Liu Haizhong came over with a smile. Liu Haizhong was another resident in the compound. He usually liked to meddle in other people's business, but he was kind-hearted. He looked at He Yuzhu and Xu Damao in the crowd, shook his head, and then smiled and drove them away: "Okay, okay, stop arguing and eat well!"

The crowd dispersed, He Yuzhu and Xu Damao returned to their seats and started eating. But this "war" was not over. Their grievances had accumulated for many years and could not be resolved with just one meal.

He Yuzhu looked at the food in the bowl, and couldn't help but feel a lot of emotions in his heart. He thought of his experience when he was young, when he was still a young man, full of blood, and wanted to do something for the people in the compound. He remembered the excitement and pride he felt when he first walked into the canteen. At that time, he thought he could change the fate of the compound and let everyone live a good life.

However, reality is always cruel. He Yuzhu worked in the canteen for many years, but found that he could not change anything. The residents in the compound each had their own troubles and conflicts. The grievances and hatreds between them were like an intricate web that made it impossible to break free.

He Yuzhu sighed, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He knew he couldn't change the current situation in the compound, but at least he had to do his part to ensure that everyone could have hot meals.

What about Xu Damao? He sat in his seat, looking at the ribs and lean meat in his bowl, but his heart was full of dissatisfaction and resentment. He felt that he had been excluded and suppressed in the compound, and all this was caused by He Yuzhu. He decided to take revenge on He Yuzhu and let him know how powerful he was.

In the following days, Xu Damao began to oppose He Yuzhu everywhere. He deliberately made trouble in the cafeteria to embarrass He Yuzhu; he also spread rumors and said bad things about He Yuzhu behind his back. The residents in the compound began to point fingers at He Yuzhu, and his reputation was seriously damaged.

However, He Yuzhu was not discouraged. He knew that as long as he was doing the right thing, he didn't need to care about other people's opinions. He still stayed in the cafeteria and provided delicious meals for everyone.

As time goes by, life in the compound remains peaceful and monotonous. But beneath this peace, there are countless undercurrents and disputes. The grudges and hatreds between He Yuzhu and Xu Damao are like a time bomb that could explode at any time.

Finally one day, the time bomb exploded without any warning! It was a sunny day, the courtyard was decorated with lights and was bustling with activity. An unprecedented grand banquet was being held. Almost all residents were invited to the banquet. People were dressed in their best clothes, with joyful smiles on their faces.

As for He Yuzhu, as the canteen manager, he naturally had to participate in this feast. During the whole banquet, everyone toasted each other, talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was very harmonious. But who would have thought that just when the banquet was about to end, an accident happened.

Xu Damao suddenly rushed out of the crowd like a fighting rooster. With a furious look on his face, he pointed at He Yuzhu and shouted, "He Yuzhu, He Yuzhu, you embezzled public funds and enriched yourself. Today I will expose your true face in front of everyone!"

When He Yuzhu heard this, he froze in his place as if struck by lightning. He stared at Xu Damao with eyes wide open in disbelief, thinking to himself: "When have I ever embezzled public funds? How can I embezzle for my own benefit?" But Xu Damao obviously did not give him any chance to refute, and then he took out a stack of so-called "evidence" from his arms and shook it in front of everyone.

As soon as these "evidences" appeared, the originally noisy scene immediately became silent. The residents in the compound turned their eyes to He Yuzhu, their eyes full of doubt and distrust. They began to whisper to each other, pointing at He Yuzhu and discussing in low voices.

Faced with this sudden change, He Yuzhu felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, and endless anger and grievance surged in his heart. He clenched his fists, his body trembling slightly, and wanted to explain, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make a sound.

At this time, He Yuzhu knew that no matter how he defended himself, it was pale and powerless in the face of these so-called "evidence". He felt like he had fallen into a bottomless trap, and no matter how he struggled, it was useless. This feeling of being wronged but unable to defend oneself was really painful...