Courtyard House: Why is my time-travel experience so shabby?

"Dangdangdang~"

Du Weiguo had just sat down and hadn't even finished smoking a cigarette when there was a knock on the door.

"Huh?"

He raised his eyebrows slightly, turned his head to glance in the direction of the door, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.

"It's quite interesting. I haven't seen this kind of drama in at least 4 or 5 years."

"Who is it?" Du Weiguo wanted to play a game, so he asked in a hoarse voice.

"Hello, big brother, I am your next-door neighbor."

A woman's voice was heard outside the door. Her tone was a little awkward, but her voice was very nice.

She spoke Chinese with a typical northern accent, which was crisp and hearty, yet also implied a hint of coquettishness that was very suggestive.

"What's the matter?"

Du Weiguo acted like a reckless, straight-A man. Not only did he not open the door, his tone also sounded very impatient.

The woman didn't seem to notice his impatience at all and continued to be enthusiastic:
"Brother, we Chinese believe that a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor, especially when we are in a foreign country, we should help each other.

I just heard from the landlord that a new neighbor has moved in, and I happened to have steamed buns at home today, so I brought a few over for you to try."

"What a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor. They still help each other? Damn it, the dead memories are attacking me!"

Hearing these familiar yet unfamiliar words, long-lost memories suddenly flooded into his mind, and Du Weiguo's mouth curled up uncontrollably.

"Creaky~" Du Weiguo finally suppressed his smile and stood up to open the door.

At the door, a plump young woman was standing prettyly, holding a large coarse porcelain bowl with a few steaming buns in it.

The young woman was probably around 30 years old. She was wearing a tight blue and white floral dress which outlined her curvy figure and made her look quite attractive.

She has a good appearance, with fair skin, and especially a pair of natural peach blossom eyes, which are watery and look very attractive.

“Send buns?
"Yeah, I made it myself."

Du Weiguo was looking at the woman, and she was also not idle.

Look at his sturdy appearance, strong body, and decent clothes, especially the shiny green Rolex Submariner on his wrist.

The woman's eyes instantly brightened, like the ripples of water, and she introduced herself in a familiar manner:
"Hello, big brother. My name is Guan Qiuyue. I came here from the northern part of China to make a living. I live next door to your house."

"Oh." Du Weiguo crossed his arms and acted very indifferent.

Guan Qiuyue seemed not to feel his alienation and remained enthusiastic:
"Brother, I heard from the landlord that you live here alone. Men are doing important things outside. If you need any washing, sewing or mending work at home, tell me."

While speaking, she casually lifted the strands of hair at her ears and raised the corners of her eyes slightly, showing an indescribable charm.

Good guy, Du Weiguo kept saying good guy in his heart, and couldn’t help feeling a little dazed.

With such an opening remark, such a tone and scene, if the woman had not said her name was Guan Qiuyue, Du Weiguo would have thought that it was Qin Huairu who had been reborn through a backdoor listing.

They don't look alike, and can even be said to be poles apart, with almost no similarities at all.

But the expression, tone, and the smell of aged tea are so similar, as if they were carved from the same mold.

By the way, Qin Huairu should not be dead yet.

In a sense, she is the heroine of this world. After all, everything started from the courtyard.

But it has been so long that Du Weiguo can't quite remember where she went. It seems as if he personally sent her to the Liupanshui Steel Plant in Guizhou Province.

However, with Qin Huairu's White Lotus Divine Art at a high level, and her young age and a full and strong grain bag, she should be able to do well wherever she goes.

Thinking of Qin Huairu, the chaotic scenes in the courtyard in the past suddenly flashed through my mind like a kaleidoscope.

"By the way, big brother? What's your name? Where are you from?"

Seeing Du Weiguo staring at her blankly, Guan Qiuyue's eyes suddenly flashed with a hint of hidden satisfaction, and she felt safe.

"Oh." Du Weiguo suddenly came to his senses and said nonsense: "My name is Zhao Shanhe, and I am also from the north."

"Oh? Brother Shanhe, you are also from the north? That's such a coincidence!"

Guan Qiuyue seemed extremely surprised. She excitedly reached out and grabbed Du Weiguo's arm, then moved closer to him.

"There are many Chinese people in St. George's, but not many from the north. After all, it's too far away. Brother Shanhe, I'm from Longjiang, how about you?"

"Tsk, this woman's food bag is indeed quite heavy."

Feeling the amazing elastic force coming from the direction of his arm, Du Weiguo's mouth curled up.

“I am from Jilin Province.”

"Where is Jilin Province?" Guan Qiuyue asked anxiously.

"Hunchun."

"Oh!" Guan Qiuyue shouted exaggeratedly.

Then he held the big bowl in one hand and naturally walked into the house with Du Weiguo on his arm with the other hand.

"We are actually fellow villagers. I am from Dongning. Our two counties are adjacent to each other. In 65, I went to Hunchun Supply and Marketing Company to study."

As she spoke, Guan Qiuyue placed the large coarse porcelain bowl on the dining table in the hallway and sat down on the chair, but her hand never let go of Du Weiguo's wrist.

Du Weiguo nodded: "That's indeed a coincidence. We can be considered as fellow villagers meeting each other."

"It's not a big deal. I can't help but want to cry."

Guan Qiuyue wiped her eyes. Her eye circles were indeed a little red and rippling, which made her look a little pitiful.

"Why are you crying? Life here is not much better than back home. It's normal and we can even eat pure white bread."

At this moment, Du Weiguo was staring at the buns in the big bowl, looking like a fool who had no idea about romance.

Upon hearing this, Guan Qiuyue's brows frowned slightly, but it was only for a moment.

"Yes, yes, look at me, I'm just busy talking nonsense. Come, Shanhe brother, have some buns, the ones with oily cabbage and vermicelli filling, try them, is there a taste of home?"

"Hey~ I'm just hungry, so I won't be polite."

Du Weiguo smiled, picked up a bun from the bowl, and took a big bite.

Of course he dared to eat it, and he didn't care at all that Guan Qiuyue might have added anything to the buns.

With his current physical condition, he can basically do whatever he wants. Even if the buns are filled with arsenic, at most he will feel uncomfortable in his stomach for a while.

However, as soon as Du Weiguo put the bun in his mouth, he actually tasted some other flavor.

It’s not that there was poison or any knockout drug, it’s just that the buns were not newly made, let alone just out of the oven.

Instead, the leftover buns were put back into the pan and heated up again, so the vegetables in the filling had collapsed a little. Moreover, there was very little oil in the buns, almost nothing.

"What's going on?" Guan Qiuyue licked her lips subconsciously, her tone a little nervous.

Of course she knew that these were leftover buns, and the taste was far inferior to freshly-made buns, but this was the best stepping stone she could come up with.

"Well, not bad." Du Weiguo swallowed the bun in his hand in two bites.

But he did not continue to take the remaining buns in the bowl. Instead, he took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit a cigarette, exhaled the smoke and said lightly:
"You should be able to live in this building, right? This bun is quite vegetarian."

Guan Qiuyue's face suddenly showed embarrassment, and at the same time, her eyes turned red, and she instantly changed into a look of aggrieved and about to cry.

"I'm sorry, Brother Shanhe. I was careless and forgot that you are a rich man. I'm sorry to have embarrassed you."

"Hehe~" Du Weiguo took a puff of cigarette and smiled noncommittally:

"I'm not a rich man, but I was hungry and greedy before. After coming here, life has become more comfortable, and I've become a little greedy, and I can't live without meat." "Yes, yes." Guan Qiuyue nodded hurriedly and said, "Brother Shanhe, you look like a capable person, either rich or noble."

Du Weiguo smiled and shook his head:

"Ha! What do you mean by rich or noble? Don't be ridiculous. If I were really capable, would I need to rent a house? It's just to make ends meet."

"Brother Shanhe, you are too modest. Although I have no talent, I know how to judge people. By the way, brother, how old are you this year? Are you married?"

Guan Qiuyue is good at chatting and is good at getting closer to people. After just a few words, Du Weiguo became her brother.

Du Weiguo smacked his lips and said, "To be honest, I'm almost 30 and still single."

Hearing that Du Weiguo was single, Guan Qiuyue's eyes suddenly became more eager:

"Oh, your age now is the golden age for men. You don't have a wife, it must be because you have high standards."

"By the way, brother, what did you do in your hometown? Why did you come to Saint Georgetown?"

Damn it, this woman is still talking nonsense. Du Weiguo dusted off his cigarette ash and said something else:

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"I was a soldier before, but then I made some mistakes."

Without waiting for Guan Qiuyue to respond, he changed the subject: "Why did you come to Saint George? Did you come here by yourself?"

Damn, we finally got to the main part of the story. Guan Qiuyue had been waiting impatiently for a long time, and when she heard this, she instantly perked up.

This woman is very good at tea ceremony. Tears are like a tap. They come as soon as she says them. She bursts into tears in an instant:
"Well, what else could it be? I can't survive in my hometown anymore~~"

Next, Guan Qiuyue narrated her experience with tears and snot.

She is 30 years old and her ancestral home is Dongning, Heilongjiang Province. Her grandfather is a Chinese-Russian mixed-race, which is what the old saying says is a "Ermaozi".

This old man is a restless person and can cause a lot of trouble.

When the Russo-Japanese War broke out in his early years, he joined the White Russian Cavalry Regiment and later joined a gang. With his ruthlessness, he made a name for himself.

However, he did not have a good end. In 42, when he personally led a team to smash the Yao (a wealthy manor with a fort), he was shot in the head by the security guard.

Things were even worse when it came to her father's generation. Although the three brothers did not join the gang, they all joined the army in 46.

It’s just that they stood on the wrong side and were chased all the way from the Songhua River to the Yangtze River. In the end, none of them lived to see the new era.

With a background like Guan Qiuyue's, it is bound to be difficult for her to make any progress.

However, her grandfather was a capable man. His ancestors came from a family of traditional Chinese medicine. Moreover, the old man had good character and had never done anything bad. Instead, he saved countless people and made many good friends.

This was the only way to protect Guan Qiuyue and arrange for her to work in the best supply and marketing cooperative so that she could get married and have children.

But in 67, everything changed. I won’t go into details about this, as those who understand will understand.

Last Spring Festival, before her grandfather died, he used up his last favor and sent her to Vladivostok, and then she boarded a cargo ship to Guyana.

When Guan Qiuyue first came to Saint Georgetown, she was actually living a pretty good life.

With her pretty face, clever personality and experience as a salesperson, she was hired as a waitress at Kunpeng Casino.

Don't underestimate this job. Kunpeng Casino is the cash cow of St. George's Town. Even the salary of the waiters is much higher than the average level in the city.

Moreover, waiters can occasionally receive tips from wealthy customers, which is the bulk of their income, even several times their salary.

But later, she offended someone she could not afford to offend, and not only was she fired by the casino, but several new jobs she had found were also ruined.

As a result, now she can only do odd jobs like sewing or washing clothes to make a living, and her life is extremely miserable.

"Brother, I'm having a hard time right now."

"I rented this house when I was better off. I paid half a year's rent, but it will expire soon. I will probably move to Fujian, Guangdong and Macau."

Guan Qiuyue finished telling her story while sobbing. Her tearful eyes, full of expectation and pleading, stared at Du Weiguo without blinking.

Du Weiguo could only believe half of her words.

Her experiences before leaving the country should be true. As for what happened after coming to Saint George, it is probably only credible if she worked as a waitress in Kunpeng.

As for offending someone who couldn't afford to offend, Chun Chun was just making it up.

In terms of the most powerful people in Shengzhidun, it must be Su Li and Guo Fu, followed by the evil spirits, and then Mr. Zhong, Jenny, and a group of native officials and gentry.

Now Su Li is in power in Shengzhidun. This guy comes from a certain sect and knows very well that the harm of corruption to an organization is devastating and irreversible.

Therefore, he advocates iron-blooded governance methods and has zero tolerance for any corrupt officials. Once the facts are verified, they will all be dealt with to the maximum extent possible, no matter who tries to persuade them.

Su Li was not just pretending. In the past two years, hundreds of officials have been brought down. The lighter ones were sentenced to life imprisonment, while the more serious ones were directly tried and executed.

Although there are always loopholes in a perfect plan, there will definitely be some termites that slip through the net.

But in today's Saint Zhidun, let alone the Hehai Qingyan, at least there are no such people and strange phenomena as those who cover up the truth with one hand and call a horse a zebra.

Therefore, there is basically no one in Saint George who cannot be offended. As long as you have a reason, you can find a place to reason.

As for those big guys who can override the rules, ants like Guan Qiuyue's level can never reach them at all.

To take a step back, even if she really offended such an existence, the situation she described would not have happened.

Either her grave is now covered with grass, or she has been expelled from St. George's. The last possibility is that she has long been ignored.

"So, who did you offend?"

Du Weiguo extinguished his cigarette, then lit up again, and pretended to mutter:
"Since we have met, it is fate. We are from the same hometown. Although I have been here for a short time, I know a few people. Let's see if I can help mediate and make things smooth."

"No, no, the person I offended is not easy to mess with. He is good at both black and white. I don't want to implicate you."

Guan Qiuyue's expression became a little unnatural, and her eyes were wandering, but she concealed it quite well and immediately changed the subject:

"By the way, brother, I can see that you are a capable person. I want you to help me change some money. Is that okay?"

"Change money?"

Guan Qiuyue quickly glanced at his face, then her eyes were full of desire, and she said hesitantly:

"Yes, I still have some casino chips that I saved up before, and I want to exchange them for US dollars with you."

Upon hearing this, Du Weiguo instantly understood.

Damn it, I was wondering why this white lotus suddenly targeted me, it turns out I just showed off my wealth again.

It is a taboo in the underworld to not show off your wealth. In fact, Du Weiguo has been very careful. When he paid the rent to the fat woman just now, he only took out more than two hundred dollars.

Du Weiguo has really lost his concept of money now.

Not to mention the astronomical figures in his account that skyrocketed every day, the gold, jewelry, and cash piled up in the space alone were enough for him to squander for several lifetimes.

Two hundred dollars was just a meal or a few carved bullets for him, but for Guan Qiuyue, it was indeed a way out.

Of course, she is just at the end of her rope now. This woman had seen a lot of money before in Kunpeng.

Du Weiguo deliberately said loudly: "That's it, no problem, how much do you want to change?"

Guan Qiuyue had been observing his reaction, and when she saw him being so cheerful, she was immediately overjoyed.

"3~500, based on the market price, 1:1.2, do you think that's okay?"

She originally wanted to say 300, but seeing Du Weiguo's disapproving look, she gritted her teeth and raised it directly to 500.

"no problem."

Du Weiguo directly took out a roll of US dollars from his pocket, all of which were 100-dollar bills. At this moment, he looked like Yang Gu, a fool with a lot of money. (End of this chapter)