Siheyuan, my new life

Guo Yongping casually closed the system store interface, reached for a cigarette on the bench next to him, lit it, took a deep drag, and saw a wisp of smoke in front of him. His brows furrowed as he fell into deep thought.

If his guess was correct, this "Heaven Rewards Diligence System" was meant to have the host purchase various technical materials from the system store and hand them over to the country to accelerate the development and improvement of science and technology. If his judgment was correct, the so-called merit points were probably also related to this. However, Guo Yongping was extremely conflicted. Coming from the future, he knew very well that even if he possessed many high-tech products, he would still be a vulnerable little carrion in the face of a behemoth like the country. If he was not careful, it would bring about annihilation.

In fact, Guo Yongping had a thought that flashed through his mind just now: to take the initiative to confess to his superiors and cooperate with them, providing the country with various scientific and technological information that the country needed, thereby helping the country develop rapidly.

However, he quickly dismissed the idea. Guo Yongping was extremely worried that if his secret of possessing the "Heaven Rewards Diligence System" were exposed, he would likely be placed under house arrest in a top-secret base, becoming a human database deprived of his freedom. He might even be used as a guinea pig. If things really came to that, he certainly wouldn't surrender easily. The best outcome would be to escape by airship. But even then, he might not be able to escape successfully. And even if he did escape, where in this vast world could he find refuge? No matter where he fled, he would have to live under an assumed name and eke out a living.

Having finally managed to travel back in time, Guo Yongping still hoped to rise above others and achieve great success. How could he willingly become a puppet to be manipulated by others? He also hoped that the country could develop rapidly, but there was a prerequisite: he could not lose his freedom, nor could he put himself in danger.

Guo Yongping sat alone in front of the stove, smoking one cigarette after another. How could he possibly have the best of both worlds?

It wasn't until bursts of laughter and chatter came from outside that Guo Yongping was jolted out of his reverie. He casually tossed away the cigarette butt, which was now burning hot, and slowly stood up. He stretched his legs, which had gone numb from sitting, and spat a few times at the side. Cigarettes without filters are really hard to smoke, even so-called "cadre cigarettes" like Peony cigarettes. If you're not careful, you'll end up with a mouthful of tobacco.

Reaching the door, I lifted the curtain hanging on the glass and saw several men with their hands tucked into their cotton-padded coat sleeves and their necks hunched as they walked into the courtyard. I glanced down at the watch on my wrist, which was a transformation from the system store. It was already 5:30 PM. Clearly, these were the factory workers returning home after get off work.

Guo Yongping didn't intend to go out and greet these people. After all, he didn't know anyone in this courtyard. According to the usual practice of the Beastly Courtyard, it wouldn't be long before the three stewards, after being informed by their families, would come over together to show off their power to him, the new resident. They might even try to intimidate him.

Guo Yongping had already made up his mind that he only wanted to live a lowly life and integrate into society as soon as possible. However, everything has its limits. He would not offend others unless they offended him. If any beasts were to make trouble for him and have any improper ideas, he would not mind directly breaking ties with them. After all, it is better to fight back than to suffer a hundred blows.

Moreover, Guo Yongping was well aware that he was not an ordinary countryman without any background. After all, his original uncle, Dou Dagang, had given him instructions in a letter to his nephew, specifically reminding him that since he lived alone in the capital, he must not be too weak in the face of outsiders, otherwise he might be killed off by those with ill intentions. If anyone bullied him, he should fight back without hesitation. If things got dangerous, he could even use guns. As long as he was in the right, if things got out of hand, Dou Dagang's former comrades and leaders would definitely not stand idly by. They would not stand by and watch their comrade's only descendant be bullied for no reason.

Although Guo Yongping believed that with his physique modified by gene-enhancing drugs, he was no match for three or five ordinary strong men, especially after he had mastered Bajiquan. He was confident that he would not suffer any losses in a real fight. However, he still decided to follow Dou Dagang's advice and give those beasts a lesson they would never forget if anyone came to cause trouble.

As several groups of workers returned from get off work and entered the courtyard one after another, three of them went directly into the front yard. When Guo Yongping saw a burly middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, wearing a worn gray cotton overcoat, walk into the west wing opposite, he couldn't help but frown. According to the plot of the original drama, the person living in the west wing of the front yard of the No. 95 courtyard should be the third uncle Yan Bugui, who was known as the "calculator genius". You know, in the original drama, this old stingy Yan was always a thin old scholar wearing old-fashioned tortoiseshell glasses.

But the man who just walked directly into the west wing across the street was definitely over 1.75 meters tall and weighed at least 150 or 160 kilograms. In this era, he would definitely be considered a tall and strong man. Moreover, judging from his skillful movements when he entered the room, he looked like he was going home.

Thinking back to the snippets of conversation I overheard from the old women watching the commotion when I was moving furniture today, it seems that the man in charge of the front yard at this moment is not Yan Bugui, but a man named Hao Aiguo.

What exactly happened? According to the original story, Yan Bugui moved into this courtyard house after the liberation, and he lived in the west wing of the front yard.

Although the original story of "Full House of Love" begins in 1965, which is more than five or six years ago, in the original story, Sha Zhu's father, He Daqing, had already gone to Baocheng with the White Widow to join a gang, while Sha Zhu should still be just an ordinary cook in the kitchen of the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

However, today Guo Yongping learned from Officer Fang of the Steel Rolling Mill's Housing Management Department that He Daqing not only did not run to Baocheng with the White Widow, but instead went from the Steel Rolling Mill's kitchen to the Security Department's training base canteen as the director, and was a deputy section-level national cadre. Sha Zhu, also known as He Yuzhu, was also working as a cook in the Security Department's training base canteen.