After Lou Xiao'e left, Lu Shuisheng had stayed in the room for too long and wanted to go out for a walk.
It was evening, and every family in the courtyard house was either cooking or having dinner.
As soon as Lu Shuisheng closed the door, he heard harsh curses from the next room, followed by the voice of another young man.
"Dad, just let me eat one more bowl of sweet potato porridge. I'm not full yet!”
"If you only know how to eat, you'll eat to death! If you want to eat, hurry up and find a job, useless trash!”
After the memory fusion, Lu Shuisheng heard the voice and immediately knew that Liu Haizhong was scolding his son, Liu Guangtian.
There were a total of three masters in this courtyard house. They were all old and had been elected to manage the house.
As long as there was no need for the street office or the police station to come forward, the three elders would coordinate and deal with all the big and small matters in the courtyard. The largest authority was called the General Assembly of the entire courtyard.
Among them, Liu Haizhong was Second Uncle. He wore glasses and was fat.
He also worked at the Red Star Rolling Mill. He was a grade-7 blacksmith and had always dreamed of being an official. He liked to speak in an official tone when he had nothing to do.
Liu Haizhong had three sons but no daughters. Due to the influence of feudal ideology, he valued his eldest son Liu Guangqi the most. His eldest son was a treasure, while his other two sons, Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu, were weeds. If he was in a bad mood, he would either beat or scold him.
The eldest son was married and was working in another city. The second son, Liu Guangtian, did not have a job, but he could eat a lot. This made Liu Haizhong very angry. Today, he was scolded because he wanted to eat an extra bowl of sweet potato porridge.
The relationship between his predecessor and Liu Haizhong's family was average, neither good nor bad, and they lived in peace. Lu Shuisheng had transmigrated and read the original work, so he had a bad impression of the Liu family. When he heard the father and son quarreling, he shook his head and walked through the doorway to the middle court.
There were several families living in the middle courtyard, including the Jia family, Yi Zhonghai's family, and Silly Zhu's family.
At this moment, the door of Shazhu's house was open, and the fragrance of food wafted out from the house.
Shazhu was tall and strong, and he was very good at fighting. He had the title of the number one warlord of the Siheyuan. He also worked at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill and was the chef of the first canteen. His cooking skills were first-class.
Shui Sheng was thinking.
Suddenly, there was a bang.
A stone landed not far from his feet.
Lu Shuisheng looked over.
There was a burly boy squatting in front of the Jia family's door. He was the famous ingrate of the Siheyuan.
Because he was spoiled by his grandmother, Jia Zhangshi, the stick meme liked to cause trouble.
At this moment, he was playing with small stones, his right hand constantly throwing them up, looking at Shui Sheng provocatively.
He was the one who had thrown the small stone over just now. Perhaps he did not want to smash anyone, but he just thought it was fun, but it was indeed annoying.
It would be bad if he hit someone. His grandmother, Jia Zhangshi, knew that her grandson liked to play like this, but she didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Lu Shuisheng wouldn't spoil an ingrate. He glared at him and was about to reprimand him when Jia Zhangshi, who had a toad face and triangular eyes, walked out. She held her grandson's hand and went back to the house for dinner.
It seemed that Shuisheng's glare had angered the stick. When the stick followed Grandma into the house, it even turned around and stuck out its tongue at Shuisheng to make a face.
Shui Sheng quickly picked up a small stone, and with a flick of his finger, the small stone shot towards the leg of the stick.
"Ouch!"
The stick cried out in pain and fell to the ground. His forehead hit the threshold and he cried.
"Yes!" Shui Sheng smiled and walked towards the front yard.
"Awesome, my precious grandson, you didn't kowtow, did you?”Jia Zhang-shi cried out loudly, her heart aching.
The thug cried as he wiped his tears. He looked back with suspicion in his eyes. However, there was no one else in the middle court. It seemed that he had accidentally fallen.
In the front yard, a skinny old man wearing presbyopic glasses was watering the plants. When he saw Shui Sheng, he smiled."Shuisheng, you've finally recovered!”
"Yes, thank you for your concern, Third Uncle!”Lu Shuisheng nodded politely.
This old man was called Yan Bugui. He was a primary school language teacher. He liked to be calculative and calculative. He was stingy in his life and would not let others take advantage of him.
He had a catchphrase, never be poor in food, never be poor in drink, and if you can't calculate, you'll be poor!
Among the three masters, Shui Sheng felt that he was the only one who was okay.
After a simple greeting, Yan Bugui focused on watering the flowers.
Lu Shuisheng walked out of the street gate and saw a narrow alley about 200 meters away.
Looking up, there were mottled and dilapidated walls, messy wires, and irregularly erected utility poles.
On both sides of the street were low and old composing houses.
Some of the houses had their own sausages hanging under the eaves, so they weren't afraid of being stolen. At first, Lu Shuisheng was surprised, but he soon realized that the people were simple and honest. There were almost no thieves. He heard that the door wasn't even closed.
"The lives of the people in this era are a little poor, but the sky is incomparably blue and the air is very fresh!”Lu Shuisheng made a comparison with the later generations.
Every era had its advantages. Lu Shuisheng, who was optimistic by nature, quickly adapted to this era.
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