Chapter 1 Little Stick Terrier is still not called Dad
In the courtyard house, in the winter season, the weather is dry and the dust in the capital is extremely heavy. Cleaning the courtyard has become a thorny problem.
A man with a mushroom head and a bitter face wearing a green cotton-padded jacket is feeling extremely depressed right now.
In his previous life, he was an ordinary worker, also named He Yuzhu. He usually had nothing to do but watch TV dramas or something. Unexpectedly, he stayed up late last night to watch Love in the Courtyard. When he woke up, he became the stupid pillar in the courtyard.
Silly Zhu, let's be stupid, but why didn't you let me come one day earlier? I had to come back yesterday after Silly Zhu took the blame for Bangge and became a chicken thief.
The most outrageous thing is that after taking the blame for that family, that family kicked him away like a ball.
Today Widow Qin woke up early in the morning and knocked on his door. He thought it was something good, but unexpectedly she asked him to get up and sweep the floor.
There is no other way. After all, he still has to survive in this world. What does he want to do if he doesn't sweep the floor? Can he explain clearly in another hospital meeting?
There was no evidence for stealing the chicken, and He Yuzhu knew it in his heart. Others thought it was He Yuzhu who did it. Anyway, he couldn't defend himself now.
After a while, Bangge took his two sisters out and happened to meet He Yuzhu.
As he walked, he shouted: "Silly Zhu, you chicken thief, you deserve to sweep the floor."
Then she turned to Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua and said, "Xiaodang, Huaihua, let's go quickly! Grandma won't let us play with the chicken thieves."
This is Qin Huairu's way of raising children. Someone has taken the blame anyway, so there is no need to let the child suffer any more.
"Okay! Very good! He Yuzhu can't swallow this tone of voice. He Yuzhu can't! There's also Jia and Zhang. If I don't make you cry, my surname will not be He." He Yuzhu tightened the broom in his hand.
He lowered his head and continued sweeping the floor.
He swept the floor boredly and looked at his golden fingers.
The negative emotion value system, or a shopping mall, is where you can only think of things you can’t think of, and there’s nothing you can’t buy.
Money, rice, oil, and salt all have single-digit negative sentiment values, and airplanes and artillery only have three-digit prices. What really makes He Yuzhu jealous are the four-digit or even five-digit items.
For example, advanced self-defense techniques, advanced strengthening fluids, and advanced room-centering techniques!!!
I finished sweeping the floor out of boredom and planned to go to work.
He happened to meet the third uncle squatting at the door and brushing his teeth. Looking at the toothbrush in his hand, He Yuzhu thought of what he used to clean the toilet.
"Hey, isn't this silly Zhu? You got up so early today." Then he pretended to remember and said: "Look at my memory, I forgot about you sweeping the floor. Silly Zhu, sweep it up."
Is it done yet?”
He Yuzhu glanced at him and replied: "Third uncle, except for your house, I didn't clean it. I swept the rest of the house to make it spotless."
"Ding! Negative emotion +1."
Although the third uncle was not happy, he still asked: "Then why don't you just sweep the floor of my house?"
He Yuzhu deliberately amplified his voice and said: "Who doesn't know the name of Yan Laoxi, the third uncle? If I sweep up your house, I can't afford to pay for it!"
"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."
The third uncle was furious: "Silly Zhu, you..."
Before he could finish speaking, the second uncle who had just walked out replied: "Sinzhu is right, your Yan Laoxi's land is so valuable! Silly Zhu, he dares to sweep it."
"Ding!...+1."
"Second uncle, since you have a good reputation, I won't stay here any longer. I'm almost late for work." After saying that, he walked outside in a happy mood.
The second uncle was a little puzzled: "Is this fool still afraid of being late for work? There are days when he is not late and days when he is not late for work."
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I used some negative emotion points to buy two Goubuli steamed buns. The authentic Goubuli steamed buns, needless to say, taste great.
Seeing that there were only two points of negative emotion, He Yuzhu decided that from now on, he would either go to insult others or be on the way to insult others.
After finishing the buns in a few bites, I walked slowly to the kitchen where the cooking was already in full swing.
I have to say that the treatment of workers in the 1960s was really good. Not only did they get three meals a day, they also had a house, free medical treatment, and other miscellaneous benefits.
"Hey, Master He came early today!" His words were full of ridicule.
The person who spoke was another chef in the back kitchen, Huang Laoliu, who had no skills. He used to help He Daqing cook, and He Daqing taught him how to cook big pot dishes. However, he turned out to be ungrateful and kept running against Fuzhu every day.
After learning who he was, He Yuzhu directly responded: "We are in a good mood today and got up early. Besides, we rely on our crafts to make a living, and we will not starve to death without this job. If I am as incompetent as you, then I will definitely
You must also go to work conscientiously.”
"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."
Killing someone is heartbreaking. It is said that scolding people does not reveal their shortcomings, but He Yuzhu loves to rub salt into other people's wounds.
"Master, your tea." A thin, monkey-like young man handed over a tea cup with the word "Worker Power" printed on it. He looked a bit cunning, but He Yuzhu knew that in front of him was one of the few people in the original novel who was willing to treat He Yuzhu well.
——MCA.
After passing the tea cup, he brought over a small horse basket and put a piece of cotton cloth on it. After doing this, he continued the work at hand.
He Yuzhu sat down and took a sip of tea. As expected - Gao Mo looked at Ma Hua who was still chopping vegetables and said, "Ma Hua, how many years have you been with me?"
"Almost three years, master!" Ma Hua responded casually without raising his head.
"Then you can start learning cooking from me today!" He Yuzhu took a sip of tea and moistened his lips.
"Okay!" Ma Hua hadn't reacted yet, thinking that He Yuzhu asked him to work, and then he was overjoyed: "Hey!! Master, what did you ask me to do?"
"Why don't you want to learn how to cook from me? If you don't want to, just wait for another two years." He Yuzhu joked.
"Yes! I'm so willing, how could I not be willing? Master, who should I do this for?" Ma Hua was overjoyed.
"Fat man, from now on MCA's work will be done by you." He Yuzhu said to the jealous fat man next to him.
"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."
The fat man looked unhappy and complained to He Yuzhu: "My work is tiring enough. I can't do more."
"Why! If you don't want to do it, get out of here. I won't keep you here."
Fatty and MCA are both temporary workers now, and their departure or stay is all a matter of He Yuzhu's word.
"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."
"Don't! I can't do it anymore." He cut the vegetables harder with his hands, and the cutting board clattered.
He Yuzhu didn't care what the fat man was thinking. In the original work, the fat man took advantage of He Yuzhu. As a result, he taught his disciples to starve the master to death. After learning the skill, he wanted to leave He Yuzhu aside.
Most of the time was spent teaching Ma Hua how to make a big pot of rice. He simply fried a dish and gave a demonstration.
At five o'clock in the afternoon, He Yuzhu went home early, and the people in the kitchen were accustomed to it.
As soon as He Yuzhu got home, he found that the outhouse had been turned over. When he went into the back room, he saw that Banggeng was still sticking his butt out and looking for something.
"What are you looking for?" He Yuzhu just sat down and didn't pull him down to beat him.
"Silly Zhu! Silly..." The thief was suddenly caught. Banggeng felt a little guilty. Then he thought that this was Silly Zhu, and his tone became stronger again: "You don't care what I'm looking for."
He Yuzhu ignored him, poured a glass of water, and said, "You stole the chicken yesterday?"
Bangge was a little panicked: "Why do you say I stole it?"
This is what Jia Zhang taught him yesterday. No matter who asks, he will not admit it even to death.
He Yuzhu remained calm: "Are you not clear about this? Then do you know why I am willing to take the blame for you?"
Bangge looked at him warily and said nothing.
He Yuzhu ignored him and said to himself: "Because your surname is not Jia, your surname is He, and I am your father."
"Ding! Negative emotion value +2."
When Banggeng heard this, he became angry: "I am your father, you idiot, just dream."
He Yuzhu continued: "You don't believe it, do you? Have you ever heard of recognizing relatives by shedding blood?"
Bangge, this kid doesn't study every day, he just likes to listen to some nonsense. He must know it, and he must believe it.
He Yuzhu used some negative emotion points to buy a piece of alum, took out a needle and pricked his finger, put a drop of blood into it, and also added alum into it.
He Yuzhu began to stimulate the stick: "Child, our blood is thicker than water. If you say I am not the father, what do you think? Do you dare to try?"
Banggeng was convinced that he was Jia Dongxu's son, so he took the needle and dropped a drop: "Today I will let you take a good look and make you give up completely. You idiot, the idiot is your son."
The two drops of blood smudged almost instantly and fused together visibly to the naked eye.
This made Bangge stunned in his vow.
He muttered in his mouth: "It's melted, it's actually melted."
He Yuzhu opened his mouth: "My good son, now you believe it!"
"No, I don't believe it. I want to tell grandma that you bullied me." Bangge seemed to refuse to accept his fate and ran to find Jia Zhang.
"Grandma, grandma, Shazhu said he is my father." Bangge cried and ran into Jia Zhang's arms.
Jia Zhang first comforted Banggan, then turned around and yelled loudly, for fear that He Yuzhu wouldn't hear.
Xiaobangge still didn't believe it and said, "Then why can Shazhu's blood blend with mine?"
When Jia Zhang heard this, she was like a thunderbolt: "What did you say? Melted? Really melted?"
Bangge nodded stupidly.
At this time, Mrs. Jia Zhang looked at Banggeng and suddenly realized that the person who used to be as good-looking as her son was now more like He Yuzhu. She had never felt that this face was so ugly and hateful.
"You bastard!! These two bitches..." He slapped Banggong directly on the face and kept cursing in his mouth.
He Yuzhu was in the room, listening to the prompts from the system.
"Ding! Negative emotion value +10.
Ding!…+10.
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I have to say, this Jia Zhang family is really awesome. In a short time, he contributed fifty points of negative emotion points.
Now the Phoenix brand bicycle is available, thank you Jia Zhang for sending the bicycle!!
He Yuzhu also wrapped two strands of Banggan's hair in paper in the house. He would go to the hospital for a paternity test later and keep a paternity test certificate just in case.