Chapter 149

Good times and beautiful scenery are always fleeting.

Under the gorgeous starry sky, Shazhu's excited mood suddenly calmed.

Riding his bicycle, he returned to the Siheyuan.

Just entered the courtyard.

The sound of Jia Zhangshi arguing with her precious little sister He Yushui reached Shazhu's ears first, startling him greatly before his mood suddenly dropped.

He was shocked, because Jia Zhangshi was arguing with He Yushui, and Shazhu worried that this little girl couldn't hold her own against Jia Zhangshi, that old shrew.

The necromancer Jia Zhangshi is, however, a person whom everyone finds annoying, even dogs dislike.

Thus we need to include "Necromancer". Also maybe Laoqianpo appears in the glossary.

Continue.

Within the Siheyuan, only the deaf old lady, leaning on her age and supported by Yi Zhonghai, could barely keep Jia Zhangshi under control.

Others.

Really not possible.

Shazhu's idea of protecting his sister gained the upper hand.

Thus he was greatly startled and lost his composure.

He prepared to drop his bicycle and rush in to properly contend with Jia Zhangshi.

His mood dropped again, snuffing out the thought of competing with Jia Zhangshi, because He Yushui's challenging voice also reached Shazhu's ears.

Jia Zhangshi is full of foul talk.

What disrespect for elders, claiming I, Jia Zhangshi, am the elder of your He family siblings, saying your future is still long, scolding you for your own good, you must not be ungrateful, and so on.

These are all Jia Zhangshi's words.

Shazhu took it in stride.

What truly surprised Shazhu was He Yushui; this girl in her late teens, a high school student, may not be adept at swearing, but her rebuttals to Jia Zhangshi's words were exceptionally fierce.

What seeing you, the neighbors are already full; what your appearance, when the neighbors eat, you deliberately shove your face in front of them so they get an instant eyeful, saving food, and so on.

Although there isn't a single dirty word, the foul meaning seeps through everywhere.

All along.

Shazhu then felt a little worried about He Yushui, worrying that this sister of his, just as in his previous life, had a good relationship with the Jia family.

As it turns out.

Clearly, Shazhu overthought it.

Just He Yushui's feisty spirit as a little girl.

Also someone who doesn't suffer losses.

Just a few simple words frightened Jia Zhangshi so much that she didn't even dare to raise her hand to hit He Yushui.

Jia Zhangshi, are you trying to hit me? I tell you, I'm a high school student; if you hit me, my grades will suffer, or it will affect my future contribution to the steel mill—I'll make you regret it. If you hit me today, tomorrow I'll go to the teacher and say my head hurts, I have no energy to study, I won't get into university, and it'll be all your fault.

Jia Zhangshi was stunned; she raised her hand to strike He Yushui's face, but didn't dare to let it fall, so she just lowered it, yet felt she couldn't save face.

I am Jia Zhangshi, after all.

Inside the Siheyuan, Jia Zhangshi is a master of causing a scene.

When has he ever enjoyed such treatment.

He backed down.

He Yushui, you money‑losing wretch, how dare you speak to your elders like that?

Jia Zhangshi knew she was in the wrong, couldn't cause a scene, and didn't dare to hit He Yushui, so she leaned on her age, adopted the airs of an elder, and blamed He Yushui for not respecting the elderly.

This routine.

Only Shazhu, secretly watching the show from the side, felt it was familiar.

This is Yi Zhonghai's usual routine.

Thus include Yi Zhonghai.

Moral blackmail.

Jia madam, nowadays it's not the old society; if elders speak wrongly, juniors should point it out, not indulge them. If you think I'm wrong, feel free to find someone to judge. He Yushui looked at Jia Zhangshi, emphasizing each word: "What did you just call me? A money‑losing wretch? Women can hold up half the sky, even elders say that, and you keep calling me a money‑losing wretch—are you questioning the idea that women can hold up half the sky? Or do you think all women are money‑losing wretches?"

Jia Zhangshi's brains.

With a buzz, the pot exploded.

She is clueless and stubborn, not understanding anything, yet she also knows how heavy this hat is, and it's definitely not something Jia Zhangshi can bear alone.

If things go badly, even Jia Dongxu will get dragged in.

Bangeng and the club also cannot escape disaster.

Looking at He Yushui before him, he suddenly felt she was a stranger; he had thought that with Shazhu gone, He Yushui, a twelve‑ or thirteen‑year‑old girl, could be easily manipulated by Jia Zhangshi, and Shazhu's belongings would become the Jia family's property.

Shazhu is not here.

But He Yushui has become strong.

He became the first high school student in the Siheyuan.

Even his gift of gab has become so sharp.

"I don't have it, I don't have it."

"You don't have it? You don't have what?" He Yushui changed her tone, continuing to hammer Jia Zhangshi with big principles: "Nowadays we advocate reform, new people, new things, a new look, and you keep calling me a money‑losing wretch—you're just trying to turn history backwards."

Turning history backwards.

Five characters.

She was so frightened she almost wet herself.

Even if you gave her a dog's courage, she still wouldn't dare.

"Yushui, this old woman has stirred up trouble." Jia Zhangshi, knowing she wasn't a match for He Yushui, bowed to He Yushui in front of the neighbors, saying, "Don't treat me as an equal; we're just neighbors, we don't see each other's heads when we bow."

"Hmph." He Yushui said: "Do you now know we're neighbors? Just now you were sneaking around outside our house, looking shifty, and calling me a money‑losing wretch. I ask you honestly: if I'm a money‑losing wretch, then by your logic, aren't all the women in the courtyard money‑losing wretches? You yourself are a woman—are you a money‑losing wretch?"

He Yushui said, "Ang. Do you realize now that we're neighbors? Just now you were lurking outside our house, acting shifty, and you kept calling someone a money‑losing item, Jia Zhangshi. I have one question for you: tell the truth. I am a money‑losing item. By your logic, does that mean every female comrade in our courtyard is also a money‑losing item? You yourself are a female comrade—are you a money‑losing item as well?"

He pointed at Long Laotaitai, who was watching the show to the side.

Long Laotaitai is the old ancestor of our Dayuan, she is also a female comrade; according to your Jia Zhangshi's meaning, Long Laotaitai is also a money-losing good? You say, is Long Laotaitai a money-losing good?

Shazhu hiding in the dark.

He secretly praised He Yushui's words in his heart.

Fox borrowing the tiger's might.

That's all there is to it.

Borrowing Long Laotaitai's influence.

Suppressing Jia Zhangshi's shameless behavior.

If the provoking Long Laotaitai actually waved her cane and struck Jia Zhangshi, this show would surely be more entertaining; but looking at Long Laotaitai's demeanor, it seems as if she were deaf, as if she hadn't heard He Yushui's words at all.

Feigning deafness and muteness.

But Long Laotaitai's signature skill.

It seems.

Long Laotaitai saw through He Yushui's scheme of drawing trouble eastward, not wanting to be used by He Yushui, so she pretended not to have heard.

Being implicitly called a money-losing good by He Yushui is still better than Long Laotaitai and Jia Zhangshi staging a dog-eat-dog show in front of the neighbors.

They're all people.

What are you pretending to be, a big-tailed wolf?

The scene Shazhu expected did not unfold as he wished.

Want to watch the show.

Need to personally get involved.

Shazhu thought the timing was about right, and it was his turn to go on stage.

Pushing his bicycle, he walked toward the crowd, pretending he had just returned, feigning ignorance as he asked: "Hey, everyone's here, could it be that another Dayuan meeting is about to be held?"

"Shazhu, you've finally come back." Jia Zhangshi went to find the parents, saying, "You take care of your sister; she's bullying people."

"How is she bullying you?"

Jia Zhangshi was stunned.

Didn't know how to answer.

One can't say that seeing Shazhu secretly send mushrooms to Yan Fugui, feeling uneasy, then using that as an excuse to go ask He Yushui for something, only to be given a 2-0 by He Yushui.

"She randomly puts a hat on me, saying I'm reversing history; I don't know anything, I'm just a rural old woman, what history am I reversing?"

"Aunt Jia, I don't like hearing you say that; I know Yushui's character as her brother; if you don't push her to the edge, she wouldn't bother with you, so it's definitely your fault."

Shazhu retorted without mercy.

In the choice between strongly supporting He Yushui or Jia Zhangshi, as He Yushui's brother, he naturally stood on his sister's side.

Just like that, wearing a fake smile, he quietly watched Jia Zhangshi's performance.

This plump old woman is indeed an old white-eyed wolf that can't be tamed.

"Although I've just come back, I still heard some news; our Yushui is definitely bound for college; if you, Jia Zhangshi, really make Yushui so angry she can't study and fails to get into college, is the responsibility yours, Jia Zhangshi, or that Head Steward of our courtyard?"

Shazhu's gaze fell on Yi Zhonghai, who was watching the show from the side.

From beginning to end.

This Head Steward never showed up the whole time, just watching the show.