Chapter 231: Yi Zhonghai Continues to Be Unlucky

I heard Yan Fugui wants to introduce a wife to Yan Jiecheng.

Third Aunt's first thought.

Is this woman good-looking?

Don't be like when Yi Zhonghai introduced a match for Shazhu; I don't know whether it was to disgust Shazhu or if he originally had ulterior motives, but he actually introduced Shazhu to a big fat girl who can eat.

A weight of over two hundred jin.

Ugly in appearance, and also ignorant of worldly affairs.

Seeing Third Aunt, she kept calling her 'old lady', unlike other girls who, upon first visiting, would at least address her as 'aunt' or 'grandma'.

That girl, not to mention Shazhu not taking a liking to her, even Third Aunt felt she wasn't a good match for Shazhu.

Yet Yi Zhonghai insisted Shazhu marry such a girl as his wife, which bewildered the neighbors in the courtyard and quickly shattered the relationship between Shazhu and Yi Zhonghai.

Yan Jiecheng, already upset with the Yan family over the Yu Li matter, wanting to save face for the Yan family, insisted on marrying Qin Huairu no matter what.

Basically the same idea.

The Yan family cannot afford any more trouble.

"Well-read and reasonable, her parents are overseas Chinese, and her looks are top-notch." Yan Fugui pointed his hand at the central courtyard, "Qin Huairu isn't even worthy to hold someone's shoes."

"Can the eldest agree?"

"The reason he's causing trouble with us is just that he thinks Yu Li is not bad; if we find him a woman comparable to Yu Li, what reason does he have to object?"

"His father, according to your opinion, how much money will we have to spend? Where will they live? We can't possibly crowd into one house with you; that would be very inconvenient."

"What do you think of the house of the deaf old lady in the rear courtyard?"

Third Aunt was startled.

That is a haunted house.

"My idea is to move the Jia family into the deaf old lady's house, and have our eldest get married in the Jia family's original house."

"Can it work?"

"Everything depends on human effort; I estimate there are quite a few people eyeing the deaf old lady's house, so we should plan ahead and see how to handle this."

At the same time, the Yan family members were pondering the Siheyuan houses.

Inside the detention center, Yi Zhonghai began his duty shift.

Starting at eight o'clock.

He stood for over four hours straight.

Late at night.

Yi Zhonghai finally completed the so-called duty shift.

If it weren't for those people worrying that Yi Zhonghai would be played to death, depriving them of their amusement and entertainment, the hypocrite would have to stand watch all night anyway.

He was assigned to rest in the worst part of the indoor environment.

A corner right next to the toilet.

This is Yi Zhonghai's exclusive spot.

Every newcomer who enters here will go through this procedure, and only when a new newcomer arrives will you be replaced.

There is also another possibility.

That is to fight on the ertai.

As long as you come in, defeat the strongest tyrant, and promote yourself to the new tyrant, you become the king inside: someone will serve your meals, when you're idle someone will massage your feet, someone will rub your shoulders, and someone will tell jokes to relieve boredom.

Such a method of fighting on the ertai.

Yi Zhonghai didn't even want to think about it.

On one hand, his reputation is terrible; everyone inside dislikes him and wants to beat him.

He is like a rat crossing the street.

On the other hand, Yi Zhonghai is no match for the bald one; in fighting experience, physical strength, or even age, the bald one is far superior to Yi Zhonghai.

During this period before Yi Zhonghai leaves, he is destined to have a very wonderful time.

The hypocrite also saw clearly; he suddenly felt a bit upset, looking at his small dwelling before him, smelling that pungent odor, thinking of the various hardships he had endured, Yi Zhonghai, who never cried, felt tears well up in his eyes.

Too late to regret.

He regretted it.

He regretted having schemed like that; in the end, his cleverness backfired, and he brought this upon himself.

Just think about it.

If he had honestly cared for the deaf old lady, occasionally improving her life and sending her away, none of this would have happened.

The deaf old lady, who is seventy or eighty years old, also doesn't have many days left to live.

How could he have been blinded by lard back then, worrying that the deaf old lady would scheme against Huaihua?

I suppose it's because care leads to chaos; being disturbed by Huaihua, he ended up doing such wicked things.

What a pity.

There is no regret medicine in the world.

That fellow who usually paid no attention to Yi Zhonghai, and even secretly harmed him, seeing Yi Zhonghai squatting in the corner without sleeping, worried that Yi Zhonghai might give up on himself, hurried over.

"Master Yi, don't blame me either; this place is where fists do the talking, I have no choice."

Yi Zhonghai said nothing.

He had already been beaten.

He had also completed his shift.

Is there still a need to explain?

"Master Yi, are you alright?"

"My thigh feels a little numb." Yi Zhonghai looked at Er Gouzi, "My body still hurts a bit; do you have any bruise medicine? If you do, help me rub it on."

Hey, my Master Yi, you've been covered in mud, right? What kind of place is this? A place that controls people! Not outside; in here, where would we go to find bruise medicine?" Er Gouzi suddenly slapped his own forehead, "The people here all use folk remedies; this folk remedy is the best medicine for treating injuries. Wait a moment for me."

Er Gouzi ran straight to the pit in the corner.

It was just over a minute.

He came back holding a full tea vat, still emitting a foul smell and a yellowish liquid.

He reached out his hand.

The drinkable liquid in the tea vat reached Yi Zhonghai's lips.

Yi Zhonghai didn't even need to ask.

Just smelling this odor,

he immediately knew what it was.

Urine!

He stared dumbfounded at Er Gouzi, surely also stunned by Er Gouzi's operation.

So urine is the folk remedy, or rather, it's the yellowish urine.

It's not even child's urine.

As for how strange this is,

A feeling of resistance welled up instinctively in his heart; he had done something wrong, but he hadn't yet reached the point where urine and water were indistinguishable.

He kept his mouth tightly shut.

Er Gouzi, too, was a seasoned hand in this place; seeing Yi Zhonghai's expression, he knew what Yi Zhonghai was thinking.

"Master Yi, open your mouth."

"Er Gouzi, this isn't urine—when did it become a folk remedy?" Yi Zhonghai pulled a bitter face, "If I drink it, will it help?"

"My Master Yi, I also know this is urine; it's not that conditions don't allow it. Let me tell you, this is a unique folk remedy passed down for hundreds of years here—whoever gets beaten, drinking a bowl of child's urine will surely recover quickly."

Er Gouzi talked about the benefits of Yi Zhonghai drinking urine, without considering whether Yi Zhonghai would drink it at all; even if he didn't, he would find a way to make Yi Zhonghai drink it.

This is the task Bald gave Er Gouzi.

Yi Zhonghai refused to drink.

Then Er Gouzi would have to drink.

Better a dead fellow cultivator than a poor Daoist.

To avoid suffering himself, Er Gouzi could only wrong Yi Zhonghai.

"Master Yi, do you remember those urine-soaked eggs? Eggs boiled in child's urine—many people scramble to buy them. Drinking child's urine or eating those eggs is the same principle; they both have that warding-off effect. Don't be polite; back at the steel plant, you helped me too. I, Er Gouzi, have failed to learn well and gone astray, but I've always kept your kindness in my heart. I have nothing else to repay you with, so I can only ask you to drink some of the child's urine I brought."

Yi Zhonghai furrowed his brows.

Child's urine is child's urine.

This thing seems unrelated to Er Gouzi.

Er Gouzi is the same age as Jia Dongxu, both thirty-three.

A thirty-three-year-old "child".

Who's messing with the mud?

Even fools wouldn't believe it.

"Master Yi, you don't believe I'm a 'child'? It's just because of my looks—my family's situation is poor, I've never found a partner." Er Gouzi shifted his tone, "I'm not forcing you to drink; you have a project tomorrow. If you don't drink this, can your body handle it? Can you endure tomorrow's project? Don't provoke these people later."

Project.

Yi Zhonghai naturally knew what the project referred to.

So he still had to continue suffering bad luck.

What is this called?

"Master Yi, stop thinking—whether you want to or not, you have to do the project; whether you want to or not, you have to do the project; whether you want to or not, you have to do the project. What else do you want it to do? Listen to me, that's right, yes yes yes, open your mouth, open your mouth, just like this, drink."

Er Gouzi took the opportunity when Yi Zhonghai slightly opened his mouth, poured the contents of the tea vat into his mouth; seeing Yi Zhonghai about to vomit, he didn't care about anything else and pinched Yi Zhonghai's nose.

He couldn't let it spill.

He had to drink it.

Yi Zhonghai, forced to drink urine, felt a salty taste in his mouth, the saltiness mixed with a slight sticky feeling, making him choke uncomfortably.

Especially in his nasal passages, from start to finish, a urine-like odor filled them.

He wanted not to drink.

But he couldn't.

Er Gouzi gave Yi Zhonghai no chance at all, seizing every opportunity to pour the tea vat's contents; in the end, he emptied the full tea vat of urine completely into the hypocrite's mouth.

After Yi Zhonghai finished drinking,

Er Gouzi then staged a murderous, heart‑stopping scheme.

With a beaming face, he declared, "I've done a good deed, I've repaid your kindness, Master Yi."

He opened his mouth.

"Master Yi, isn't it quite effective?"

This was just viciously poking at Yi Zhonghai's heart, afraid he wouldn't die of anger.

It's like snatching a sugar‑gourd from a child's hand, eating it right in front of them, then deliberately blinking and saying the sugar‑gourd is delicious—same principle.

"I knew it would work; in a bit I'll prepare something for you—either we don't treat it, or if we do, we must fix it completely, so we can greet tomorrow's project in good health."

Yi Zhonghai truly didn't know how to express what he felt.

He replied helplessly.

"It doesn't hurt anymore, I just feel a bit nauseous."

Nonsense.

Must be disgusting.

Not even thinking about what you're drinking.

Ergouzi's excreted waste water.

Not being disgusting would be strange.

After Yi Zhonghai finished drinking Ergouzi's urine, the bald man who had beaten Yi Zhonghai stood before him with arms akimbo, saying he would call Yi Zhonghai to a late-night snack.

"You've been standing for several hours; we're worried you might have left a lingering illness, so we want to help disperse the bruises on your body and give you a massage."

Yi Zhonghai's heart gave a jump at that moment.

Didn't Ergouzi say he'd only start the project tomorrow?

How did it come so soon?

"Big brother."

The over-fifty-year-old Yi Zhonghai called the thirty-year-old bald man 'brother'.

How does it look?

How does it feel so full of dissonance?

His face also squeezed out a fawning smile.

Under the eaves, one must lower one's head.

If one should yield, then yield.

Yi Zhonghai knew that if he really fell out with them, he'd truly have no good fruit to eat; to avoid physical suffering, he also didn't put on the airs of a Level 8 Technician.

It's useless here.

"Just now Ergouzi said he'd start the project tomorrow, and it's only just past thirty minutes after midnight."

"Damn, are you trying to fool me with lake paint? I've heard you're a Level 8 Technician at Yagangchang—don't tell me you don't know that after twenty-four hours, past midnight, it's the next day; doing the project the next day, is there a problem? Given your dishonesty, let's make a Three-in-One project."

Endless stream of names.

It truly frightened Yi Zhonghai.

Three-in-One.

Just hearing the name makes one panic.

"Ergouzi, tell Yi Zhonghai what Three-in-One is and have him do it for ten minutes."

Three-in-One is a martial arts method for training the body.

A person squatting on the ground looks like they're doing a horse stance.

Unlike the horse stance, in Three-in-One another leg is straightened, parallel to the ground, and the person's both hands must also be straightened forward.

The straightened hand and the extended leg are parallel to the ground while the other leg remains in a half-squat.

This is Three-in-One.

An extreme means of self-training.

"Master Yi, Three-in-One is said to have been invented by Huang Feihong and promoted here." Ergouzi worried Yi Zhonghai wouldn't understand, personally demonstrated once, "Do you understand now? This is Three-in-One."

"Ergouzi."

"Even if you call him your father, you still have to do it—ten minutes of Three-in-One or an hour of horse stance; think about it, if I were you I'd definitely choose the former."

The bald man reached out and patted Yi Zhonghai's cheek.

The threatening intention became apparent at once.

"Master Yi, just do it, ten minutes." Ergouzi, like the matchmaker Wang Po in Water Margin who hooked up Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing, worked on Yi Zhonghai's thoughts, "We'll grit our teeth and get through it."

Ergouzi's well-meaning persuasion was one factor, and Yi Zhonghai's facing reality was another.

Resigned, Yi Zhonghai did the Three-in-One for ten minutes in front of the bald man.

Those ten minutes nearly cost him his life.

After barely enduring until the time ended, Yi Zhonghai finally heard the bald man tell him to rest, and he no longer dared to squat and let his mind wander.

Worried about being conscripted, he continued to perform what Five-in-One?

The night passed without a word.

The next day.

Breakfast.

Yi Zhonghai also just got an eyeful.

In the blink of an eye.

His food was divided among everyone; the steamed corn bun went into the bald man's mouth, and the thin porridge went into the mouth of an unnamed person.

Looking at the empty food bowl, Yi Zhonghai wanted to cry but had no tears.

No food.

The stomach just hungry.

How to do the project.

"Big brother, steamed corn bun, just give me one."

Yi Zhonghai raised a finger, then used his tongue to lick his own bitter lips, and dry-swallowed the saliva in his mouth.

"Want to eat?"

Yi Zhonghai nodded, his stomach so hungry he could hardly bear it, and he boldly said, "I want to eat, I want to eat steamed corn bun."

Later he saw the situation was not right.

Yi Zhonghai then reduced a steamed corn bun by half on its basis.

"Half, half a steamed corn bun will do." Yi Zhonghai begged the bald man pitifully, "Half a steamed corn bun will fill me up."

Hearing your meaning, this is resenting me for taking your steamed bun.

Yi Zhonghai gave an apologetic smile and said, "Don't dare."

"I heard that outside, you've been giving all your white flour to the Jia Family. You don't even eat white flour yourself—do you have the habit of eating this coarse steamed bun? Don't end up straining your voice."

"I can get used to it."

Heaven is vast, earth is vast.

Eating is the greatest.

"Yi Zhonghai, I took your steamed bun, doing it for your sake, for your health. You just came in from outside yesterday; you're not accustomed to anything, including your body. If you suddenly eat this steamed bun, your body won't be able to handle it. This is all experience. To avoid making you uncomfortable, we can only reluctantly help you get rid of the steamed bun. No need to thank—we're friends, helping you is what we should do."

The bald man shamelessly spoke words that were becoming more and more shameless.

Yi Zhonghai was utterly helpless.

On duty.

Three in one.

Afterwards, still hungry.

"Yi Zhonghai, the elder brother is giving you face, that's why he'd say that." Er Gouzi eagerly interjected: "I'm telling you, not giving you this steamed bun to eat is because you just came in from outside; you have some grease/oil in your belly. Not eating for one or two meals won't starve you. Wait until we've completely drained all the grease from your belly, then we'll give you steamed buns to eat."

After Er Gouzi's explanation, Yi Zhonghai realized he couldn't get his steamed bun back, and couldn't help but sigh.

This life.

When will it be over?