Chapter 80: Liu Guangtian informs

At this moment, He Yuzhu thought of a book he had read in his later life, *Crossing the South and Returning to the North*. In the end, He Yuzhu decided that, while ensuring his own safety, he would do what he could for this world.

"Silly Brother, Silly Brother..." He Yushui's voice came.

Hearing this, He Yuzhu's eyes gradually regained focus. He saw He Yushui waving her hand—the one she had sucked her fingers on—right in front of him.

He Yuzhu immediately understood that he had been distracted just now, while He Yushui had assumed he was worrying about her future.

"Silly Brother, even if I don't get into a specialized secondary school, it's nothing. Getting into high school is also quite good. Even if I can't get into university in the future, graduating from high school and going to work still makes me an intellectual, and there's a high chance of becoming a leader," He Yushui said.

He Yuzhu also had a bit of a headache. He Yuzhu was confident in his ability to tutor He Yushui in her studies, but the timing was too late; it was almost May. If he were to conduct intensive tutoring for He Yushui over these two months, it would certainly arouse the suspicion of those with ulterior motives.

He Yushui was not someone who could keep a secret. People with ulterior motives could easily trick her into revealing that he was the one tutoring her. For a cook to be able to tutor a junior high student was quite inconceivable in this era.

If those people with ulterior motives were to investigate him, it would be troublesome.

"Forget it, I'd better respect He Yushui's personal destiny. I'll just make it up to her more in terms of daily life. Besides, even if He Yushui were to just lie at home and wait to die, I could still support her."

"Alright, work hard! Tomorrow I'll go buy you a bicycle," He Yuzhu said.

"Really, Silly Brother! No, wait, where would you get a bicycle ticket? Don't lie to me!" He Yushui said, incoherent with excitement.

"The trust store, second-hand," He Yuzhu said, rolling his eyes.

He Yuzhu did have a bicycle ticket in his consciousness space that he had gotten from the black market, but the Party and the organization clearly would not approve of He Yuzhu's distribution model, distribution method, and distribution power.

This power to distribute the world's resources could only be in the hands of the Party and the organization, so they would inevitably strike out against people like He Yuzhu.

Bicycle tickets were all traceable. If, because of this, they were to investigate him, it would be too troublesome. It was better to just buy a second-hand one at the trust store, then stuff it into his consciousness space to be disassembled and reassembled; he just needed to make the bicycle look new.

Besides, what era was this? Having a second-hand bicycle was already pretty good.

"That works too, it's a deal then," He Yushui said excitedly.

"It's a deal," He Yuzhu nodded.

Once happy, He Yushui rarely did chores. In fact, there wasn't much to do; San Dama had already cleaned the house thoroughly under the incentive of money.

He Yushui was just pretending to work, and He Yuzhu felt very satisfied. To have mastered the essence of slacking off at such a young age, she would definitely be a good employee after she started working.

He Yuzhu was now pondering his consciousness space. Since he had decided to do something, he must first know himself and figure out his advantages.

The consciousness space was his greatest reliance, and it currently manifested three functions.

First, it could store tangible items. Regardless of shape, as long as it was touched and did not exceed 10,000 cubic meters, it could be stored, provided it was not a living creature.

Second, it extended from the storage function into an ability similar to Earth Escape.

Third, objects within the consciousness space were completely controlled by his consciousness and could be disassembled and reassembled.

"Isn't this third point just the law of equivalent exchange from *Fullmetal Alchemist*? Analyze and understand matter, then disassemble and reconstruct it," He Yuzhu thought to himself. He Yuzhu glanced at He Yushui, who was pretending to work, and while she wasn't looking, he took the kitchen knife from the house into his consciousness space. He shaped the knife according to his imagination—it turned into an iron rod, then a sword. In short, he couldn't create something from nothing; he could only reshape what already existed.

He Yuzhu moved his mind, and the kitchen knife turned into a wooden-handled pistol in his hand. Unfortunately, because He Yuzhu didn't understand the precise structure of a pistol, this pistol only had the form but not the function.

"I still have to learn. I must first understand the structure, then understand it, and finally, I can reconstruct it," He Yuzhu thought to himself after turning the pistol back into a kitchen knife.

Subsequently, He Yuzhu conducted the next experiment: was it absolutely necessary to touch the item with both hands? If it only worked with both hands, what would happen if the opponent found out about this condition and cut off his hands?

He Yuzhu first chased He Yushui back to her room, then conducted the experiment.

He Yuzhu first tested with his foot. With a thought, the sock on his foot immediately appeared in the consciousness space; with another thought, the shoe on his foot also appeared in the consciousness space.

He Yuzhu landed directly on the ground barefoot and discovered that he could also control the land with his feet. Within the 10,000-square-meter coverage area, He Yuzhu could clearly perceive everything on the land, just like 3D modeling.

Next, He Yuzhu continued to test various parts of his body. Through the experiment, he discovered that as long as his body was touching it, it could be stored in the consciousness space, even if it was just touched by his hair.

With this, He Yuzhu was relieved; even if someone were to cut off his hands and feet, he wouldn't have to be afraid.

No fear, no fear at all.

He Yuzhu stood barefoot on the ground, feeling all of this. Suddenly, He Yuzhu noticed Liu Guangtian running toward his house.

He Yuzhu moved his mind, put on his shoes and socks, and then a knock on the door came.

"Brother Zhuzi, just now Yi Zhonghai went to see my dad, saying they wanted to hold a full-courtyard meeting, claiming it was to donate money to Qin Huairu, and then using this opportunity to beat you down. My dad chased me and Guangfu out the door, they didn't realize I was eavesdropping," Liu Guangtian said, slipping in as soon as He Yuzhu opened the door, speaking in a low voice.

"Heh, the same old trick," He Yuzhu said disdainfully.

"No, it's not the same old trick. Yi Zhonghai gave every household between two and five yuan, just so that when the donation happens in a moment, everyone will donate enthusiastically, donating back the money Yi Zhonghai gave them."

"Everyone will donate, and if you don't, Brother Zhuzi, you'll be isolated. Heaven knows what other despicable methods Yi Zhonghai has. At this meeting, if you don't donate, it won't work, and if you donate too little, it won't work either. Yi Zhonghai has plenty of words to squeeze you," Liu Guangtian said.

He Yuzhu let out another cold laugh. He had grown capable, actually playing this hand. However, it was still the same old trick: ruining his reputation, then spreading it everywhere so that matchmakers wouldn't dare introduce him to girls, making him become a man without descendants or forcing him to marry Qin Huairu.

"I know. What was your dad's reaction?" He Yuzhu asked.

"My dad doesn't care about this; my dad cares about whether he can regain the power of the Second Great Uncle. He said he's too stifled now, his every word and action is recorded by Guangfu and handed over to the Street Office at any time. My dad let Yi Zhonghai handle this matter," Liu Guangtian said.

"Guangtian, you can't push your dad too hard either. Give him some appropriate slack, lest your dad be driven to a corner and do something extreme," He Yuzhu said, then took five mao out of his pocket and handed it to Liu Guangtian.

"Brother Zhuzi, I can't take this money. I haven't even spent the twenty yuan you gave me last time," Liu Guangtian said.

"Take it if I give it to you. Keep an eye on everything in the courtyard for me at all times, understand?" He Yuzhu said, directly stuffing the money into Liu Guangtian's pocket.

"Alright!" Liu Guangtian patted his pocket, opened a crack in the door, and after seeing no one was paying attention, slipped out of He Yuzhu's room.

"Sigh, I was just worrying about not having a chance to squeeze Yi Zhonghai's money dry. Now, the opportunity has come," He Yuzhu said excitedly.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 81 =====