Chapter 60: Shazhu Uses Another Dirty Trick

"First Uncle is truly a good comrade who serves the people. Rest assured, First Uncle, I will spread your spirit of dedication to everyone!" Zhao Gangzi also began to change his tune and call him First Uncle.

With just a few casual words, he had Yi Zhonghai feeling over the moon.

He even decided to charge ten cents less for this job, agreeing to do it for forty cents.

When Yi Zhonghai walked into the toilet at Zhao Gangzi's home holding a manure scoop, there was even a hint of pride on his face.

"Don't worry, Gangzi, I will definitely clean your toilet until it's spotless. I'm a professional!"

Yi Zhonghai clearly hadn't realized he had been PUA'd by Zhao Gangzi; he was working away in the toilet with great enthusiasm, even digging out the old, long-accumulated waste.

In an instant, the entire Middle Courtyard was reeking.

Zhao Gangzi almost couldn't help but vomit; he hurriedly closed the toilet door, and the smell eased up only slightly.

"My god, this old guy Yi Zhonghai is really putting in the effort. These few cents were well spent; I'll have to find him again next time," Zhao Gangzi couldn't take it, covered his nose, and quickly fled back home, sealing up every window and door.

Things were fine on Zhao Gangzi's side, but the He Yuzhu family across the way had it miserable. Shazhu wasn't home right now; he was still at the Rolling Mill washing dishes.

As for the little debt he had previously owed, it was ultimately paid off by his own father, He Daqing. After all, since the White Widow wouldn't bear him a son, Shazhu was the only seedling left in their He family.

Although they hadn't been in contact for a long time, he couldn't let the line end with this generation.

Right now, only Shazhu's younger sister, He Yushui, was home. She was doing her homework when a foul stench suddenly wafted in, nearly causing her to snap the pencil in her hand.

"Ugh... who is Godfather cleaning the toilet for again? I really can't take it," He Yushui had seen Yi Zhonghai in the courtyard earlier and naturally assumed he was working again.

She hurriedly took her homework and ran to the Back Courtyard to hide at First Aunt's place.

With a stench like this, it probably wouldn't dissipate for half a day.

On the other side, Yan Bugui was grumbling as he walked back.

This old Yi, he had to compete with him over everything. Who had ever seen someone fight over the job of cleaning a toilet?

And cleaning it for his own enemy, at that.

This old thing really became more shameless the older he got.

"Ptooey, what bad luck today," Yan Bugui spat.

Just as Yan Bugui was cursing Yi Zhonghai under his breath, Shazhu returned from work at the factory.

As soon as he entered the Front Courtyard, he immediately covered his nose; the stench hit him right in the crown of his head.

"Who the hell is taking a dump? Why does it stink so much!"

Shazhu had just finished eating at the factory, and this hit him so hard he immediately vomited.

Seeing Yan Bugui standing to the side, Shazhu hurried over to ask about the situation.

Third Uncle glanced at Shazhu and said casually, "Who else could it be? It must be Zhao Gangzi's place..."

"Hmph!"

Seeing Yan Bugui go home grumbling, a wicked idea sprouted in Shazhu's mind.

A fine Zhao Gangzi indeed; it was one thing to use the toilet in the middle of the night, but now he was releasing poison gas in broad daylight. The time for revenge had come!

"It stinks so much! The time to avenge Godfather has come," a fierce glint appeared in Shazhu's eyes.

He had originally expected to inherit Yi Zhonghai's estate in the future, but now, Yi Zhonghai was nothing. He had heard, however, that Second Uncle had helped him find a new job.

But the pay seemed quite low, barely enough to get by.

And the culprit behind all of this was Zhao Gangzi, whose life was getting better and better; even Shazhu himself had been screwed over quite badly.

Shazhu wandered around and happened to see Bang Geng playing with stones with a bunch of kids at the corner of a wall. He hurried over and traded a peanut for the large blue stone brick in Bang Geng's hand.

"Bang Geng, come, eat the peanut Uncle Sha is giving you. Let me borrow that brick," Shazhu stuffed a peanut directly into Bang Geng's mouth.

Then, without even looking, he took the blue brick in his hand and snuck toward the Middle Courtyard.

At this moment, because of the stench, not a single soul could be seen in the Middle Courtyard, which provided the perfect opportunity for Shazhu.

"Hmph, I've been sick of you for a long time. You even went and built a private toilet; watch how I deal with you," Shazhu chuckled.

He then struck a pose, swung his arm around, and threw the large brick in his hand. It traced a graceful arc through the air and landed right inside Zhao Gangzi's toilet.

Yi Zhonghai had been working conscientiously in the toilet.

He was thinking about how to change his current miserable situation when, just as a thought crossed his mind, a brick suddenly descended from the sky and slammed into his back with a loud *thud*.

"Ouch! Which dog-thing is trying to harm me?"

Yi Zhonghai was crying tears from the impact.

The manure scoop slipped from his hand, and with the heavy manure basket still on his back, he lost his balance and plunged headfirst into the pit.

Zhao Gangzi, inside the house, heard the noise and hurried out to check. As soon as he opened the toilet door, he saw Yi Zhonghai upside down in the pit, stuck there head-down like a green onion.

Shazhu saw that Zhao Gangzi had actually come out of his house.

Combined with the familiar voice coming from the toilet.

Oh no, he had hit his Godfather.

"My Godfather! Who harmed you again? That damn thing!"

Shazhu hurriedly put on a look of grief and rushed into the toilet, grabbing Yi Zhonghai by the legs to pull him out.

Yi Zhonghai had nearly choked to death in the pit.

"First Uncle, what happened to you? I heard such a loud noise from inside the house," Zhao Gangzi asked.

After all, this happened while he was working for him; it wouldn't be good if it were counted as a work-related injury, as he would have to pay compensation.

Shazhu also wore a look of deep sorrow, constantly performing CPR on Yi Zhonghai.

"I say, Shazhu, why aren't you giving your Godfather mouth-to-mouth?"

"Why the hell don't you do it yourself!"

Shazhu was performing CPR on Yi Zhonghai while dry-heaving.

*Splurt. *

Suddenly, Yi Zhonghai sprayed a mouthful of "golden juice" all over Shazhu's face.

"Shazhu, Gangzi, someone is trying to kill me!"

Yi Zhonghai lay on the ground, his hand trembling as he pointed to the large bluestone brick on the ground nearby.

Shazhu wiped the filth off his face and vowed solemnly, "Don't worry, Godfather, I will definitely avenge you!"

"What a good boy!"

Yi Zhonghai felt gratified; he had not raised this foster son in vain after all.

Meanwhile, Zhao Gangzi narrowed his eyes as he watched Shazhu.

Which brat dared to throw a brick into someone's latrine, and such a big one at that? If that had hit someone on the head, they would be dead or at least crippled.

"Alright, if there's nothing else, get out! Let's get this straight first: this doesn't count as a work-related injury, and I won't be paying any extra money," Zhao Gangzi said, not wanting to pursue the matter further, and hurriedly told Shazhu to carry Yi Zhonghai out.

"Do you think I, Old Yi, am that kind of person? Zhao Gangzi, your mind is too dark!"

Yi Zhonghai couldn't help but curse.

Just then, a series of cries and shouts came from the Front Courtyard; it sounded like Qin Huairu, and the moment Shazhu heard Sister Qin's voice, he carried Yi Zhonghai straight to the Front Courtyard.

At this moment, Qin Huairu was sitting on the ground, holding Bang Geng in her arms and crying loudly, while Bang Geng looked half-dead, gasping for air.

"My poor son! What has happened to you? If something happens to you, how am I supposed to go on living? Sob sob sob..."

Many people were gathered around, pointing at Bang Geng.

He had been fine just a moment ago, and then suddenly he became like this.

"Someone save my son! I beg you all!" Qin Huairu did not know what to do.

She could only pat Bang Geng's back frantically, wondering if she could pat him back to life.

The next moment, Bang Geng suddenly convulsed and spat a peanut out of his mouth.