Siheyuan: At the beginning of the game, Jia Zhang was so angry that he was hospitalized

Siheyuan, in the winter season, the weather is dry, and the dust in the capital is extraordinarily large, so cleaning the yard has become a thorny problem.

A man with a mushroom head and a bitter gourd face in a green padded jacket is feeling so depressed that he is going to die

In his previous life, he was an ordinary worker, also called He Yuzhu, who usually had nothing to do to catch up with a drama or something. Unexpectedly, he stayed up late yesterday to watch the Siheyuan, and when he woke up, he became a silly Zhu in the courtyard.

Silly Zhu, just be silly Zhu, but why don't you let me come one day earlier, and insist on coming back after Sha Zhu took the blame for the stick yesterday and became a chicken thief.

The most outrageous thing is that after blaming that family, that family kicked him away like kicking a football.

Today Widow Qin got up early in the morning and knocked on his door. He thought it was something good, but unexpectedly asked him to get up and sweep the floor.

There's no way, after all, he still has to survive in this world, so why don't he sweep the floor, hold another general meeting, can he explain clearly?

There was no evidence for this chicken stealing, so He Yuzhu knew in his heart that everyone else thought it was a good thing He Yuzhu did, but he couldn't argue with it now anyway.

After a while, Bang Geng took his two younger sisters out and happened to meet He Yuzhu.

While walking, he yelled: "Silly Zhu, you chicken thief, you deserve to sweep the floor."

Then he turned to Xiaodang and Xiaohuaihua and said, "Xiaodang, Huaihua, let's go! Grandma won't let us play with the chicken thief."

This is Qin Huairu's way of raising children. Anyway, someone has taken the blame, so there is no need to let the child be wronged.

"Okay! Very good! I can swallow this breath, but He Yuzhu can't swallow it! Sticks and Jia Zhang, if I don't cry you all, my surname is not He." He Yuzhu tightened the broom in his hand, Keep your head down and continue sweeping.

Sweeping the floor boredly, flipping through the golden fingers that belonged to him.

Negative emotional value system, or a mall, only you can't think of it here, and you can't buy it without it.

Money, rice, oil and salt are priced in single digits, and airplanes and cannons are only priced in three digits. What really makes He Yuzhu jealous are those four-digit or even five-digit things.

For example, advanced self-defense techniques, advanced strengthening fluids, and advanced intercourse techniques! ! ! !

After sweeping the floor in boredom, I planned to go to work.

He happened to meet the third uncle who was squatting at the door 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! I 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, clean it up Is it gone?"

He Yuzhu glanced at him, and replied: "Third Master, I didn't sweep except your house, and the other places are spotless."

"Ding! Negative emotion +1."

Although the third master was not happy, he still asked, "Then why don't you just sweep my house?"

He Yuzhu deliberately amplified his voice, and said: "Who doesn't know the name of the third master, Yan Laoxi, if I destroy your house, I can't afford it!"

"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."

The third master was furious: "Silly Zhu, you..."

Before he finished speaking, the second uncle who had just walked out replied, "What Shazhu said is right, your land is so precious! How dare you sweep it."

"Ding!...+1."

"Second uncle, you are clear, so I won't delay here. I'm going to be late for work." After finishing speaking, he walked outside in a happy mood.

The second uncle was a little puzzled: "This idiot is still afraid of being late for work? He will not be late or leave early any day."

……

I bought two Goubuli steamed stuffed buns with a little negative emotion value. The authentic Goubuli steamed stuffed buns taste good.

Seeing that there were only two negative emotional points, He Yuzhu decided that in the future, he would either go to piss people off, or be on the way to piss off people.

After eating the steamed stuffed buns in a few bites, I walked slowly to the back kitchen, where they were already cooking in full swing.

I have to say that workers in their 60s are treated really well. Not only do they eat three meals a day, they also get a house, they don’t need money for medical treatment, and there are other miscellaneous benefits.

"Yo, Master He came early today!" The words were full of sarcasm.

The one who was talking was another chef in the back kitchen, Huang Lao Liu, who had no skills. He used to help He Daqing in the kitchen, and He Daqing taught him how to make big pot dishes.

After finding out who it was, He Yuzhu went straight to him: "Today we are in a good mood and got up early. Besides, we rely on craftsmanship for food, and we won't starve to death without this job. If I have no skills like you, then I must You have to work hard, too.”

"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."

It is said that swearing does not reveal faults, but He Yuzhu likes to sprinkle salt on people's wounds.

"Master, your tea." A thin monkey-like young man handed over a teacup with workers' strength 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 book who were willing to treat He Yuzhu well. ——Ma Hua.

After handing over the teacup, another small mat was brought over, and a piece of cotton cloth was placed on it. After finishing these, the work in hand continued.

He Yuzhu sat down, took a sip of tea, nothing happened—Gao Mo looked at Ma Hua who was still chopping vegetables, and said, "Ma Hua, how many years have you been with me?"

"Fast three years, master!" Ma Hua replied casually without raising his head.

"Then start learning how to cook from me today!" He Yuzhu took a sip of tea and moistened his lips.

"Okay!" Before Ma Hua could react, he thought that He Yuzhu asked him to work, and then he was overjoyed: "Hey!! Master, why did you ask me?"

"I asked you to learn how to cook with me. Why don't you want to? If you don't want to, then wait another two years." He Yuzhu teased him.

"Yes! I am so willing, how can I not want to! Then master, who should I do this for?" Ma Hua was overjoyed.

"Fatty, from now on, Mahua will do the work for you." He Yuzhu said to the jealous fatty beside him.

"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."

The fat man was full of resentment, and complained to He Yuzhu: "I'm tired of this work, I can't do too much."

"Why! If you don't want to do it, get out if you don't want to do it. I won't keep you here."

Fatty and Mahua are both temporary workers now, and it is up to He Yuzhu to stay or leave.

"Ding! Negative emotion value +1."

"Don't! I can't do it." She chopped vegetables harder in her hand, and the chopping board made a rattling noise.

He Yuzhu didn't care what the fat man was thinking. In the original book, the fat man did not take advantage of He Yuzhu. As a result, he taught his apprentice to starve to death of his master, and when he learned his skills, he wanted to put He Yuzhu aside.

He spends most of his time teaching Mahua how to make a big pot of rice. He just simply stir-fried a dish as a demonstration.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, He Yuzhu went home early, and the people in the back kitchen were used to it.

As soon as he got home, He Yuzhu found that the outer room had been turned over. When he went into the inner room, he found that, as expected, the stick was still looking for something.

"What are you looking for, kid?" He Yuzhu just sat down and didn't pull him down to beat him up.

"Silly Zhu! Stupid..." Being caught as a thief suddenly, Bang Geng felt a little guilty, and then realized that this is Silly Zhu, and his tone became stiff 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."

Stick 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 if he is beaten to death.

He Yuzhu was still calm: "Aren't you clear about this matter? Then do you know why I am willing to take the blame for you?"

Stick stem looked at him vigilantly, but did not speak.

He Yuzhu didn't care about him, and said to himself: "Because your surname is not Jia, but your surname is He, I am your father."

"Ding! Negative emotion value +2."

When Stickong heard this, he became angry: "I am your father, you idiot, dream about you."

He Yuzhu went on to say: "Don't believe me, have you ever heard of confession by blood?"

This kid doesn't study every day, he likes to listen to some messy things, he must know, and he must believe

He Yuzhu bought an alum with a little negative emotion value, took out a needle and pricked his finger, dripped a drop of blood into it, and added the alum along the way.

He Yuzhu began to stimulate the stick: "Son, we two are the ones whose blood is thicker than water. If you say I'm not a father, how about it? Do you dare to try?"

Sticking to his conviction that he is Jia Dongxu's son, he directly took the needle and instilled a drop: "Today I will let you take a good look at it, so that you will give up completely. You are a fool, a fool is your son."

The two drops of blood smudged almost instantly, merging together visibly with the naked eye.

This stunned Stickong's swearing look.

He muttered in his mouth, "It's melted, it's actually melted."

He Yuzhu opened his mouth wide: "My dear son, now you believe it!"

"No, I don't believe it. I want to tell grandma that you bullied me." Stickong seemed to refuse to accept his fate, and ran to find Mrs. Jia Zhang.

"Grandma, grandma, silly Zhu said that he is my father." Stickong cried and ran into Jia Zhang's arms.

Jia Zhang comforted the stick first, then turned around and started yelling loudly, for fear that He Yuzhu wouldn't hear him.

Little stick stem still had some disbelief, and said, "Then why can Shazhu's blood fuse with mine?"

When Jia Zhang heard this, it was like five thunderbolts: "What did you say? Melted? Really melted?"

Stick stem nodded foolishly.

At this time, Jia Zhang looked at the stick, and suddenly realized that the person who looked as good-looking as her son turned out to be more like He Yuzhu now. She had never felt that this face was so ugly and disgusting.

"You bastard!! These two sluts..." He slapped Banggun directly on the face, cursing non-stop.

He Yuzhu was in the room, listening to the notification sound from the system.

"Ding! Negative emotion value +10.

Ding! ...+10.

……

......"

I have to say, this Jia Zhang family is really powerful, and he contributed [-] points of negative emotion points in a short time.

Now we have the Phoenix bicycle, thanks to Mrs. Jia Zhang for sending me the bicycle! !

He Yuzhu was still in the room wrapping the two hairs of the stick in paper, and going to the hospital for a paternity test later, leaving a paternity test just in case.

After a while, the yard became chaotic.

"It's not good, Mrs. Jia Zhang passed out!!!"