Chapter 1

In the quadrangle courtyard, as winter approached, the weather was dry, and the dust in BJ was particularly heavy, making sweeping the courtyard a thorny issue.

A man with a mushroom-shaped head and a bitter face, wearing a green cotton robe, was now feeling extremely depressed.

In his previous life, he was an ordinary worker, also named He Yuzhu. He usually spent his free time watching TV dramas. He never expected that after staying up all night to finish "Qing Man Siheyuan" yesterday, he woke up to find himself as the fool in the quadrangle courtyard.

Well, being a fool is one thing, but why couldn't he have come a day earlier, before yesterday when the fool had to take the blame for the chicken theft?

The most outrageous thing was that after taking the blame, the family treated him like a kicked football, pushing him away.

Today, Qin Guafu knocked on his door early in the morning. He thought it might be something good, but it turned out she wanted him to sweep the floor.

There was no choice; he still had to survive in this world. If he didn't sweep, what else could he do? Could he explain everything clearly at another all-courtyard meeting?

The chicken theft had no solid evidence, and only He Yuzhu knew the truth. Everyone else thought he was the culprit, and he couldn't argue his way out of it.

Soon, Banggeng went out with his two sisters, and they happened to run into He Yuzhu.

Banggeng shouted as he walked, "Fool, you thief, you deserve to sweep the floor."

He then turned to Xiao Dang and Xiao槐hua and said, "Xiao Dang, Huahua, let's go! Grandma doesn't want us to play with the thief."

This was Qin Huiru's parenting style. Since someone had taken the blame, there was no need to let the children suffer.

"Fine! Fine indeed! The fool can swallow this, but I, He Yuzhu, can't! Banggeng and Jia Zhangshi, if I don't make you cry, I'll change my name!"

He Yuzhu tightened his grip on the broom and continued sweeping, his head lowered.

Bored, he swept the floor and reviewed his special ability.

The Negative Emotion Value System, or rather, a mall, where there was nothing you couldn't buy if you could think of it.

Basic necessities like rice, oil, and salt cost only a few negative emotion points. Even planes and cannons were only in the hundreds. What really caught He Yuzhu's eye were the items costing thousands or even tens of thousands of points.

For example, advanced self-defense techniques, advanced enhancement fluid, and advanced bedroom techniques!!!

After finishing the boring task of sweeping, he planned to go to work.

He happened to meet Third Grandpa, who was brushing his teeth at the door. Looking at the toothbrush in his hand, He Yuzhu thought of the things he used to clean the toilet.

"Hey, isn't that the fool! Up so early today." Then he pretended to remember and said, "Look at my memory, I forgot you were sweeping. Fool, did you finish?"

He Yuzhu glanced at him and replied, "Third Grandpa, I swept everywhere except your place. The rest is spotless."

"Beep! Negative Emotion +1."

Although Third Grandpa was unhappy, he still asked, "Why didn't you sweep my place?"

He Yuzhu deliberately raised his voice, "Who doesn't know your reputation, Third Grandpa? If I damage your floor, I can't afford to pay for it!"

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +1."

Third Grandpa, furious, said, "Fool, you..."

Before he could finish, Second Grandpa, who had just come out, replied, "The fool is right. Your floor is so precious! Would he dare to sweep it?"

"Beep!... +1."

"Second Grandpa, you understand. I won't waste time here; I'm going to be late for work." He Yuzhu walked out, feeling quite pleased.

Second Grandpa was puzzled, "The fool is afraid of being late for work? He's never on time and always leaves early."

...

He Yuzhu used a few negative emotion points to buy two Goubuli buns. The real Goubuli buns were excellent.

Seeing he only had two negative emotion points left, He Yuzhu decided that from now on, he would either be confronting people or on his way to confront them.

He finished the buns in a few bites and slowly walked to the kitchen, where everyone was already busy.

It had to be said that the workers in the 1960s had it good. They got three meals a day, housing, free medical care, and various other benefits.

"Hey, Master He, you're early today!" The words were full of sarcasm.

The speaker was another chef in the kitchen, Old Huang, who had no skills. He used to help He Daqing, who taught him to cook large pots of food. But this guy was ungrateful and always picked on the fool.

Knowing who it was, He Yuzhu confronted him, "I'm in a good mood today and got up early. Besides, I earn my living with my skills. Without this job, I wouldn't starve. If I were like you, with no skills, I'd have to work diligently."

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +1."

Killing with words, as they say, don't expose someone's weakness, but He Yuzhu loved to rub salt in the wound.

"Master, your tea." A skinny young man, who looked a bit sly, handed him a teacup with the slogan "Workers Have Strength." He Yuzhu knew this was one of the few people in the original story who treated him well—Ma Hua.

After handing him the teacup, he brought over a small stool and even padded it with a piece of cotton before continuing his work.

He Yuzhu sat down, took a sip of tea, and, as expected, said, "Ma Hua, how long have you been with me?"

"Almost three years, Master!" Ma Hua replied without looking up.

"Then start learning to cook from today!" He Yuzhu took another sip of tea.

"Sure thing!" Ma Hua, not yet reacting, was overjoyed, "Hey! Master, what did you call me for?"

"Teaching you to cook. If you don't want to, you can wait another two years." He Yuzhu teased him.

"I want to! I really want to! How could I not want to! Master, who will do my job then?" Ma Hua was elated.

"Fatso, Ma Hua's job is yours from now on." He Yuzhu said to the fat man, who was full of jealousy.

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +1."

The fat man, full of resentment, complained, "I'm already tired. I can't do more."

"What! Don't want to? If you don't want to, get lost. I don't need you here."

The fat man and Ma Hua were temporary workers, and their employment was entirely up to He Yuzhu.

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +1."

"Fine! I'll do it." He cut the vegetables more forcefully, the chopping board making a loud noise.

He Yuzhu didn't care what the fat man thought. In the original story, this fat man had taken many favors from He Yuzhu but, in the end, betrayed him.

Most of the time, he taught Ma Hua to cook large pots of food, while he simply demonstrated by cooking a simple dish.

At five in the afternoon, He Yuzhu left early, and the kitchen staff were used to it.

When he got home, he noticed the outer room had been ransacked. Looking into the inner room, he saw Banggeng still searching for something with his butt up.

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

"Fool! Fool..." Caught in the act, Banggeng was a bit nervous but then remembered, "It's the fool, so what if I look?"

He Yuzhu ignored him, poured a glass of water, and said, "Was the chicken you stole yesterday?"

Banggeng was startled, "Why do you say I stole it?"

This was what Jia Zhangshi had taught him. No matter who asked, he would never admit it.

He Yuzhu remained calm, "Don't you know? And do you know why I was willing to take the blame?"

Banggeng looked at him warily but said nothing.

He Yuzhu continued, "Because you don't have the Jia surname; you have the He surname. I'm your father."

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +2."

Banggeng, enraged, said, "I'm your father, you fool. Dream on."

He Yuzhu said, "Don't believe it? Have you heard of blood recognition?"

Banggeng, who never studied but loved to listen to all sorts of nonsense, knew about blood recognition and believed it.

He Yuzhu used a negative emotion point to buy some alum, pricked his finger with a needle, and dropped some blood into it, adding the alum.

He Yuzhu taunted Banggeng, "We are blood-related. If you don't believe I'm your father, why don't you try it?"

Banggeng, firmly believing he was Jia Dongxu's son, took the needle and dropped a drop of blood, "I'll show you today. I'll make you give up completely. You fool, a fool is your son."

The two drops of blood instantly mixed, visibly blending together.

This left Banggeng stunned.

He muttered, "It mixed, it actually mixed."

He Yuzhu grinned, "Good son, do you believe it now?"

"No, I don't believe it. I'll tell Grandma, you're bullying me." Banggeng, seemingly unwilling to accept his fate, ran to Jia Zhangshi.

"Grandma, Grandma, the fool says he's my father." Banggeng cried and ran into Jia Zhangshi's arms.

Jia Zhangshi first comforted Banggeng and then loudly cursed, making sure He Yuzhu could hear.

Banggeng still had doubts, "Why did the fool's blood mix with mine?"

Jia Zhangshi, hearing this, was shocked, "What did you say? Mixed? Really mixed?"

Banggeng nodded dumbly.

At that moment, Jia Zhangshi looked at Banggeng and suddenly realized that the person who looked like her son now looked even more like He Yuzhu. She had never found this face so ugly and hateful.

"You bastard!! These two sluts..." She slapped Banggeng across the face and cursed nonstop.

He Yuzhu, in the room, heard the system's notifications.

"Beep! Negative Emotion Value +10.

Beep!... +10.

...

..."

It had to be said, Jia Zhangshi was quite effective, contributing fifty negative emotion points in a short time.

Now he had a Phoenix bicycle, thanks to Jia Zhangshi's gift!!

He Yuzhu still kept two of Banggeng's hairs in a paper, planning to go to the hospital for a DNA test later, just in case.

Soon, the courtyard was in chaos.

"Bad news, Jia Zhangshi has fainted!!!"