As soon as I stepped outside, the cold wind that had been kept out started to forcefully pierce my collar.

Wang Shouren shrank his neck, tightened his clothes, closed the door behind him, and walked towards the front yard.

This large courtyard was originally a three-courtyard siheyuan (traditional courtyard house). His family lived in the innermost back courtyard, and had to pass through the middle and front courtyards to go out.

It was just past five o'clock, and it wasn't dark yet.

As soon as Wang Shouren stepped out, he ran into a fat man wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, with his hands behind his back, acting like a leader.

This is undoubtedly Liu Haizhong, the second uncle who has an insatiable thirst for officialdom.

"Second Uncle, are you off work?"

Liu Haizhong grunted an "Mmm" through his nose, then walked inside without even looking at him.

Wang Shouren smiled; in his memory, his second uncle was just like that.

He can walk past you like that, but if you don't greet him, he'll have to greet you next time you meet.

The key is that you can't get angry at the nonsense he spouts, because if you do, he'll get agitated.

Of course, the only good thing is that Uncle Er doesn't fight with outsiders much; his hands are used to hit children.

You can doubt the skill level of a level 7 blacksmith, but you cannot doubt the strength of a level 7 blacksmith.

As for his second uncle, a burly man, Wang Shouren felt it best not to offend him if possible. What if he suddenly decided to take action?

Speaking of the courtyard's war god, it's Sha Zhu who's always getting into fights. If it were a real, real arena, Second Uncle would be sure to beat Sha Zhu so badly that even his Sister Qin wouldn't be able to see him anymore.

In his previous life, Wang Shouren also watched the TV series that netizens jokingly called "Birds Fill the Courtyard," as well as countless fan fictions created based on the series. They all had their own tricks. Some said that no one in the entire courtyard was a good person, while others said that there were quite a few good people in the courtyard, such as Qin Huairu, Lou Xiao'e, Yu Li, and He Yushui. Aren't they all good people?

Everyone has their own explanation and their own reasoning.

However, Wang Shouren always believed that only what he saw was true.

The relationships within the courtyard were complex and lively. While diligently recalling the original owner's memories, she didn't stop, passing through a moon gate to arrive at the central courtyard. The central courtyard was the largest, with the most residents, and was also bustling.

At this time of day, people are boiling water, cooking, and adults are chatting while working, while children run around barefoot in the yard, creating a chaotic scene.

Wang Shouren looked at his neighbors in the courtyard, frowning as he processed the memories of his neighbors.

Suddenly, a beautiful figure caught his eye out of the corner of his eye, and his gaze involuntarily drifted over.

Wang Shouren raised an eyebrow. Good heavens, he exclaimed, "Good heavens!"

In the original owner's memories, he had unusual feelings for Qin Huairu. After coming from the countryside, he didn't have many friends here, and no one wanted to play with him. In addition, he was a quiet and reserved person, so he didn't have much of a relationship with anyone in the entire courtyard. He was the kind of person who would greet people when he saw them, but wouldn't talk much.

But Qin Huairu was the only one who would often chat with the original owner.

Perhaps she was just teasing the original owner, but this left an indelible memory in the original owner's heart.

Qin Huairu was very beautiful, even more so than those on television. Without makeup, she completely outshone the girls in his hard drive from later generations. She had a very attractive figure, voluptuous yet not overweight. Her almond-shaped eyes seemed to speak volumes when she looked at people. With just one glance, Wang Shouren's lips involuntarily curled into a slight smile. He then immediately lowered his head.

"Shouren, are you feeling better?" Qin Huairu's face was a little pale. When she saw Wang Shouren coming over, she stopped what she was doing and said as warmly as before, "If you need anything, just tell me, don't be shy."

Qin Huairu is a newly widowed woman this year. Her husband, Jia Dongxu, had an accident at the beginning of the year, and she looked much worse then than she does now. She has recovered somewhat, but her face is still pale. It's likely that after giving birth to Huaihua, she was forced to work at the steel mill, where the daily workload was too heavy, and she couldn't adapt.

"Thank you, Sister Qin." Wang Shouren lowered his head and rushed over.

"What are you doing?" A slightly overweight woman's head popped out of the window, her triangular eyes glaring fiercely at Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu seemed startled, lowered her head, and continued with her work without saying a word.

"Hmph." Madam Jia snorted coldly and shrank back. Ever since her son died, she had been watching her daughter-in-law more closely than anything else. No matter who got close, they had to endure her glare, scolding, and tantrums.

Qin Huairu felt bitter inside, but she couldn't say anything about it. Her bright eyes lit up slightly as if she were thinking of something, but then dimmed again in an instant.

Upon arriving at the front yard, Wang Shouren saw the legendary Yan Bugui, who was wiping down a bicycle.

He didn't say much, greeted the third uncle, and then went out.

Looking back one more time, there's the mottled red door, the dilapidated lintel, and the noisy voices of people.

The memories in his mind had mostly been integrated. He chuckled. To be honest, the courtyard wasn't big, but there were quite a few strange fellows there.

The three old men in the front, middle and back yards, the silly cook, the pretty widow, and the old woman with triangular eyes.

Perhaps, this era isn't so boring after all.

He straightened his clothes and was about to grab a bite at the restaurant at the entrance of the alley when he saw a square-faced man in work clothes walking towards him.

He was in his fifties, with a buzz cut, thick eyebrows, big eyes, and an upright demeanor; he was none other than the legendary Moral Celestial Venerable.

An old man's eyes lit up when he saw Wang Shouren. He walked over and said, "You lad, you're finally able to get up. How are you feeling now?"

"It's...it's alright, sir, thank you." Wang Shouren lowered his head shyly, mimicking the original owner's manner.

"That's fine then." The old man sighed as if he had thought of something, and patted Wang Shouren on the shoulder: "Kid, you have to look forward. Also, the factory is already urging you to go to school and get your withdrawal processed. Come to the factory with me."

Regardless of how selfish Yi Zhonghai is portrayed in other novels or TV series.

But this old man was truly devoted to Wang Shouren.

After his father's accident, the original owner was completely clueless and didn't know what to do. It was only when an old man stepped forward that everyone rallied to help him. After a lot of work, they finally managed to give the original owner's father a proper burial. Throughout the whole ordeal, the old man didn't make any demands on the original owner. He would even have an old woman come over occasionally to chat with him and offer him some advice.

Putting everything else aside, Wang Shouren acknowledged the kindness shown to the old man.