"What, what news did you get? Is there even a question? It's definitely that kid Wang Shouren who won."
"Hehe, I thought so too, that big idiot Sha Zhu."
The two chuckled, understanding each other without saying a word.
The two idiots in the compound, for Sha Zhu, are stating a fact.
As for Wang Shouren, most of the jokes were lighthearted. At least, from the day he hit Shazhu with a brick, everyone knew that this honest man had truly stood up for himself. No one really thought he was a fool.
However, at this critical juncture, he decided to challenge Sha Zhu to a one-on-one duel.
Anyone with a discerning eye would know that Wang Shouren likely possessed something valuable.
Xu Damao rushed back, also to see Sha Zhu make a fool of himself.
Such an opportunity is extremely rare, perhaps only once in a millennium.
"Moth! Moth!" Xu Damao shouted as he opened the door.
Lou Xiao'e was reading a book in the room when she heard Xu Damao's voice. She put down her book and frowned, "What's wrong?"
"Why are you reading this kind of book again?" Xu Damao said with displeasure when he saw the book title on the table.
"I'm just taking a look because I have nothing else to do," Lou Xiao'e said casually.
"Alright, just be careful with your money. The atmosphere isn't good lately." Xu Damao didn't argue with her. Every time they got into this topic, it was an endless argument, which was pointless. He might as well go back to the countryside a few more times.
"Come on, let's go outside and find a good spot." Xu Damao grabbed Lou Xiao'e's hand and prepared to head outside.
"Hey, why the rush? Another college-wide meeting?"
"Oh dear, what's with this whole courtyard? Wang Shouren and Sha Zhu are about to fight." Xu Damao said, pulling Lou Xiao'e along as they walked towards the central courtyard.
At this moment, Sha Zhu was already sitting confidently in the central courtyard, waiting for Wang Shouren's return.
People started to gradually enter the area outside.
Arguments gradually began to rise at the entrance.
"Hey, you old coward Yan, how can you be so shameless? Setting up a stall here and charging money? Charging admission fees? Do you believe I'll report you to the neighborhood committee?!"
“Hey, Old Wang, don’t wrong me. I didn’t take any money. I’ve always been in charge of the gate to this compound. Not letting other courtyards, ah, I mean, not letting strangers in, is my duty, the mission entrusted to me by the neighborhood committee.”
"Bullshit! Everyone in this alley knows my face, I'm telling you..."
"Hey, hey, hey, I said no, and that means no..."
Wang Shouren was happily heading home when, upon reaching Nanluoguxiang, he saw a large crowd gathered at his courtyard gate. Somewhat bewildered, he walked over and overheard an old man and his third uncle arguing heatedly, surrounded by a crowd of young people eager to join the fray. He listened for a while.
His expression turned strange.
Goodness...
Was I being made a fool of?
The old man was still collecting tickets here.
It has to be you, Third Uncle.
"Hey, buddy, don't push. Let Old Wang lead the way. Otherwise, if we go in, we'll have to give Grandpa Yan some benefits, no matter what."
"How much does he charge?" Wang Shouren asked.
"They didn't say much, they'd let us in even if it was just five cents or a dime, it's just fun to watch. So it's worth it."
"Then why didn't you just give it in directly?"
"Hey buddy, what are you saying? If something can be given for free, why insist on giving it to someone else? That's just being a sucker."
“Indeed…” Wang Shouren nodded, pushed through the crowd, and went inside. This time, he used the skillful force of Tai Chi. Not to mention that there were only ten or twenty people gathered here, even if there were twice that number, it would be easy for him.
The verbal battle between Old Wang and Third Uncle has reached a fever pitch.
No matter what Old Wang said, the Third Uncle always had a "You're right, but I won't listen" look on his face. Old Wang was so angry that he was practically fuming, but the old man just wouldn't say a word, only smiling at him and muttering things like "duty." It was like punching soft cotton—his strength had nowhere to go.
The young people around them found it quite interesting.
Some people have even started discussing it.
"Hey, this old man Yan is something else. He can adapt to any situation with his unchanging approach. No wonder he's a scholar. His heart is truly wicked."
"Go away, go away! So you're here watching us two have a good laugh?!" Old Wang was the first to react. He had come to watch the monkey show, but now he was the monkey himself—that was unacceptable. Without saying a word, he pulled a handful of sunflower seeds from his pocket and placed them on the table: "That's enough."
"That's enough, that's enough." The third uncle grinned from ear to ear. These days, sunflower seeds weren't so easy to come by. He'd pack them up and save some money for the New Year.
Wang Shouren smiled. The people in this courtyard are really quite interesting.
Wherever there's excitement, I can watch it with great interest.
As for being treated like a monkey, so what? In my past life, I was treated like a monkey countless times.
Seeing that even Grandpa Wang had pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds, the others started reaching into their pockets as well. What could they do? The eldest brother had surrendered; the rest of them naturally had to admit defeat. Grandpa San looked at the group of guys reaching into their pockets with a smug expression. He really wanted to pat his son on the shoulder and tell him to learn from his father, because this was all the empire his father had built.
Wang Shouren didn't care about any of that; he pushed his way through the crowd and headed inside.
"Hey, grandpa, why doesn't he use his pockets?"
The old man greeted Wang Shouren with a cheerful smile, then said to the others, "Him, taking things out of his pocket? What are you all looking at then?"
"What do you mean?"
"What do you mean?! Hurry up, the main event is about to begin!"
Quite a few smart people realized this.
"What? That's Ersha? And his build? He's too skinny. Can he even beat Dasha?"
Big Fool, also known as Fool Zhu, was quite famous in this area. When he was young, Fool Zhu learned wrestling for a few days from an elder of his martial arts lineage, and he was fairly skilled in fighting, usually keeping three to five men at bay. He had made a name for himself in this alley. However, he was too solitary and not exactly a street thug.
So, nobody really cared about him.
So today I heard that Big Fool is going to fight some nobody Second Fool.
Then they all came.
Those who saw Ersha were somewhat disappointed. With that small frame, wasn't he just a sitting duck for Dasha?
"What's wrong? You're already here, aren't you going in to take a look? Putting everything else aside, even though he's skinny, the opening argument was quite interesting. Old Wang and Uncle San's argument wasn't very exciting. You have to watch the young people have a good argument, that's what makes it fun."
"Yes, yes, hurry, hurry, get in!"
"Hey, hey, hey, one by one! Don't rush! It won't be that fast!" The old man looked at the surging crowd and felt a little numb. He regretted not stopping Wang Shouren. It wouldn't have been too late to go in after collecting the fees.
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