Silly Zhu: I Don't Want to Be Taken Advantage of in This Courtyard House

When he woke up, He Yuzhu returned to the snowy night of 1965 - that cold winter when his father had just run away with the widow, his sister was wearing open-toed cotton shoes to pick up coal cores, and the "good Samaritans" in the courtyard were thinking about how to deprive him of his last ration. The tragedy of dying from illness in a bridge in his previous life was still before him. This time, he stared at the soles of Yi Zhonghai's newly nailed leather shoes and suddenly smiled: "Master, is it time to take out the remittance slip you signed for me?