When He Yuzhu woke up, he found himself back in the courtyard house of 1969. Outside the window, a blizzard was burying the city of Beijing. This was no ordinary winter, but a sign of the apocalypse that would freeze millions to death!
In his previous life, he was the “Foolish Zhu” everyone in the courtyard could bully. He spent his wages supporting the Jia family and gave his food to ungrateful freeloaders. In the end, he froze to death in his drafty shack, watching Qin Huairu’s family share the food that could have saved his life.
Only a fool would let himself be taken advantage of again!
He hides his wages, stockpiles supplies, welds an iron gate, digs a well, and turns his little courtyard into a fortress of a safe house.
Granny Jia bangs on his door and curses him out? “Get lost! Knock again and I’ll sic the dog on you!”
Qin Huairu begs him for help? “Sister Qin, all I have left is steamed buns for the dog.”
The Third Master schemes to get his ration coupons? “Teacher Yan, maybe you should write down how many sweet potatoes you’ve been sneaking away for yourself.”
Xu Damao tries to steal his supplies? “Come on, then! Let me show you how sharp my new welded security bars are!”
When the blizzard seals off the city, the water and power go out, and everyone in the courtyard is starving and chewing tree bark, He Yuzhu sits by the fireplace, drinking hot tea with his canned food.
Eyes bloodshot, the others pound on his door. “Foolish Zhu! Open up! We’re all neighbors!”
With a cigarette between his lips, He Yuzhu sneers through the crack in the door. “Neighbors? Weren’t you the ones who froze to death outside my door in my last life?”
In this apocalypse, no one is going to suck another drop of blood from him. After all, the safe house door only opens a crack for the dead.
To be honest, it's pure nonsense
Not a bad read
The bull's head is not the horse's mouth,