Taking Control of the Siheyuan Cretins: It All Starts with Becoming a Street Loafer

I really don't want to watch anymore. It's so toxic. Selling goods is a serious crime, especially in the black market. If you get caught, how will you save people? Are you really that close to them, giving them such a high share of the profits? If you get caught, you'll either be executed or go to jail. If they implicate you, how will you save them?

A street urchin got his marriage ruined, then Yi Daode came to his door nagging, and he just threw a bucket of water on him. Another saintly figure... Sigh.

He accused Yi Zhonghai of being an accomplice in a thief's arrest, and beat him up. He also imitated Da Mao by hanging a tattered shoe on someone else's head, spreading rumors at school. The biggest criticism was that he ate meat every day; grain was rationed, and having more would be considered speculation.

Why would you associate with someone so disloyal? Aren't you afraid they'll betray you behind your back?

He sarcastically remarked, "Silly Zhu, are you willing to be a fool and be manipulated by Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu?" They don't care about money, they don't care about anything else. But I'm not willing! We're just neighbors in the same courtyard house. If I'm willing, I'll help you out; if not, who are you? The protagonist is too saintly.

In a courtyard house in 1962, someone dared to sell items from the system? Has the author never died, or does he think the protagonist has never died? Why not find a job as a purchasing agent if you want to sell things? Without a source of income, being reported at any time would be a huge problem; in those days, it was a death sentence. Even if you weren't a spy, you'd become one.

Hey, your writing is still stuck in that passive-aggressive, talk-and-talk style. That won't get you high scores or an audience. Revise it, it's pretty boring.

Is this a street thug? He looks like a model student.

Four cronies, just because two of them were less of a burden to him, he thought those two were good people and insisted on dragging him along. Has the author never met a good person? If he doesn't want to be a burden anymore, why not just cut ties with these cronies?

Not at all like a street thug; he actually addressed himself respectfully as "Grandpa." The chicken-stealing stunt is unavoidable. Is it possible that something that happened in 1965 was brought forward a few years? Thumbs down!