Siheyuan: Tossing Yi Zhonghai into a Cesspit from the Start!

[Critical hits from the start] [Physical salvation] [Scheming, but a good man] [Siheyuan fan fiction]

After Qin Huairu's family sucked him dry and left him to die beneath a bridge in the freezing wind, He Yuzhu opened his eyes to find himself back in the east wing in 1964.

Voices came from outside. Yi Zhonghai and Qin Huairu were whispering together, plotting how to trick him out of his lunchbox tomorrow with an excuse about needing food to grow big and strong.

[Ding! The System for punishing evil and promoting good has successfully bound to you. Grandmaster-level Bajiquan has been bestowed.] Along with the mechanical voice, a portable food-preserving space opened. He could now strike back hard at the Siheyuan's scoundrels, with rice, flour, meat, oil, and top-tier skills delivered straight to him. No empty promises.

Late that night, He Yuzhu brought a club down with a dull thud. The usually sanctimonious “First Uncle” toppled into the cesspool and couldn't get his head above the muck for ages.

“In my past life, you bled me dry. This time, I'll let you find out what shit tastes like first.”

He Yuzhu turned and went home to stew the huge slab of pork belly the System had rewarded him with. Its aroma wafted across half the courtyard. Anyone who dared come asking for a share would meet a fate worse than Yi Zhonghai's.

Beat the old vermin with a club, send Qin Huairu to the police station while he was at it, then swap Deaf Granny's pension papers for a dead rat.

He Yuzhu honed his blade. The courtyard's mountain of grievances was only just getting started today.