Siheyuan: Tanjia Cuisine He Daqing, destroying Yi Zhonghai

"What are you doing? What's the point of bullying a fool?" Aunt Zhang shouted angrily.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, the hooligans finally backed off, saying some harsh words before running away in embarrassment.

Xiaolan helped He Daqing back to the yard, her eyes full of concern, "How are you? Are you in a lot of pain?"

He Daqing endured the pain and forced a smile, "It's okay, it's just a superficial wound."

Wang Yong looked at He Daqing, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes, "Master He, I'm sorry for getting you into trouble."

He Daqing waved his hand and said, "We are all neighbors and should help each other. If you encounter such a thing in the future, you should call the police first."

Back in the hut, He Daqing lay on the bed, thinking back to the past. He felt pain in his body, but a warmth he had never felt before in his heart. The care and help from his neighbors made him feel the strong human touch in this courtyard, which is hard to experience in modern society.

"Thank you." He Daqing whispered to Xiaolan and Aunt Zhang who were around him.

Xiaolan's eyes turned red slightly, "Master He, you are a good person, we all know that."

In the dead of night, He Daqing lay in bed, tossing and turning. He thought of modern life, busy work and cold interpersonal relationships. He realized that he might never be able to go back, but he did not regret it. Here there are warm neighbors, daily life that makes him feel fulfilled, and Xiaolan's gentle smile.

The next morning, He Daqing got up despite the pain and continued to work. Life in the courtyard continued. He knew that there would be more challenges and twists and turns in the future, but he was ready to face them.

"Xiaolan, let's go to the market together today and buy some fresh vegetables." He Daqing said to Xiaolan.

Xiaolan nodded and responded with a smile, "Okay, I just want to go buy some things too."

A few days passed, and He Daqing came up with a way to use the knowledge and experience he had accumulated before the time travel to help the people in the courtyard enrich their cultural life. He decided to set up a small stall at the gate of the courtyard to sell some old books and newspapers.

The morning sun shone in the yard, and He Daqing placed a few books and newspapers on a small table and started his "business". However, as soon as he set up the stall, several young people came over, pointing and laughing.

"Look at that idiot, he's actually setting up a stall to sell books! Who would buy his books?" a young man sneered.

"Yeah, he can't even read a few words, yet he still wants to sell books to others. It's really hilarious." Another person echoed.

He Daqing's heart tightened slightly. Although he was used to being laughed at by others, he still felt sad. He pretended to be calm and continued to sort the books on the stall, thinking silently: "These books may be useful to everyone. I can't give up easily."

Just as he was about to open his mouth to defend himself, Xiaolan came over. She glared at the young men, then walked to the stall and flipped through the books. "Master He, these books look interesting. I'll buy a few."

He Daqing looked at Xiaolan gratefully, his heart warmed, "Xiaolan, you can pick any of these books. Take the ones you like. You don't have to pay for them."

Xiaolan shook her head and said with a smile: "No, I want to support your business, I can't take it for free."

Other neighbors gradually gathered around, and someone asked curiously, "Master He, what are the contents of these books?"

He Daqing patiently introduced: "There are some novels, books on scientific knowledge, and some old newspapers here. They are rich in content and can help you kill time and increase your knowledge."

After hearing his introduction, the neighbors flipped through the books with interest. Aunt Zhang picked up a book and said with a smile: "This is a good idea. We don't have many entertainment activities in our daily life, so reading books is a good choice."

Gradually, the stall was crowded with people, and many books and newspapers were bought. Seeing this, the young people who had laughed at He Daqing looked a little embarrassed and left in a huff.

He Daqing was relieved. Although he was ridiculed just now, he was very happy to see everyone's support and interest. After the crowd dispersed, He Daqing and Xiaolan packed up the stall together.

"Xiaolan, thank you for today. If it weren't for your help, I'm afraid these books wouldn't be sold." He Daqing said gratefully.

Xiaolan smiled, her eyes gentle, "Master He, everyone knows that you are a good person. No matter what others say, we all believe in you."

He Daqing nodded with emotion, and silently vowed in his heart that he must continue to work hard to bring more help and happiness to the neighbors in the courtyard. He suddenly realized that Xiaolan was not only his neighbor, but also his strongest supporter in this strange era.

As time went by, He Daqing's bookstall gradually became a scenic spot in the courtyard. Every morning, he would set up his bookstall on time, and neighbors were used to buying books and chatting at his bookstall. Sometimes, He Daqing would also share some modern knowledge and experiences with everyone, so that everyone could have a better understanding of the outside world.

"Master He, are there any new books today?" a neighbor asked with a smile.

"Yes, there are several new novels, they are quite interesting, you can take a look." He Daqing answered enthusiastically.

He Daqing felt extremely satisfied with the daily busyness and fulfillment. He knew that although he was in a different world, he had found his place and his own way of life. Xiaolan's support and companionship made him feel a rare warmth and happiness in this strange era.

In the evening, He Daqing and Xiaolan closed their stall and walked home. The afterglow of the setting sun shone on them, reflecting their warm figures.

"Xiaolan, what book do you want to read today? I can recommend it to you." He Daqing asked softly.

"Master He, anything is fine. I believe in your vision." Xiaolan responded with a smile, a hint of anticipation in her eyes.

After a period of operation, He Daqing's bookstall gradually became famous in the courtyard. Not only neighbors, but even residents of nearby neighborhoods would come to see his bookstall. He Daqing got up early every day, sorted out books and newspapers, and then set up the stall to greet the beginning of the day.

One morning, He Daqing was sorting books in front of his stall when a middle-aged man in a suit came over. He looked at the books on the stall with a satisfied look on his face.

"Boss, these books are good. Do you have more?" asked the middle-aged man.

He Daqing was delighted when he heard this and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, how much do you need?"

"I want twenty copies to give to the company's employees," said the man.