"Fuck him, beat him to death!" Under the leadership of Brother Bao, several gangsters screamed and rushed towards Ye Han and the two of them in a swarm, showing a strong tendency to move forward and not be afraid of death.

Seeing Brother Bao and others rushing over with shouts, Ye Zhuang was so frightened that his muscles and legs were weak. He sighed, squatted down, hugged his head with his arms and buried it in his chest, preparing to face their siege.

"Damn it, these gangsters are so arrogant!"

Seeing that he had kicked the little gangster away, instead of intimidating Brother Bao and the others, it actually caused them to attack in groups. Ye Hanhan snorted and stepped forward without retreating. He strode forward like a tiger breaking into a herd of sheep. He used his fists and feet at the same time and knocked down several aggressive gangsters to the ground in the blink of an eye.

"Holy shit!" Ye Zhuang stayed for a long time before he recovered from the shock. He looked at Brother Bao and others with bruises and swollen faces on the ground, crying for their fathers and mothers. He pinched himself hard and realized that this was not a dream.

In the past, Ye Han was a scumbag with a combat power value of only five, and even the girls in the class could bully him at will. But now he beat the shit out of Brother Bao and others with three punches and two kicks. This is simply unbelievable. No wonder Ye Zhuang feels unreal.

Brother Bao and others are not good people, and Ye Han is not a gentleman either. He babbled at Ye Zhuang, who was still in a daze, and said with a smile: "These bastards often ask for 'protection money' from students near the school. They must have a lot of money! They are all ill-gotten gains anyway. Instead of leaving them to do evil, why not help us two poor people! Ye Zhuang, go over and search their bodies and rob their money!"

"Okay!" Seeing that Brother Bao and others had no strength to resist, and thinking about Ye Han's sudden ability, Ye Zhuang suddenly felt that he was not afraid of anything anymore. He rubbed his hands excitedly, walked to Brother Bao and others, and searched them carefully, and sure enough, more than one hundred yuan was found.

"Keep the money for yourself!" Seeing that Ye Zhuang was about to hand over the collected money to him, Ye Han waved his hand and said with a smile: "You have paid me a lot of 'protection money' in the past, I still remember it!"

Ye Zhuang was not polite. He stuffed the money into his pocket and said, "Okay, leave the money here and we can share it!"

"Well, let's go!" Ye Han turned around and walked out of the alley without looking at Brother Bao and others on the ground. To him, these unscrupulous gangsters were nothing more than a few ants and not worth a damn.

Ye Zhuangpianpidian followed Ye Han. At this moment, he felt that Ye Han's originally thin back had become extremely tall.

"Ye Han, why did you suddenly become so good at fighting?"

"Oh, a while ago, I met an old beggar on the way out of school. The old beggar said that I was talented and had a wonderful skeleton. I was a rare martial arts wizard in a hundred years. From now on, I would be tasked with maintaining world peace, so he gave me a martial arts secret book. Hehe, I practiced according to it for a while, and it became like this."

"Don't look at me like that. What I said is true. Otherwise, why do you think I can fight so well?"

"Hey, where is the secret book that the old beggar gave you? Give it to me and practice it, I also want to maintain world peace!"

"I burned the secret book after reading it...but if you want to learn it, I can teach you in the future."

The homes of Ye Zhuang and Ye Han were both located in the suburbs of the city, more than 200 meters apart. After the two separated at a crossroads, Ye Han walked slowly along the path in his memory, and after a while he felt his home in this world.

This is a small courtyard. The ground in the courtyard is paved with blue bricks, and the pits are uneven.

On the north side of the yard are three very dilapidated-looking brick houses. On the west side are some chickens and ducks raised against the wall. On the east side are the kitchen and utility room. On the south side is a pomegranate tree. Under the pomegranate tree is a dilapidated cart. In addition, two small vegetable plots have been opened in the yard, and some commonly eaten vegetables are grown in the vegetable plots.

This was the first thing Ye Han saw when he opened the door of the courtyard. Although his home was dilapidated, for Ye Han, who was an orphan in his previous life and was later taken into the mountains by his master and devoted himself to cultivation regardless of the cold or heat, this small and dilapidated courtyard was filled with a warm feeling of family.

As soon as Ye Han stepped into the courtyard, he saw a pair of dirty middle-aged men and women holding a gas tank and struggling to lift it from the kitchen to a trolley outside. The trolley was already piled with a small dining table, a small bench, some bowls and chopsticks and other items.

In the kitchen, a young man and woman were helping to pack things.

In an instant, a large amount of information about this family quickly emerged in Ye Han's mind. He knew that the middle-aged man and woman in front of him were his parents in this world, and the young man and woman in the kitchen were his brother and sister.

Father Ye Kui and mother Yang Xiuying used to work in the same factory. Later, the company was reorganized and they were both laid off. They lived on a meager government relief fund. Later, in order to support their brothers and sisters and to study by themselves, the couple discussed buying a small cart and tableware. Every day, they went to a nearby square with a large flow of people to sell snacks and earn some money.

My brother Ye Shan and my sister Ye Ting are both studying in No. 1 Middle School like me. One is a senior in high school and the other is a freshman in junior high school. Although their academic performance is not top-notch, they are many times better than me, a bastard in school.

My parents run a small business and don't make much money, but the couple still have to work from dusk to late at night every day, and then have to cook for their three brothers and sisters the next day. The brother and sister just pay it forward. They know how to be filial to their parents and respect their elders, but I... no, it should be my predecessor, but I turn a blind eye to their hard work. I am completely an unfilial son...

I have taken over their son's body, so from now on, this home will be my home, and the relatives in this family will be my relatives. Well, from now on, I will fulfill the responsibilities of a family member.

Ye Han thought like this, immediately rolled up his sleeves, strode forward, took the gas tank from his mother Yang Xiuying's hand, and said softly: "Mom, let me do it!"

"Ye Han, school is over?" Yang Xiuying glanced at her son, as if she didn't expect that he would take the initiative to help. She was a little dazed for a moment, and then said: "You don't need your help! The rice is already done and is heating in the pot. You can go eat with Ye Shan and Ye Ting! Your dad and I will be busy here!"

Ye Han pushed his mother away somewhat domineeringly and helped his father put the gas tanks on the trolley. Ye Kuilei was panting and sweating on his forehead, but he seemed fine.

"Brother! Xiaoting!" Ye Han smiled at Ye Shan and Ye Ting, said hello, and then continued to help his parents pack things.

Yang Xiuying stood aside with her hands down, silently looking at her second son. She always felt that something was wrong with him today, but she couldn't tell what was wrong. Seeing her second son diligently helping her husband pack some sundries on the trolley, she couldn't help but feel filled with emotion. In her memory, this was the first time in many years that her second son took the initiative to help her parents with work.

Ye Kui is an honest man who talks little and only knows how to do things, but this does not mean that he has no thoughts in his heart. Like his wife, he is also very surprised by the second son's behavior today.

In the autumn evening, the sky was already a little cold. A gust of evening wind blew by. Yang Xiuying shivered cleverly. Seeing her three children still busy, she said distressedly: "Ye'er, Ye Han, and Ye Ting, you don't have to clean up anymore. Come in and eat! After you finish eating, put the bowls and chopsticks in the pool in the yard, and wash them again when mom comes back!"

Ye Han stuffed the last small stool into the trolley, then took the wet towel from his mother and wiped his hands, and said with a smile: "Mom, it doesn't matter if we do this little work, you are the ones who are really tired!"

When Yang Xiuying and Ye Kui heard his words, they looked at each other and felt that a soft area deep in their hearts had been touched, and the tips of their noses felt a little sour.