Courtyard houses: Those who are capable are rewarded, and many children bring many blessings.

"I don't trust you guys!" Pian'erye said, but still spat on his fingers and counted the bills one by one.

First, wrap the wallet in oil paper, then put it into a tattered military green backpack.

"Hehe, you guys rest, I'll be going now. Don't bother seeing me out." Master Pian left with light steps.

Xu Huizhen stood up and handed a small cloth bag she had prepared to Uncle Niu, saying politely, "Uncle Niu, this is your thank-you note."

Instead of rushing to take the cloth bag, Niu Ye first glanced at Xu Huizhen and Chen Xueru.

"Uncle Niu, normally we would just give you money, but I think grain is the most practical, so I prepared five catties of millet for you. I don't know if it suits your taste." Xu Huizhen is so good at handling things.

Master Niu nodded in satisfaction, "Don't underestimate you two just because you're women; you're more capable than most men when it comes to getting things done."

Finally, he added, "Little Niu, you really bring honor to our old Niu family. You're truly capable. Let's go!"

The three of them got up and saw Uncle Niu out the door. Xu Huizhen looked at Niu Dazhuang, then at Chen Xueru.

"If you have something to say, let's go inside and talk!"

As soon as she entered the room, Chen Xueru exploded: "What does Master Niu mean? Is he trying to pick us?"

"Xue Ru, don't be so impulsive. When we decided to be with Da Zhuang, I was mentally prepared. There are no secrets that stay hidden forever!" In this respect, Xu Huizhen was more farsighted than Chen Xue Ru. It was because she and Niu Da Zhuang had taken some detours back then that she was thinking so much.

Chen Xueru was different. At first, it was an instinctive need, and it was more about mutual exploitation.

Over time, they developed feelings for each other.

Chen Xueru glared at Niu Dazhuang, annoyed. "How did I end up like this with you? No way, you have to make it up to me!"

Niu Dazhuang, of course, knew what she meant by compensation: "You really have a short memory. It's so hot outside, I don't want to move, do as you please..."

"Whatever, my foot! I'm hot too, I'll wait until it cools down tonight! Let them say what they want, I'd rather live my own comfortable life."

Reputation is important. Sigh, Huizhen, did Pian'er and the others say when they moved away?

"I told you, it'll be in the next few days. We already agreed that Mr. Pian would let us know before he leaves."

"That's good. So, should we move in there, or...?"

Another day has passed by in a blur.

Having obtained all the information Niu Dazhuang wanted, he became less enthusiastic about patrolling the streets. In this sweltering heat, nothing was as comfortable as staying in the office.

Pour a glass of jasmine tea made with cooled boiled water and hang a large bottle of Lao Qianmen cigarettes on it. Take a deep breath, then slowly exhale; it's as if the summer heat has been expelled, leaving you feeling refreshed.

Picking up the palm-leaf fan again, a gentle breeze blows; nice, a rare moment of peace and quiet.

Niu Dazhuang rested his head on the back of the chair, enjoying the peace and quiet.

"So you finally realize you should go back to the office. You all go out and wander around, leaving me, the head of the security department, at home. Do you think that's appropriate?"

"Section Chief, how about you go out for a few days? Look at my arms and body, they're two different colors now, they're all peeling from the sun."

Liu Dagen found a stool and sat down casually. Niu Dazhuang handed him a cigarette. He lit it for his boss.

Liu Dagen glanced at the jasmine flowers in the large porcelain jar and said, "Looks like you're eating well, kid. You're even drinking tea now."

"Don't you know how much I pay? It's all last year's tea leaves, and I'm afraid of wasting it."

It's not that ordinary people don't like drinking tea nowadays; it's just that they don't have much oil in their stomachs, so drinking tea makes them hungry even faster.

We would buy some snacks during the Lunar New Year to entertain visiting guests.

Liu Dagen touched the ceramic jar; it was cold. He picked it up and took two sips: "It tastes just like Gao Sui tea, except you don't have to spit out the tea leaves."

You're really going all out, kid. You stay home and keep things under control these next few days; I'm going out for a stroll too. If I don't get out and about, I'll be covered in rust.

He had smoked, drunk tea, and discussed his business. Liu Dagen then left under the guise of supervision and inspection.

The head of the security department went out and didn't come back for several days. Niu Dazhuang, who was actually the second-in-command, was responsible.

It's alright during the day, and there are also people on night shifts, but what kind of world is this? People with all sorts of crooked ideas are out there.

Niu Dazhuang no longer dared to relax at home; he was responsible for the loss of items at his workplace.

He enjoyed himself for a few days, and Liu Dagen also had a few days of fun.

Before we knew it, it was the end of June in the lunar calendar. All three leaders of the security department were on duty: one department head and two squad leaders, each leading a squad, working in three shifts.

Around midnight, after finishing his shift handover, Niu Dazhuang dozed off in the company dormitory until 3 a.m. before swaggering out of the company gate. As he left, he even checked the gatekeeper's post.

It's the end of the month, and although the crescent moon hangs in the sky, it's much darker than it was on the fifteenth of the lunar month.

In those days, there weren't many streetlights, so once Niu Dazhuang left the company gate, he was plunged into the pitch-black night.

Fortunately, I was familiar with the roads, and after riding for half an hour, I arrived at the outside of the Le family's old house. With a thought, I put the bicycle into my space, took out a pair of worn-out shoes to change into, and also put on the specially prepared black balaclava.

Then I sprinkled some dog urine on myself. Everything was ready, and I walked along the wall to the back of the old house.

He took out the ladder he had made by hand from his spatial dimension, placed it against the wall, and quickly climbed up.

He climbed over the wall, leaned down to look into the yard, took out a fist-sized piece of seasoned pork from his spatial storage, and threw it into the yard.

He had been perched on the wall for a few minutes when a dark figure darted out. He barked twice at the sky and then spotted the pork on the ground.

Once the dog stopped moving, Niu Dazhuang released a ladder from his spatial storage. Only then did he leisurely climb down from the wall.

Passing by the large, unconscious wolfhound, I bent down and patted its head. Then the wolfhound vanished on the spot.

Niu Dazhuang even took out a broom from his spatial storage and roughly swept away the footprints around him. Their current location was behind the Le Family Ancestral Hall.

Hugging the wall, I easily reached the front. Using pliers with extended handles, I snapped the outer lock, putting the lock and the signature into the storage space.

Niu Dazhuang didn't want to leave any trace of it.

Since it was a cellar, the key point was definitely on the ground. After a few quick movements, we found the entrance to the cellar.

Entering the cellar went smoothly. I turned on my flashlight, put on gloves, and directly put the shelf holding the porcelain, along with all the porcelain on it, into my spatial storage.

The shelves were just like those in Xinhua Bookstore. Niu Dazhuang didn't care what was on them; he just kept putting things away.

In any case, anything that this Seventh Master could put into the cellar for his collection must be no ordinary item. This cellar is quite large, probably about the same size as the ancestral hall above, or about the size of three rooms.

Niu Dazhuang was so busy collecting things in his spatial dimension that he felt dizzy and nauseous before he finally finished collecting everything from the cellar.

"That's not right! Why are they all antiques? There's no gold or silver, no other precious metals?"

Niu Dazhuang had cleaned out all the storage cabinets, which were over twenty meters high and two meters tall, before he discovered the problem.

Although antiques are valuable, it will take many years for them to be sold, and the issue of converting antiques into cash remains.

Niu Dazhuang was a little disappointed. Unwilling to give up, he took a flashlight and circled the cellar, looking for any other hidden compartments or the like.