Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

The next day, early in the morning.

After everyone in the courtyard went to work, Jia Zhangshi took out her retirement money and saw that she only had 36.8 yuan and a gold ring left. Her triangular eyes were full of resentment.

If it weren't for that damned little beast Wang Feng, she wouldn't have not only lost all her retirement savings, but also been arrested and locked up for so long.

However, she learned a lot in prison during this time and learned that there are many things she cannot do, otherwise she will be arrested again. She can't do anything about Wang Feng now.

Suddenly, her triangular eyes caught sight of where the sewing machine had been, but where was the sewing machine now?

"Qin Huairu!"

Jia Zhangshi's scream echoed throughout the courtyard. Qin Huairu, who was washing clothes in the pool, heard the scream and rushed back into the house, asking, "Mom, what's wrong?"

"Smack."

Without saying a word, Jia Zhangshi slapped Qin Huairu hard across the face and yelled:

"Qin Huairu, where's the sewing machine? Where did my huge sewing machine go? Did you sell it to support your poor relatives?"

Qin Huairu covered her face, looking aggrieved, and said:

"Mom, a while ago Banggeng hit Yaya and broke her head. She ended up in the hospital. Aunt Wu called the police to arrest Banggeng, so Dongxu gave Aunt Wu the sewing machine as compensation."

"What?"

Madam Jia stared intently at Qin Huairu, wishing she could devour her alive.

"You actually gave my sewing machine to that bitch from the Wu family as compensation? You beat up that little good-for-nothing Yaya, fine, but does she even deserve a sewing machine? Are you all dead? She wants it, and you just give it to her?"

"Mom, when the police came to arrest Banggeng, we didn't have any money. If we didn't get Aunt Wu's forgiveness, the police would arrest Banggeng. Dongxu had no choice but to give the sewing machine to Aunt Wu as compensation."

Qin Huairu looked at Jia Zhangshi with teary eyes and whispered an explanation, but her voice grew softer and softer.

After hearing Qin Huairu's explanation, Jia Zhangshi cursed, "Where's Yi Zhonghai? Isn't this 'deadbeat' Dongxu's master? Why don't you go after this 'deadbeat' if you want compensation?"

Qin Huairu shed tears of grievance. She had been trying to find Yi Zhonghai to get to the bottom of things for a while, but she hadn't found an opportunity. Yi Zhonghai didn't come out at night, so she was at a loss.

"Mom, Master was there at the time. Dongxu asked Master to borrow sixty yuan, but Master said he had no money and wouldn't lend it to us."

Upon hearing this, Madam Jia immediately became furious.

"Fine, fine, fine. This deadbeat won't even lend sixty yuan. He deserves to die without a family. Just wait and see. He wants my Dongxu to support him in his old age. He's dreaming."

"Qin Huairu, come with me. I want to see if that bitch from the Wu family is comfortable using our Jia family's sewing machine."

"Mom, this matter is over, so please stop making trouble. No matter how much you cause trouble, Aunt Wu will not return the sewing machine to us," Qin Huairu advised.

"Smack."

Madam Jia slapped Qin Huairu hard across the other side of her face again, cursing loudly:

"Qin Huairu, I told you to follow, so you followed. And you dare to talk back to me? I'll teach you a lesson."

Qin Huairu covered her other cheek, wiped away her tears, and followed behind Jia Zhangshi with a wronged expression.

She knew her mother-in-law was a troublemaker who would cause trouble for no reason. If she dared to object, who knew what kind of punishment she would receive? Since her mother-in-law wanted to cause trouble, she might as well let her cause trouble. It would be best if she were arrested, so that she wouldn't have to be the punching bag all the time.

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Wang family.

After breakfast, Wang Feng sat in the house drinking West Lake Longjing tea and smoking Zhonghua cigarettes, with Qin Jingru giving him a thoughtful massage behind him. He was living a very comfortable life.

Wang Feng shook his head as he mentally probed the space.

Over the past week, the 900 mu of sweet potatoes in the space have ripened again, yielding a total harvest of more than 720 million jin of sweet potatoes. However, he does not plan to sell these sweet potatoes on the black market.

Sweet potatoes are still too cheap; he could earn more by searching for treasures when he has nothing else to do. Why bother making trouble for himself? He can just use these sweet potatoes as reserve feed for livestock.

Last night, we planted another 900 mu of sweet potatoes. There was no other way; we simply didn't have any other seeds available. We couldn't afford to waste the land resources.

In a few more days, when the rice and wheat ripen, it is estimated that about 200 mu can be planted together. Gradually, rice and wheat will be able to replace sweet potatoes.

He should have known better than to expand the space to a thousand acres. With such a large space, he had no intention of using it for disaster relief; enough for his own family was sufficient.

Now that he has spiritual awareness, he can earn far more gold by searching for treasure than by selling grain, so why would he bother going to such lengths?

Although his current physique and speed far exceed those of ordinary people, and even the army might not be able to stop him, selling too many sweet potatoes could still bring him unnecessary trouble.

These past few days, he's been going to the library to read books on tea frying whenever he has free time. In just a few days, he's already read about ten books on tea frying. With his current learning ability, learning to fry tea shouldn't be too difficult for him.

Wang Feng decided to order a set of tea-frying tools in the next couple of days.

He had long wanted to try what tea leaves irrigated with the water of life tasted like.

Just as Wang Feng was thinking about how to stir-fry tea, a scream interrupted his reverie.

"Jia Zhangshi, don't think I'm afraid of you just because you've been to prison. Let me tell you, you're dreaming if you want your sewing machine back."

"Brother Wang Feng, that's Aunt Wu's voice! Let's go!"

When Wang Feng and Qin Jingru arrived at Aunt Wu's house in the front yard, many people from the courtyard had already come to watch the excitement.

Jia Zhangshi stood with her hands on her hips at the door of Aunt Wu's house, while Qin Huairu stood behind her, but Qin Huairu did not say anything.

"Is a worthless piece of trash like Yaya worth a sewing machine? Let's not even talk about how she only ended up in the hospital. Even if she were to die, would her life be worth a sewing machine? You shameless thing, you dared to call the police. I'll make my Jia family compensate you with the sewing machine. Let me tell you, this isn't over."

"Waaaaah."

Hearing Jia Zhangshi's harsh and vicious curses, Ya Ya was immediately frightened and burst into tears.

Aunt Wu hugged Ya Ya and comforted her, "Ya Ya, don't be afraid, it's alright."

"Mrs. Jia, stop making trouble. The police were there to witness the Jia family giving us the sewing machine. If you come to my house again and cause a scene, scaring my daughter, I will ask the police to come and uphold justice."

"That's right, Jia Zhangshi, you've just come out and you're already causing trouble. Aren't you afraid of going back in?" Old Hu chimed in.

Seeing Ya Ya crying her eyes out, Qin Jingru felt very displeased with Jia Zhangshi and stepped forward to say:

"Aunt Jia, we were all there and saw it with our own eyes. If Aunt Wu hadn't forgiven your Banggeng, he might be in juvenile detention right now. You still want to cause trouble? If Aunt Wu returned the sewing machine to you and let the police arrest Banggeng and send him to juvenile detention, would you be happy?"

"Qin Jingru, you country bumpkin, you heartless bastard! Qin Huairu is your cousin, and you actually colluded with that damned Wang Feng to frame me! Now you even dare to speak up for the Wu family's slut! You wait, I won't let you get away with this! And you, Hu Laogui, you just wait too!"

As she spoke, Jia Zhangshi plopped down on the ground, kicking her short legs hard and rhythmically patting her thighs with her hands.

"Old Jia, come up here! The people in this yard are bullying us, a widow and her child! Come up here and take them away! Old Jia, it's those two damned little beasts, Wang Feng and Qin Jingru, who framed me and put me in jail! And that slut from the Wu family, she extorted our sewing machine! Come up here and take them away!"