Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After dinner, Qin Jingru prepared the bathwater. Wang Feng was about to ask Qin Jingru to bathe with him when Qin Jingru blushed and said:

"Brother Wang Feng, I... I'm on my period, you'd better wash yourself, or I can give you a back scrub outside?"

Wang Feng thought for a moment and then refused outright: "Forget it, if you get me angry later, you won't be able to help me cool down."

"Hmm, Brother Wang Feng, why don't you go to your son's place tonight?"

Wang Feng waved his hand: "No need, I can hold it in for one night."

"Um."

After taking a shower, the two went to bed early because Qin Jingru was on her period, so they didn't get intimate.

late at night.

Wang Feng opened his eyes, removed Qin Jingru's jade-like legs from his body, and got out of bed.

After putting on his cotton-padded coat and hood, Wang Feng opened the door and went out.

Qin Jingru opened her big eyes a crack, saw it was Wang Feng, and then closed them again and fell into a deep sleep.

Wang Feng arrived at the front yard and used his spiritual sense to probe the Yan family's property. He quickly found the money Yan Fugui had hidden in the house, a total of 2260 yuan, along with some receipts.

Without saying a word, Wang Feng took all the money and the box. He used his spiritual sense to explore the Yan family's underground area and unexpectedly found fifteen large yellow croakers, twenty small yellow croakers, and some gold jewelry.

Wang Feng was secretly astonished. He hadn't expected that the richest person in No. 95 Courtyard wasn't Yi Zhonghai or Liu Haizhong, but Yan Laokou. With so much gold, it was probably worth more than 40,000 yuan now. He was definitely much richer than Yi Zhonghai.

It seems that the rumor that Yan Laokou is a small business owner is true. Otherwise, even if he were a primary school teacher, he could not have saved up such a large fortune in his entire life.

Wang Feng wanted to buy all the yellow croakers, big and small. Since you, Yan Laokou, want to pretend to be poor, then let you keep pretending.

But the large and small yellow croakers were buried fifty centimeters underground, so he couldn't collect them remotely. What could he do? He couldn't very well break down the door and dig them up, could he?

correct.

He found two sleeping incense sticks when he ransacked the yard of the two robbers, but he didn't know if they actually worked.

Whether it works or not, we have to try. Otherwise, since there are always people at Yan Laokou's house, it will be virtually impossible for him to dig out the large and small yellow croakers.

Wang Feng lit a sleeping incense stick and stored the smoke in his spatial storage. Once he had collected enough smoke, he released it from the storage and, under his spiritual control, Yan Fugui inhaled it all.

Soon, under Wang Feng's spiritual sense, Yan Fugui's head tilted to the side and he fell into a deep sleep.

It worked!

Seeing this, Wang Feng was overjoyed. He then controlled the fog to knock out the three aunts and the three Yan brothers, and he didn't even spare Yan Jiedi.

Wang Feng changed into a pair of oversized shoes, put on gloves, used his spiritual sense to open the door to the Yan family's house, and went inside.

Upon arriving at Yan Fugui's room, Wang Feng glanced at Yan Fugui and the Third Aunt to confirm that they had fallen asleep. He then took out tools from his spatial storage and quickly pried open eight floor tiles. After digging down forty centimeters, he finally unearthed an iron box.

After storing the iron box in his spatial storage, Wang Feng filled the hole back with soil, because without the iron box, there wasn't enough soil.

Wang Feng took out some soil from his spatial storage and filled it in, then put the eight floor tiles back in place. After checking them over, he could not see any signs of them being pried open.

They also took the 82.5 yuan that Yan Jiecheng had hidden under the bed. After making sure nothing was missing, they swaggered out of Yan's house.

After locking the door with his spiritual sense, Wang Feng went to Yi Zhonghai's house again.

He scanned the house with his spiritual sense and found that Yi Zhonghai only had a little over forty yuan, which puzzled him.

Since he had no money, Wang Feng didn't waste his time. He didn't believe that Yi Zhonghai would be broke. He guessed that Yi Zhonghai had hidden the money outside or deposited it in the bank. However, he hadn't seen the passbook and didn't know where the money was hidden.

As for the Jia and Liu families, he knew without even looking that they were poor, so he ignored them.

After venturing out of the No. 95 compound, Wang Feng retrieved his bicycle and headed towards Dongzhimen.

After dodging several patrol teams along the way, Wang Feng arrived at an abandoned courtyard in Dongzhimen and began his treasure hunt.

At four o'clock in the morning, Wang Feng returned to No. 95 Courtyard. As soon as he entered the house, he took off his hood, oversized shoes and gloves, and began to check his harvest for the night.

Tonight, he explored 15 abandoned courtyards, and only one of them contained gold and some antiques. This time, he found a bronze cauldron, which was 80 centimeters tall, a three-legged cauldron, and weighed more than 200 kilograms.

Wang Feng didn't understand this thing either. He only knew that it would be very valuable in the future, and he wouldn't even dare to show it openly.

The harvest this time was only 68 catties of gold and two large boxes of silver coins. If we don't count the antiques, the harvest this time is not very large.

However, Wang Feng was not discouraged. There were plenty of abandoned courtyards like this in Beijing. He would search for any courtyard that was uninhabited, since he had plenty of time.

Upon arriving at the room, Wang Feng found Qin Jingru still fast asleep. He took off his clothes, lifted the covers, lay down, embraced Qin Jingru's soft body, and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next day, early in the morning.

Wang Feng was half asleep when Qin Jingru woke him up.

"Brother Wang Feng, get up, it's already seven o'clock. We still have to go to Qin Family Village later."

After getting up and washing up, Qin Jingru brought over a bowl of shredded pork noodles, which Wang Feng ate heartily.

Qin Jingru took a sip of noodles and smiled, saying, "Brother Wang Feng, we're out of rice here, but we have cornmeal. We're also out of wild boar meat. Why don't we take this cornmeal back to Qin Family Village instead of going to No. 28 to get it?"

Wang Feng thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "Let's go to courtyard number 28 to get it. We don't eat this ordinary rice anyway. We can also say hello to our son while we're at it."

"Um."

"Jingru, when you got up this morning, did anything happen in the yard?" Wang Feng asked.

Qin Jingru shook her head in confusion: "No, Brother Wang Feng, what could possibly be happening in our courtyard so early in the morning?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Feng smiled slightly. In that case, the Yan family probably hasn't realized yet that their money and gold have been stolen.

Last night, Wang Feng didn't take the few yuan from Yan Fugui and the three aunts' pockets because he didn't want them to find out so early. Otherwise, he might have been delayed in going to Qin Family Village this morning.

"Hehe, Jingru, I just wanted to ask if any chickens in the yard have been killed. That chicken-killing maniac hasn't been caught yet, who knows if he'll target other people's chickens? We're not the only ones in the yard that raise hens."

Wang Feng laughed and gave a perfunctory reply.

Qin Jingru nodded in agreement: "That's right. The two old hens at Qin Huairu's house were brought from my aunt's house last time, and this chicken-killing maniac didn't do anything to them. I'm sure we must have offended him, and he's taking revenge on our family."