Courtyard House: The Chef's Intelligence System

Jia Dongxu returned to the courtyard in a daze, where he happened to run into Xu Damao.

Seeing Jia Dongxu's pale face, Xu Damao guessed that something was wrong with the guy.

"Hey Dongxu, what happened to you? Your face is deathly pale. Did my Uncle Jia die?"

Xu Damao regretted his words as soon as they were spoken, thinking to himself, "Why did I talk so much? Will Jia Dongxu hit me?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu felt no unease. Losing his savings was far worse than losing his father.

More than ten years of savings?

Jia Dongxu grew angrier the more he thought about it, his eyes turning red. He pointed at the sky and roared at the top of his lungs:

"Holy shit! My money! Which bastard picked up my money?!"

"You damned bastard..."

"You bastard who'll never have a son!"

After saying that, she sat on the steps, covered her face, and started crying.

"Waaaaah..."

Xu Damao was completely dumbfounded. What was this?

Did Jia Dongxu lose his money?

Where did this poor wretch get the money?

Judging from its appearance, quite a bit has fallen off.

Jia Dongxu's shout was so loud that the neighbors who weren't at work all came to the front yard to check on the situation.

Even the deaf old lady from the backyard came.

Old Jia and Zhang Xiaohua rushed out in a panic.

They naturally understood their son's voice perfectly.

Seeing her son sitting on the steps in pain, Zhang Xiaohua felt heartbroken and quickly went to him.

"What's wrong, Dongxu? Don't scare your parents."

At this moment, Liu Haizhong stepped forward and asked:

"Yeah, Dongxu, what's wrong so early in the morning? Were you bullied by some guys from another department?"

"That won't do. Tell us, and we'll stand up for you."

A group of neighbors echoed Liu Haizhong's words.

When a grown man like Jia Dongxu is crying so hard, it must mean either his father has died or he has suffered a great injustice. The neighbors feel some sympathy for him.

We all live in the same compound, so it's no problem for us to lend a hand.

Jia Dongxu didn't reply, but buried his head and cried.

A neighbor spoke up: "Da Mao, did you hear what your brother Dongxu was yelling about just now?"

"We only heard Dongxu howling, but we couldn't make out what he was howling about. Can you tell us?"

Xu Damao scratched his head and said:

"I heard that clearly. Brother Dongxu said he lost his money, and then he squatted here and buried his head in his hands and cried. That's what happened."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. It's just lost money, is it really that big of a deal?

Old Jia usually earns quite a bit, it's not that bad, really not that bad.

Old Jia breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this. He was also afraid that something might happen to his son, since he was his only son.

Seeing his son crying like this, he became even angrier and shouted:

"Alright, Dongxu, it's just a little money lost. Dad will give it back to you. It's no big deal."

Jia Dongxu's mother, Zhang Xiaohua, chimed in from the side:

"Yeah, Dongxu, it's gone, it's gone. Let your dad get it back. The ground's cold, let's go home, okay?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Dongxu showed surprise and looked up to ask:

"Dad, really? You'll make up for my losses?"

Old Jia laughed, and the neighbors laughed too...

Old Jia waved his hand with a big smile:

"What are you saying? Would your father lie to you? Besides, your uncles and neighbors are all here. Get up."

Jia Dongxu wiped away his tears, stood up, walked to Old Jia, and extended his right hand:

"Then, Father, please give me 13 silver dollars..."

"tear..."

A collective gasp rang out.

The neighbors exclaimed in amazement!

Thirteen silver dollars! Jia Dongxu, you're quite something.

At this moment, Lao Jia's smile also froze...

Zhang Xiaohua's face also darkened.

From Jia Dongxu's words, everyone could tell that he had lost not just one or two silver dollars, but 13 silver dollars.

At first, Mr. and Mrs. Jia and their neighbors guessed that Jia Dongxu was so heartbroken because he had probably only lost one or two silver dollars.

Who the hell knows so much?!

Good heavens, where did Jia Dongxu get this money?

Seeing the strange expressions on his parents' and neighbors' faces, Jia Dongxu didn't think much of it; all he could think about was getting it back.

So he urged Old Jia, "Father, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

"That won't do. Our uncles and neighbors were all listening. We can't act like scoundrels."

Old Jia was so angry when he heard this that he almost died. Without saying a word, he immediately launched into a tirade.

"I'll fucking beat you to death, you good-for-nothing!"

"Thirteen silver dollars! That's a month's earnings for me! And you just throw it away like that?"

"I'll teach you to talk nonsense, I'll teach you to be unable to keep your money, I'll beat you to death today."

Jia Dongxu was knocked dizzy and disoriented by Lao Jia's punch, and he howled in pain.

"Dad, don't hit me, ouch, it hurts..."

The neighbors didn't even try to stop them.

Thirteen silver dollars! Families with low incomes only spend three or four silver dollars a month.

You, Jia Dongxu, are something else, throwing away 13 yuan in one go.

If Lao Jia doesn't beat you up, who will he beat up?

If it were them, they would have hit even harder!

Jia Dongxu punched and kicked, but seeing his mother still standing there unmoved, he quickly shouted:

"Mom, why are you still standing there? Quickly stop Dad!"

Zhang Xiaohua was still upset that her son had lost 13 silver dollars.

He kept muttering, "How dare he? How dare he!"

Zhang Xiaohua's heart was bleeding; she almost fainted.

Seeing that his son still had the nerve to ask him for help, he couldn't hold back his anger any longer. He glared fiercely at Jia Dongxu, then shouted at Old Jia:

"Old Jia!"

"Beat them! Beat them! Beat them hard!!!"

The last sentence was almost screamed out, his face contorted in a terrifying grimace.

Hearing Zhang Xiaohua's screams, the neighbors were so frightened that they took a few steps back.

Li Jiuzhou was also watching the show. That bastard Jia Dongxu had just cursed him; he deserved to be beaten.

How can you blame the person who found the money when it's lost? They're completely innocent...

"Ah... Daddy, stop hitting me..."

Jia Dongxu's screams continued.

At this moment, Yi Zhonghai felt refreshed after defecating, and walked into the yard with the cloth bag he had just picked up in his hand.

I happened to see Chang Wei hitting Lai Fu.

No, Old Jia is beating his son.

Seeing the neighbors watching the commotion, he felt that he and Lao Jia were good brothers, so he stepped forward to stop Lao Jia:

"Alright, Lao Jia, don't hurt the child. A few slaps are enough."

Old Jia naturally took the opportunity to back down; he was still sensible, but he still had to put on an act.

"Old Yi, don't stop me. I'm going to teach him a lesson today. Damn it, he just lost 13 silver dollars like that."

After saying that, he was about to make a move, but Yi Zhonghai stopped him.

Upon seeing this, Jia Dongxu scrambled to hide behind Yi Zhonghai.

I glanced casually at the cloth bag in Yi Zhonghai's hand, and it looked more and more familiar.

Jia Dongxu thought he was seeing things because he had been hit, so he quickly rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Isn't this just a cloth bag for carrying money? How come it's in Yi Zhonghai's hands? Did he pick up his own money?

Then, pointing at the cloth bag in Yi Zhonghai's hand, he shouted loudly:

"That's the cloth bag I use to carry my money. Did you pick up my money, Uncle Yi?"

As soon as Jia Dongxu shouted, everyone's eyes turned to Yi Zhonghai!

Yi Zhonglei was stunned, looking at the cloth bag in his hand as if he were sitting on a wax statue.

What the hell is this?

Li Jiuzhou's lips trembled slightly as he thought:

"Things are getting more and more interesting."