Pursued by the Heavenly Dao, first level up in the courtyard.

Discovering her money was missing, Zhang Cuihua sat on the ground, pounding the floor with her fists and screaming in anguish, "Old Jia, come quick! My money's been stolen! Please, help me!"

The surrounding crowd erupted in uproar. A policeman who had arrived at the scene immediately stepped forward to stop them: "Comrade, you mustn't engage in feudal superstition!"

Zhang Cuihua was so anxious that she lost her temper and wouldn't listen to anything. Instead, she started yelling at the police, "What's wrong with me calling for my husband, Lao Jia? Why aren't you catching the robbers and instead bothering me? Are you accomplices of the robbers?"

Ever since Yi Zhonghai became the eldest grandpa of the courtyard house, Zhang Cuihua has become increasingly arrogant and domineering.

The two policemen tried to explain and persuade her, but Zhang Cuihua became even more demanding, crying and making a scene, and even calling for Lao Jia.

Left with no other option, the two police officers apprehended Zhang Cuihua and, despite her struggles, took her back to the police station.

When she arrived at the police station, they questioned her about how her money was robbed and criticized her for engaging in feudal superstition.

Zhang Cuihua persisted, continuing to summon Lao Jia.

"Her money being stolen is one thing, but her engaging in feudal superstition is another. Lock her up first."

After thinking it over, the police station chief ordered Zhang Cuihua to be detained and then contacted the police station in the northern part of the city.

At this moment, Zhang Cuihua still had a headache, and she was anxious and scared. She thought of her son and beloved grandson at home, and Yi Zhonghai in the courtyard. She wondered if they knew she was being held here, and if they could come to rescue her.

Zhang Cuihua was crying and shouting, and the others grew impatient. One of them yelled, "Stop making a scene! Shut up!"

"Who do you think you are? I can do whatever I want, it's none of your business!"

Zhang Cuihua, who was arrogant and domineering in the courtyard, looked at the other party and made a series of sarcastic remarks.

"Sisters, give the newbie a lesson."

"Big sister, how far have you gone?"

"Give her a beating, and make her drink more water."

"Sisters, let's go together!"

Zhang Cuihua, who was surrounded and attacked, was beaten black and blue.

She screamed and cried out in agony, and before she could even react, she was dragged into the toilet.

At dusk, Jia Dongxu, having received the news, anxiously sought out Yi Zhonghai and then went to the police station.

"Dongxu, didn't your sister-in-law go to Tianjin to exchange money?"

"Master, my mother's money was stolen. She was calling for my father in the street and was locked up."

"I've told her so many times that we can't engage in feudal superstition, but my sister-in-law just won't listen. This isn't like our courtyard house. When we're inside, I can at least have a few words with her, but back in Tianjin, who's going to give in to her?"

"Master, let's go to the police station first to find out the specific situation, and then we'll figure out a way to go to Tianjin to bring my mother back."

"Dongxu, why did your wife have to go alone to exchange money?"

"Master, you know my family's situation. Huai Ru has to take care of Bang Geng, and I have to go to work at the factory. I was thinking of finding someone to accompany my mother to exchange money in other places, but she doesn't want to spend more money."

Yi Zhonghai sighed, then led Jia Dongxu to the police station that had jurisdiction over Nanluoguxiang.

When asked about the specifics, the two returned to the courtyard house with mixed feelings.

The more than 1,000 Singapore dollars that Zhang Cuihua exchanged were all stolen, and the possibility of getting them back is almost zero.

No one saw who knocked her unconscious, and the probability of finding the robber is too low.

Zhang Cuihua's money was stolen, and she was detained by the police station in Tianjin for engaging in feudal superstition on the street. Jia Dongxu was worried about his mother and resentful of the robbers who beat and stole her money.

With no one to protect her, Zhang Cuihua was beaten and then complained, only to be beaten again, at which point she finally became obedient.

In the Xuanhuang world, at the martial arts training ground of the mountain villa.

Qi Bing used his synthesis skill to create an alloy ingot weighing 10,000 kilograms.

The outer shell of the alloy ingot is made of high-strength alloy, while the interior is made of gold.

When he was on Dongdao Island, he found about 15,000 tons of gold.

Someone once said that the Japanese devils stole more than 20,000 tons of gold.

Qi Bing spent only a few months on Dongdao Island, during which time he found approximately 15,000 tons of gold products.

He took root in the ground, gripped the alloy ingot with both hands, and with all his might, barely managed to lift it up.

"My current physical strength is only enough to lift 10,000 kilograms, which is ten tons."

"If the physical strength limit of a Level 1 human is 1,000 kilograms, then I am a Level 12 human, so my physical strength limit is 12,000 kilograms, and that doesn't even include cultivation bonuses."

After a quick calculation, Qi Bing realized that his potential strength was still very great.

Without practicing any martial arts techniques, but only focusing on strength training, theoretically, his physical strength could reach 12,000 kilograms.

After practicing martial arts, one's cultivation level improves and one's strength increases.

Wearing weighted clothing weighing 3,000 kilograms, the Qi soldiers once again underwent strength training.

The next morning, Yi Zhonghai asked He Yuzhu to help him ask for leave from the factory, and then he and Jia Dongxu bought tickets and took a bus to Tianjin.

Considering that Zhang Cuihua's money was stolen and this was the first time she had engaged in feudal superstition, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Dongxu said many kind words to her. Zhang Cuihua, with her face bruised and swollen, sincerely admitted her mistake, and the police station in Tianjin released her.

Looking at his mother's bruised and swollen face, Jia Dongxu felt both angry and heartbroken. He quickly comforted her, "Mom, it's alright now. We've come to pick you up. Don't make the same mistake again. We can save up the money if we lose it, but we can't indulge in feudal superstitions anymore."

Yi Zhonghai advised, "Sister-in-law, these days, don't get involved in feudal superstitions. Come back to Beicheng with us first."

The three of them went to the train station, bought tickets back to Beicheng, and then waited for the train.

Zhang Cuihua muttered to herself, "The money's gone, and I got beaten up too, God!"

Jia Dongxu said, "Mom, money can be earned again, don't think about this anymore."

Yan Bugui, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard house, saw them return and asked curiously, "Jia Zhangshi, what happened to you?"

Jia Dongxu said, "Third Uncle, we have other things to do. Let's talk when we have time."

"Old Yan, don't ask about your wife's matter." As soon as Yi Zhonghai finished speaking, he turned around and said, "Sister-in-law, you and Dongxu go back first. Huairu and Banggeng are still waiting for you at home."

Thinking of her beloved grandson Banggeng, Zhang Cuihua walked quickly towards Zhongyuan, her grief and indignation largely gone.

No secrets stay hidden forever. The news of Zhang Cuihua being robbed in Tianjin quickly spread to her neighbors.

The people working at the police station weren't required to keep their identities secret, and many residents in the neighborhood knew some of the people at the police station.

"Did you know? Zhang Cuihua from courtyard house number 95 went to a bank in Tianjin to exchange for new currency. But shortly after leaving the bank, she was knocked unconscious, and the more than 1,000 yuan she had on her was stolen."

"Why would she go to a bank in Tianjin to exchange money?"

"After Beicheng stopped exchanging new currency, the old currency became unusable in Beicheng. Since she didn't go to other places to exchange for new currency, the old currency was just worthless paper."

"Zhang Cuihua was not only robbed of her money, but was also locked up by the police station in Tianjin for engaging in feudal superstition on the street."

"When Zhang Cuihua came back, I saw her. She was covered in urine and her face was bruised and swollen."

"Zhang Cuihua is used to being domineering and arrogant in the courtyard, but the people from Tianjin won't let her get away with it."

"They robbed me of over a thousand yuan. No wonder they're from a wealthy and powerful family."

"What kind of wealthy and powerful family?"

"Zhang Cuihua often said that her Jia family was a prominent and wealthy family."

"They were robbed of over a thousand yuan; the Jia family must be broke now, right?"

"I saw Zhang Cuihua go to the bank last time and exchange more than a thousand yuan."

"You mean the Jia family still has over a thousand yuan?"

"Before Lao Jia died, his salary was more than Yi Zhonghai's. When Lao Jia died in the factory, the steel rolling mill covered the funeral expenses and gave him five million yuan, which is equivalent to five hundred yuan in today's new currency."

Many people inside and outside the courtyard were discussing the matter in small groups.

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