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

Qi Bing, whose appearance had been drastically altered by controlling his skin with his mental power, quietly arrived in Baizhou.

"Let's make our move tonight. First, let's go to the Xuanhuang World to eat and sleep, and while we're at it, let's make some cloud bombs."

Heading to Xuanhuang Manor, Qi Bing used the Disassembly and Synthesis skill to create a large number of timed thermobaric bombs.

After eating and drinking my fill, I slept until after nine o'clock at night.

Under the cover of night, we quietly entered the John Bull Museum.

Door locks and walls are no match for his dismantling skills.

His spiritual power spread out, collecting all sorts of things from the Great Xia Dynasty into the warehouse outside Xuanhuang Manor.

Place timed thermobaric bombs and send all troops to another target.

In less than three hours, he emptied many museums and libraries.

When the time came, the timed thermobaric bomb exploded, and under the extremely high temperature, the ruins turned into a sea of ​​fire.

For several days in a row, Qi Bing wandered around Baizhou at night, collecting books, antiques, and gold...

His current mental power covers a radius of over thirty kilometers; trying to ambush him is nothing short of a pipe dream.

Those who were lying in ambush were all sent to their deaths, and then they continued to collect the loot.

That night, after visiting Ruixing, he used his mental powers to fly and quietly left Baizhou.

After spending a few days in the U.S. and reaping considerable rewards, the Qi soldiers returned to the East Wing.

The ordinary days continued, filled with reading, self-cultivation, and scientific research.

That noon, at Xu Fugui's house.

Xu Fugui, who joined the movie theater, was assigned three rooms.

Xu Damao would come to his parents' house for dinner whenever he had free time.

He doesn't have to cook when he eats at his parents' house, which saves him money on meals.

Xu Damao, who is 20 years old, wants to get married and have children before He Yuzhu gets married.

Xu Damao, who was having dinner at his parents' house, talked about his desire to get married.

Xu Fugui said, "Da Mao, there's no rush for you to get married. Lou Zhenhua's daughter, Lou Xiao'e, is very beautiful and well-educated. If you marry her, you'll be rich."

Bai Sulan chimed in, "Da Mao, Lou Zhenhua is the infamous Lou Bancheng. If you were given even a little of what he has, you'd never have to worry about food or clothing for the rest of your life. If you marry Lou Xiao'e, you'll be happy from now on."

Xu Damao met Lou Xiao'e, and upon recalling her appearance, he was immediately tempted.

Xu Fugui continued, "The Lou family is in a delicate situation and needs the support of working-class families to balance things out."

Xu Damao hesitated and said, "Dad, Mom, Lou Zhenhua is too shrewd. Would he really marry Lou Xiao'e to me?"

Bai Sulan sneered: "Life is getting harder and harder for capitalists. Lou Zhenhua wants to find a son-in-law from a working-class or peasant family."

That afternoon, there was a knock on the door.

Qi Bing didn't rush to respond. He released his mental energy and discovered that it was Yan Jiecheng outside. He immediately pretended not to hear.

He lived in the east courtyard to absorb the luck and fortune dropped by the characters in the movies and TV shows, to upgrade his human level, and to watch the shows as well, not to cause trouble for himself.

"Another college-wide meeting? I wonder what the theme is this time?"

Sitting on the stone bench in the pavilion, Qi Bing used his mental power to observe the main courtyard next door.

Before long, representatives from each household in the courtyard brought their stools and chairs and gathered in the central courtyard for a meeting.

Yi Zhonghai took a sip of tea, looked around, and then said, "I've gathered everyone here today to discuss one thing. Our ancestor, the deaf old lady, will be turning seventy in a few days. I propose that the whole neighborhood chip in to hold a birthday banquet for her."

Upon hearing this, many neighbors looked grim. Many of them hadn't held a celebration for their 10th birthday, not because they didn't want to, but because they didn't have the money.

When your own family members turn ten, you don't hold a banquet, but you pool your money to hold a banquet for a deaf old lady. Who would be willing to do that?

Not wanting to offend Wang Yunxia, ​​the director of the subdistrict office, or Yang Jianye, the deputy director of the steel rolling mill, and also not wanting to offend their neighbors in the courtyard, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui remained silent.

He Yuzhu jumped in, saying that respecting the elderly is a traditional virtue, and that he supported raising money to hold a birthday banquet for the deaf old lady.

Yi Zhonghai asked, "Old Liu, what do you think?"

Caught in a dilemma, Liu Haizhong had a sudden inspiration and said, "Old Yi, you have no children, you're a level seven fitter in the factory, and you're also an old man in the yard. You should contribute more money."

Yan Bugui, who didn't want to contribute any money in the first place, quickly chimed in, "Old Yi, you earn so much a month, you should contribute more. Many of our neighbors in the courtyard are struggling financially, so they should contribute less."

"Yes, sir, you earn money for two people, and your salary is several times that of us."

"Sir, with your income, taking out two or three hundred yuan is no problem at all."

"Uncle, if you pay a little more, the deaf old lady will be grateful to you."

With Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui leading the charge, neighbors who didn't want to contribute money responded one after another.

Qi Bing, who was watching the show from behind the wall, felt quite pleased to see Yi Zhonghai's gloomy face.

The fact that he had no children was a source of great distress for Yi Zhonghai. His neighbor kept repeating this to him, but he was powerless to refute it, and he felt both angry and resentful.

"I'm sorry, Lao Yi. I have a heart condition and can't have children..."

Tan Guilan clutched her chest, sobbing and crying, looking extremely pitiful.

As Yi Zhonghai's bedmate, Tan Guilan's acting skills and scheming were no less than Qin Huairu's.

Near Zhu Zhechi, near the ink is black.

Yi Zhonghai's scheming was far inferior to that of the deaf old lady.

Tan Guilan, who shared a bed with Yi Zhonghai, was fully aware of all of Yi Zhonghai's schemes.

Tan Guilan, who chats with the deaf old lady every day, has learned a lot from her.

The neighbors present glanced at Tan Guilan and stopped mocking Yi Zhonghai for not having children.

A few neighbors glanced at the wall of the east courtyard and felt a pang of envy.

Qi Bing, who lives in the east courtyard, rarely attends the courtyard-wide meetings, and no one knows whether he is home or not.

"Everyone, please be quiet," Yi Zhonghai called out, then said, "Regarding the birthday banquet for the deaf old lady, everyone can give whatever they want. I'm an old man in the courtyard, so I'll give one hundred yuan."

"Old Yi, I'm the only one in my family who works. There are four people in my family now. Guangtian is in elementary school, Guangfu is in kindergarten, and we also held a wedding banquet for Guangqi and bought three turns and one sound... I'll give you ten yuan."

Liu Haizhong knew very well that he was the second oldest man in the courtyard. It would be inappropriate for him not to give money for the deaf old lady's birthday banquet, but he would feel bad if he gave too much. After subtly implying that Yi Zhonghai had no children, he asked Chen Rong to go home and get ten yuan.

Yan Bugui said, "As everyone knows, there are six people in my family. I earn a little over twenty yuan a month, while Yan Jiecheng is still an apprentice and only earns eighteen yuan a month. As the third uncle in the courtyard, I give him three yuan."

He Yuzhu sneered, his face close to hers: "Second Uncle, Third Uncle, you're so stingy! First Uncle gave a hundred, and you two each gave ten and three yuan. How can you be so shameless?"

Chen Rong said, "Silly Zhu, if you're full, the whole family won't go hungry."

The neighbors who understood laughed.

He Yuzhu is He Yushui's older brother, yet he often forgets about He Yushui.

To say that He Yuzhu treated He Yushui badly is wrong. The lunch boxes that He Yuzhu occasionally brought back were not given to Qin Huairu, but were left for He Yushui instead.

He Yuzhu was good to He Yushui. He Yuzhu often said that he was the only one who was full and the whole family wasn't hungry.

He Yuzhu snorted and said, "The deaf old lady is the matriarch of our courtyard. I'll give her twenty yuan for her seventieth birthday."

After thinking for a moment, Zhang Cuihua reluctantly took out one yuan: "There are four people in our Jia family, and only Dongxu works. His meager salary is barely enough to make ends meet. Our Jia family will give you one yuan."

Unwilling to be outdone by He Yuzhu, yet also unwilling to suffer a loss, Xu Damao hesitated for a few seconds before giving her one yuan.

Xu Damao loathed the deaf old woman, but he still had to live there and work at the steel mill.

The deaf old lady has a close relationship with Yang Jianye, the deputy director of the steel rolling mill, and Wang Yunxia, ​​the director of the street office. Xu Damao does not want to be targeted by Wang Yunxia and Yang Jianye.