I, Yan Jiefang, will live to 2025 in this courtyard house.

Yan Jiefang relaxed his brow, came to his senses, looked at the night outside the window, and felt a little urge to urinate, so he slightly parted his lips:

"Okay, let's go together."

By this time, everyone had already turned off their lights and gone to sleep, and it was so dark in the yard that you could hardly see your hand in front of your face.

The two brothers opened the courtyard gate and walked out of the yard one after the other.

The streetlights in the alley emitted a dim, yellowish glow, offering a small measure of comfort to passersby.

Yan Jiefang was leading the way toward the public restroom when Yan Jiekuang suddenly tugged at his clothes from behind:

"Second brother, this way."

Although he had some doubts, he still chose to follow the good advice.

Maybe Yan Jiekuang thinks the public toilets are too smelly and plans to relieve himself in some corner.

This phenomenon is not common for children their age, but it does occur.

But what was puzzling was that Yan Jiekuang led him to a street lamp.

Then, he held out his hand to show Yan Jiefang a coin.

"Second brother, look, what is this?"

Yan Jiefang took it and looked at it under the streetlight.

This coin is slightly heavy, much heavier than a normal aluminum coin of this period.

Even the one-yuan coin of later generations was far from it.

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Yan Jiefang immediately had a guess in his mind, but he still observed carefully.

This coin appears to have been carefully cleaned and handled multiple times. Under the streetlights, it gleams with a cool white sheen and looks to be in fairly good condition.

The obverse of the coin features a profile portrait of a bald, overweight man. Above his head, a row of embossed lettering is arranged in a semi-circle, from right to left:

Made in the eighth year of the Republic of China.

The reverse side only has two words: One Yuan

The outer part of these two characters is decorated with a crop, which is said to be Jiahe (嘉禾).

This is a Yuan Shikai silver dollar from the eighth year of the Republic of China.

If it's in good condition, I heard it could sell for several thousand dollars in later generations, but in 61, it can only be exchanged for 1 dollar at the bank.

The price would likely be higher on the black market, but he didn't know the exact figure; as a middle school student, he had no idea about such things. (According to research, it's normally around 10 yuan.)

This was the first time Yan Jiefang had ever held such a silver coin in his own hands. After examining it for a few moments with a bit of interest, he casually handed it back to his third brother.

However, when he handed it back to him, Yan Jiefang subconsciously used the system to launch a critical hit.

Whether you have a chance or not, it's not much trouble, and even if you fail, it won't consume any critical hit attempts.

To his great surprise, a notification sound echoed in his mind:

[You critically struck the expired currency in front of you, triggering a 66x critical hit and gaining 66 silver coins! They have been added to your personal space.]

Yan Jiefang was slightly taken aback. Could it be like this?

Sure enough, his consciousness then found a small pile of Yuan Shikai silver dollars that looked exactly the same in the space.

Yan Jiekuang did not take it, but looked at Yan Jiefang:

"Second brother, I don't need this for the time being, so you can have it."

Yan Jiefang was somewhat surprised.

Based on previous observations, the third brother clearly liked and valued this silver dollar very much, and obviously had long understood its worth.

Given his young age of 10 and the oppressive training he received from the cunning strategist, this was undoubtedly the most valuable thing he possessed, yet he was now willing to part with it with great reluctance.

Furthermore, tonight's events clearly indicate that the decision was made after careful consideration.

What this means is already obvious.

He probably also noticed the change in his father Yan Bugui and his wife's attitude towards him in the past few days.

He looked gloomy every day, which meant he was facing considerable difficulties.

The scene before him could be described as a heartfelt effort to help his second brother, hoping that he could get out of his current predicament.

And he even inadvertently helped him temporarily solve his money problem!

Otherwise, I don't know how long it will take or how many setbacks I will have to overcome before I can achieve it.

This is no small favor.

Although I can't exchange too much money at once, as long as I can exchange a few dollars, it will be enough to solve my immediate problem and get me through this semester.

In fact, he had considered the methods he had read in several novels in his previous life, which was to write popular novels and earn royalties.

But as a science student, he doesn't have much literary knowledge. Although it can be cultivated using a panel, how long would that take?

To reach a level where one can submit a report or publish a book, even with a significant amount of dedicated study time, it would likely take at least a month.

He is currently at a crucial stage of his upcoming graduation and is also facing the high probability of Yan Laoxi causing trouble. Where would he find so much time?

Yan Jiefang thought for a moment, then casually put the Yuan Shikai silver dollar into his spatial storage, and pulled Yan Jiekuang to a relatively dark place.

Just as he was about to take out a large meat bun to give Yan Jiekuang some nutrition, he noticed a dark figure rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Yan Bugui!

Why did Yan Laoxi suddenly come here? And with such a clear purpose?

Yan Jiefang immediately stopped what he was doing, turned around to face the abacus spirit who was rushing towards him, and wanted to see what this guy was up to.

"Jie Kuang, where's your silver dollar? Hurry up and hand it over. Dad will keep it for you and will return it to you in the future when you need money, converting it to one dollar each."

Yan Bugui's words startled Yan Jiekuang. How did Dad know I had silver dollars? I had never told anyone before today.

Just as he was at a loss, Yan Jiefang took out a one-cent coin and put it into his hand.

Because it was dark, Yan Bugui did not see Yan Jiefang's movements at all.

Yan Jiekuang touched the coins in his hand, feeling a little more at ease.

"Dad, where would I get money? How could I possibly have money?"

"That kid Banggeng told me. He saw you washing your diaper with tap water by the school's pond. That kid has sharp eyes; he couldn't possibly be mistaken."

"You believe what Bang Geng says? Here, this is the 'dollar' you wanted."

Yan Jiekuang stuffed the coins in his hand into Yan Bugui's hand, then pulled his second brother toward the nearby public toilet.

Left alone, Yan Bugui stared at the one-cent coin in his hand, muttering to himself, "This shouldn't be happening. Could it be that Banggeng really made a mistake?"

He had previously thought that the third brother was going to give the silver dollars to the second brother, so that they would be hard to get back into his hands. That's why he rushed over, but he didn't expect it to be just a penny.

But he didn't lose out either; every penny counts!

Yan Jiefang could feel that his third brother Yan Jiekuang's palms were covered in sweat.

Clearly, his previous composure was all an act.

When the two returned after using the restroom, Yan Bugui had already disappeared.