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

Originally, Yan Jiefang was planning to give his third brother a meat bun to supplement his nutrition, but after the incident just now, he decided to postpone it for now.

Although they didn't see anyone at the scene, given Yan Bugui's cunning nature, he might be hiding in some dark corner watching them right now.

Yan Jiefang's concerns were not unfounded.

Shortly after the two brothers left, Yan Bugui emerged from another alleyway not far away.

His gaze was gloomy, and the aluminum coin in his hand was slightly twisted from his grip.

Yan Bugui still believed that Bang Geng was not mistaken, and that the silver dollar had most likely already ended up in the hands of the second son.

Given the second son's current intelligence, it will be extremely difficult for him to get it back.

Or, it's completely impossible.

This cost him ten dollars for nothing!

That's a full ten dollars!

This can't go on. The third brother is following the second brother around every day now, and he is very likely to be influenced by him in the future and become uncontrollable. This will very likely make all his efforts go to waste again.

He was thinking of all sorts of plans.

Let's continue to delay paying the tuition and fees for the second and third children this semester, so that the teachers will have a grudge against them.

Let's cut back on their stationery and food supplies; it's time to let these two beasts experience the bitterness of life.

People only have more worries when they are full; those who are hungry only have one worry.

...

The next morning, Yan Jiefang looked at the cornbread in his hand, which was about the size of a Shandong jujube, and a bowl of plain water, and realized: the abacus maker was too lazy to even pretend anymore!

Sitting to the side, watching his second brother's ashen face, Yan Bugui remained calm, but his narrowed eyes and slightly upturned lips betrayed his smugness.

Trying to fight me?

You two are still too green!

Even the fiercest eagle cannot withstand the vast sky!

With tears in his eyes, Yan Jiekuang looked at his silent mother, Yang Ruihua, and his father, Yan Bugui, his disappointment almost overwhelming his reason.

Yan Jiefang stood up, and pulled his third brother, who was sitting next to him, to his room. The two of them picked up their schoolbags and walked outside together.

Yan Jiekuang studied at Heizhima Primary School, which was very close by, and Yan Bugui also taught there, so many things couldn't be kept from him.

It was still early, so Yan Jiefang and his third brother deliberately took a detour, planning to take a long detour through the alley next to Wanrong's former residence.

He spent over a month traveling through this world, and he managed to explore most of the major hutongs in the Nanluoguxiang area whenever he had the chance.

I am already quite familiar with the roads here.

Today's events were rather unusual, and he naturally didn't want the people he knew in the courtyard to know.

Yan Jiekuang was heartbroken and didn't want to think too much. Anyway, following his second brother wouldn't be a mistake.

Not long after, the two walked through a winding alley.

Yan Jiefang surveyed the surroundings and led his third brother to a corner.

He had noticed that there weren't many pedestrians in this place, which is why he brought his third brother here.

Pretend to take a large steamed bun weighing half a pound out of your schoolbag.

The meat buns, larger than an adult's fist, seemed to still be steaming and emitting an enticing aroma of meat.

It immediately caught Yan Jiekuang's attention.

In all his years, Yan Jiekuang had only ever seen meat buns at breakfast stalls; he had never actually eaten one, let alone one this big.

This was definitely the closest he'd ever come to steamed buns.

With each breath, I could feel my mouth and tongue becoming moist.

That is the deepest desire in our genes.

Here, eat it.

The second brother reached out and shoved a big meat bun in front of him.

Yan Jiekuang reached out and took it without thinking; his hand was completely out of his control.

"Second brother, let's share it."

Yan Jiekuang suppressed the urge to take a bite and looked at his second brother.

"You eat it, I have some more."

As Yan Jiefang spoke, he took out another large meat bun from his bag and took a bite.

He took a bite and created a small opening in the bun, revealing the meat filling inside, which immediately filled the air with an even richer aroma of meat.

Seeing that his brother also had steamed buns to eat, Yan Jiefang immediately felt relieved and gently took a bite of his own bun.

I'm afraid I'll bite the "dream" in front of me to pieces.

But the taste of the steamed bun and oil filling his mouth told him that this was not a dream.

These steamed buns are soft, tender, and fragrant...

Even with all the words he knew, he could not describe this earthly delicacy.

Tears welled up involuntarily as he ate the delicious steamed buns, bite by bite.

Yan Jiefang ate the steamed buns quickly and in large gulps, while cautiously observing his surroundings.

He finished his breakfast quickly.

Turning around, I saw that my third brother had only eaten a little over half of his food, and immediately urged him on:

"Eat quickly, stop dawdling!"

Yan Jiekuang nodded quickly, but he was still unwilling to end this rare happy time too soon, and continued to eat in small bites.

The mixed cabbage and minced meat filling was so delicious that he really didn't want to eat it too fast.

Despite Yan Jiefang's repeated urging, Yan Jiekuang still took several extra minutes to finish eating the steamed bun.

After finishing eating, he kept licking his fingers.

This seems to be the first time he's ever eaten so much.

It was also the first time he had ever eaten so much meat in one meal, more than he had eaten in the previous three years combined.

After finishing breakfast, Yan Jiefang immediately led his third brother toward Black Sesame Primary School.

The school was not far from here, and the two of them arrived at the school gate in no time.

As soon as he saw his third brother walk into the school, Yan Jiefang immediately ran towards No. 22 Middle School.

He wasn't worried at all that his third brother would get diarrhea from eating such greasy food.

These buns are all produced by the system, so that kind of situation will never occur.

. . .

With the college entrance exams drawing closer, Yan Jiefang took some time after school to go to a bank a little further away and exchanged five Yuan Shikai silver dollars for five yuan.

For transmigrators with a system, making money is much easier than for ordinary people.

The only problem is taking the obvious route.

As for Yan Jiefang's 5 yuan, there's no need to consider the proper channels.

With such a small amount of money, it's almost impossible for anyone to notice it, unless the person is Yan Bugui.

Yan Jiefang would naturally be wary of this guy.

The next day, he spent a dollar at a commission shop to buy a second-hand Hero fountain pen that wrote fairly smoothly, and a few cents at a stationery store to buy two bottles of blue and black ink, as well as other stationery.

He keeps all these things in his spatial storage and never takes them out except when he's taking an exam.

Besides preparing for the exam, Yan Jiefang didn't stop exercising, and still went to Shichahai Beach to practice Tai Chi every day as usual.

In his spare time while practicing Tai Chi, he would also put a lot of pebbles and several thick wooden sticks of varying lengths into the space.

He noticed that some of his classmates seemed to be looking at him in a strange way.

Just in case, these necessary preparations are still indispensable; he doesn't like to fight unprepared battles.

The day before the preliminary exam, at the dinner table, Yan Bugui suddenly called out to Yan Jiefang, who was about to get up and leave:

"Second brother, you have an exam tomorrow. I specially prepared some stationery for you that you will need for the exam. They are all in your room. Take them with you tomorrow."