Only children in Siheyuan make choices. I want them all.

An old man named Yi Zhonghai, who had just changed his clothes, came over to talk to me with a big stack of banknotes in his hand, smiling.

"Jianjun! Here is 1,334 yuan as compensation from an old man. Please count carefully."

"I'll take your things and return them to you later. Don't worry, nothing is missing."

As an eighth-level fitter, the old man earned 100 yuan a month. In the old society, the top technicians were paid more than the factory director.

Even so, Uncle Yi Zhonghai felt a pang of pain in his heart, as he would have to save up this money for more than a year without eating or drinking.

Zhang Jianjun took the banknotes and counted them one by one. After making sure they were correct, he put the banknotes in his pocket and asked the police to open his handcuffs.

"Thank you, Public Security Comrade! I will return all the things in Jianjun's house right now!"

After the old man nodded and bowed to thank him, he and the old woman lifted the wardrobe and hurriedly returned it to Zhang Jianjun.

I guess during this period of time, the uncle won't dare to provoke Zhang Jianjun anymore!

Not only did Zhang Jianjun not leave, but he also strolled into the living room of the old man's house. He saw two plates of dumplings left on the table that had not been eaten and had become completely cold.

Zhang Jianjun was so hungry at this time that he just grabbed a dumpling with his hand, dipped it in some vinegar and ate it in one gulp.

"Not bad! It's stuffed with chives and eggs! It's a pity that it lacks mashed garlic and chili oil."

In less than three minutes, Zhang Jianjun had finished two plates of dumplings. He touched his stomach and sat back in the chair with satisfaction.

The old man and old woman who came back from delivering the wardrobe saw the empty plates on the living room table, but they both kept silent. They had lost a huge sum of more than a thousand yuan, so how could they be reluctant to give up two plates of dumplings?

Compared with the great economic power of the uncle, the other people in the courtyard are a little stretched.

Accompanied by the police, Sha Zhu returned home. He scraped together money from everywhere, even taking out his food coupons, and managed to scrape together more than 300 yuan, which was just enough to make up the difference.

"Comrade, that's all I have. Can I write you an IOU?"

Sha Zhu was pushed into a corner and even thought of writing an IOU.

The public security comrade was unmoved and said coldly: "No money? That's easy! Follow me to the police station!"

"Okay! I'll go find someone to borrow it!" Sha Zhu had no choice but to go find Old Lady Long.

On the other hand, the second uncle was a seventh-level forger in the steel rolling mill. Although his salary was not as high as that of the first uncle, he still made at least more than 80 yuan a month.

After scraping together some money, including many food coupons, cloth coupons, meat coupons and the like, he finally managed to collect more than a thousand yuan.

But the second uncle and his wife were heartbroken! This was their savings of more than ten years, and now it has returned to the pre-liberation era.

The third uncle was in a dilemma. Teachers' salaries were not high to begin with, and he had only saved more than 900 yuan by living frugally over the years. Adding food coupons and other receipts, the total was only 1,000 yuan.

"What should we do? We are still short of more than 300 yuan! How about you go and borrow some from your parents?" The third uncle said as he turned his gaze to his daughter-in-law Yu Li.

After all, when they went to Zhang Jianjun's house to get things, the three uncles, three aunts, and their eldest son and daughter-in-law were all involved. If the money was not enough, none of them could escape.

"Okay! I'll go and try!" Yu Li just sighed helplessly and went back to her parents' home accompanied by public security comrades.

Xu Damao didn't care. After all, his wife was Lou Xiao'e, the daughter of a capitalist. Lou's father's nickname was Lou Bancheng. It was said that half of the city belonged to their Lou family.

Although this statement is somewhat exaggerated, it is not difficult to see how wealthy the Lou family is. The Red Star Steel Rolling Mill was originally the property of Lou Bancheng, and later he took the initiative to hand over the mill.

This is how he avoided the subsequent ten years of turmoil and fled to Hong Kong Island with his family to develop. He is also a ruthless character with a sharp vision.

The Jia family was a little lively! Jia Zhang returned home accompanied by the police. She first threw a tantrum and then called for Old Jia, clearly not wanting to pay.

"Zhang Jianjun, you son of a bitch, you must die a miserable death. You cheated me out of more than a thousand yuan, and the police are on his side."

"Old Jia, please take him away! I can't live like this anymore. Let me die at home!"

The public security comrades did not tolerate her and immediately slapped her twice in the face, making Jia Zhang's fat body tremble.

"Don't bother throwing a tantrum here. If you don't take the money, your whole family will go to jail. There is no room for negotiation."

In order to avoid going to jail, Qin Huairu also tried to persuade them.

"Mom, please take out the pension money first! Even if it's not for Jia Dongxu, you have to consider Banggeng. He is still so young, if he goes to jail, his future will be ruined!"

When the topic of stick was mentioned, Jia Zhang finally compromised. She got up from the ground, twisted her big butt, and came to the corner of the room.

She skillfully peeled off a brick, gritted her teeth, and took out the cloth bag hidden in the wall.

The bag contained all the retirement money that Jia Zhang had left for herself. This money included the pensions for Jia Dongxu and his son, plus the wages they had saved through their frugal life over the years.

Qin Huairu hurriedly ran forward to take the cloth bag and opened it carefully on the table. Inside was a pile of banknotes neatly stacked.

There were ten-yuan notes, five-yuan notes, and many grain coupons and meat coupons. All added up, it was only thirteen hundred yuan.

"Mom! We are still short of one hundred dollars. What should I do?"

Qin Huairu counted the money several times and finally couldn't help but ask.

"Just give it to him directly. Leave the damn Zhang Jianjun alone. He won't dare to cause any trouble."

Jia Zhang waved her hand and drove Qin Huairu away. She was so heartbroken that her whole body was shaking. Not only did she not get any benefits this time, but she also lost all her savings of many years.

"Damn Zhang Jianjun, this matter is not over yet!" Jia Zhang secretly swore in her heart that sooner or later she would get revenge.

Not long after, Sha Zhu, accompanied by police officers, came to the uncle's house with a lot of money in his hand.

"Brother Jianjun is my elder brother, and I was blinded by greed. You must keep this compensation!"

Sha Zhu smiled and handed the money in his hand to Zhang Jianjun.

After counting and confirming that it was correct, Zhang Jianjun smiled and said some meaningless words.

"Brother Zhuzi, we are brothers who grew up together! Why are you being so polite to me?"

"By the way, please send my things back to me now. I still need to wait for others to send me money."

Although Sha Zhu nodded in agreement on the surface, he actually wanted to kill Zhang Jianjun in his heart. He could only hold this resentment in his heart and would definitely take revenge when he found a chance another day.

Not long after Sha Zhu left, the second uncle, Xu Damao, and Qin Huairu came to the first uncle's house together.

"Hey! Isn't this a coincidence? Why are the three of you here together? Did you bring the money?"

"Let me tell you in advance. If you miss any of them, blame me for asking the police to arrest you!"

Zhang Jianjun sat leisurely in the chair, just waiting for a cigarette. Unfortunately, he hadn't had a cigarette for more than half a month since he traveled through time.

The old man's cigarettes left by his grandfather made him feel so sick that he wanted to vomit, but unfortunately he couldn't quit smoking. The main reason was that he had too many troubles and could only numb himself with cigarettes.

"Don't worry, Jianjun. Why don't you go out and ask who my father-in-law is? You don't have to give me the extra money. I'll give it to you as a tip."

Xu Damao handed over a stack of brand new banknotes in a cocky manner.

Zhang Jianjun took it and looked at it, and saw that they were all ten-yuan Great Unity notes.

"Yeah, not bad! A total of 1,340 yuan. I really don't understand. Your father-in-law is so rich, why do you come to my house to ask for money?"

Xu Damao explained embarrassedly: "I just wanted to join in the fun. Who would have thought that I would get myself involved!"

"I took away your parents' thirteen military medals, and I'll return them to you along with the box!"

Zhang Jianjun nodded to show that he understood, then he took the cloth bag from the second uncle, opened it and started counting.

"Why are there so many food coupons? And cloth coupons and meat coupons? Do you think I'm a rag collector? Don't you have watch coupons and bicycle coupons?"

Upon hearing this, the second uncle could only smile awkwardly.

"I don't have a bicycle ticket or a watch ticket! Jianjun, please be merciful and let me go."

Zhang Jianjun knew that if he pushed further, the second uncle would not be able to come up with any extra money. Anyway, he could use the food coupons and meat coupons, so he turned a blind eye.

"Okay, Uncle! Just return all my things and we'll be done with it. As for you, Qin Huairu, do you have enough 1,400 yuan?"

"Enough! If you don't believe me, count." Qin Huairu made up her mind and pushed the cloth bag over.

When Zhang Jianjun saw Qin Huairu's guilty look, he knew that the money was not enough, but he was not sure how much was missing.

Three minutes later, Qin Huairu was already sweating from nervousness. As she prayed silently, Zhang Jianjun finally counted all the bills.

"Even if you pass this time, remember to return the sofa to my house."

At this point, Zhang Jianjun lowered his voice and whispered, "Come to my house at three o'clock tonight, I'll leave the door open for you!"

Qin Huairu nodded obediently, turned around and left without saying anything.

Qin Huairu didn't say anything at this moment, but her heart was burning with passion.

No matter how you look at it, Zhang Jianjun can be considered a millionaire. You have to know what that meant in 57.

In terms of purchasing power, ten thousand yuan at that time was equivalent to more than ten million yuan today.