Siheyuan: Making a fortune every day, breaking the defense of the whole courtyard

"Fusion!"

The golden pupil turned into a stream of light and penetrated into Zhang Xiao's pupil.

Instantly a stabbing pain came over him. Zhang Xiao gritted his teeth and frantically tried to divert his attention. The bloating and pain lasted for more than ten minutes before slowly dissipating.

He blinked, and the last trace of strange feeling disappeared.

Suddenly, Zhang Xiao found that the whole world had changed.

When he glanced at the wall, he saw Yan Jiecheng from the Yan family doing handicrafts. He couldn't help but complain in his heart, "It's really an eyesore!!"

What surprised Zhang Xiao was that as long as he stared at an object quietly, the structure, material and texture of the object would appear one by one.

When he wanted to try other special effects such as time travel and space pause, he found that the golden eyes did not react at all.

"So this is a youth version!" Zhang Xiao was a little disappointed. "But it's also a gain. At least the basic functions such as treasure appraisal, perspective, telescopic and angled viewing are still there."

Now that Zhang Xiao has the ability to identify treasures with his golden eyes, he can finally identify the antiques he had collected from Jin Tiansheng and the other Eight Banners disciples.

If you have time, you can also go to Panjiayuan and Liulichang to pick up bargains.

Perspective and telescope are also very useful to Zhang Xiao.

If Qin Huairu looked up, she would definitely notice the change in Zhang Xiao's eyes.

In the dark pupils, there is a circle composed of thin golden threads, which has an eerie feeling.

After playing for a few minutes, Zhang Xiao felt his physical strength decreasing rapidly.

"It seems that the power of this golden pupil cannot be used casually." Zhang Xiao closed his eyes lightly, and when he opened them again, the golden circle deep in the pupil had disappeared.

"It seems that the time I can use it for is about half an hour every day." Zhang Xiao muttered to himself.

“Half an hour is not enough!!”

"..."

The next morning.

Yi Zhonghai, Liu Haizhong and Yan Bugui gathered together to discuss the Jia family's affairs regarding Jia Dongxu's funeral.

"But let me make this clear first! I'm only responsible for registration, I'm not responsible for other matters." Yan Bugui spoke first.

He even arranged a job for himself, as he didn't want to be cheated by the Jia family.

"Old Yi, it's not that I don't want to help, it's mainly because I don't have much money left." The fat on Liu Haizhong's face twitched unconsciously.

Today, Yi Zhonghai called himself and Yan Bugui early in the morning to discuss Jia Dongxu's funeral. It was obvious that it was not a good thing.

A lot of it is about money.

After hearing what the two said, Yi Zhonghai's face turned dark.

"I don't have much money on me." Yi Zhonghai sighed helplessly, "But if Jia Dongxu is not buried with dignity, what do you think Jia Zhangshi will do?"

When the two heard Yi Zhonghai's words, they fell silent.

As an elder in the courtyard, Jia Zhang knew a lot of secrets.

Just a few days ago, Jia Zhang was still somewhat rational and only talked about things that happened in recent years.

But their affairs go far beyond this.

The deaf old lady forged information to obtain the status of a five-guarantee household and a martyr's relative, and He Daqing escaped from the courtyard...

They are behind all these things.

"How about we hold another fundraising event?" Liu Haizhong made a suggestion. "The Jia family's current situation isn't very good anyway."

"Still raising funds? I'm afraid you have forgotten what happened last time." Yan Bugui sneered.

"This doesn't work, and that doesn't work either. What else can we do?" Liu Haizhong gave up immediately.

"I have a solution, but it requires your cooperation." Yi Zhonghai said mysteriously.

"What method!?" Yan Bugui turned to look at Yi Zhonghai. As long as he didn't have to pay for it, it would be fine.

At this time, Liu Haizhong also said anxiously: "Old Yi, don't keep us in suspense."

"We don't have money, but Zhang Xiao and Qin Huairu do! They charged us more than 1,500 yuan yesterday."

"We can take it from them!"

The two of them widened their eyes instantly, and Liu Haizhong even touched Yi Zhonghai's forehead with the back of his hand.

"Old Yi, are you okay? The relationship between Jia Zhang and them, Zhang Xiao didn't set off firecrackers at Jia Dongxu's funeral, we are all very grateful."

"Yeah! I think it would be more realistic to just take the money from Shazhu."

"Listen to me!" Yi Zhonghai explained, "Qin Huairu is Jia Dongxu's ex-wife, right? Banggeng is her son."

"With this kind of relationship, will Qin Huairu not pay a penny?!"

"Isn't this asking people to poke your back?"

"If we can set an example and raise the share money, won't we have the money?"

"We'll get our money out later."

After listening to Yi Zhonghai's explanation, Yan Bugui and Liu Haizhong's eyes lit up.

Yes!

Why didn't they think of this solution?

After a few people discussed it, they perfected some details and made a decision immediately.

If they want Zhang Xiao and Qin Huairu to pay, it is far from enough to just rely on them to set an example.

They decided to collect the money from Zhang Xiao and Qin Huairu at the end, and then put the gift book recorded by Yan Bugui in front of them.

They have to pay this money whether they want to or not.

Yi Zhonghai looked at the two people's backs as they walked away, with a slight smile on his face.

He has money on him.

He is very rich and he saves some money every month. He keeps all of it. Every penny is his retirement money.

Why should he be used by Jia Zhang?

Wouldn’t it be nice to save the money and buy yourself some spareribs?

In his eyes, people who cannot provide for themselves in their old age are worthless.

After breakfast.

People began to leave the compound to go to work.

When passing by the front yard, everyone noticed the square table set up by the third uncle Yan Bugui, on which was placed a somewhat tattered booklet.

"Hey! Uncle, you've taken out all the pen and ink for writing Spring Festival couplets." Sha Zhu joked.

"Go away, stop talking nonsense." Yan Bugui waved his hand to drive away the troublemaker Sha Zhu, "Tomorrow is your brother Jia's funeral. As the only uncle in the compound."

"I am just trying my best to help."

After replying to Sha Zhu, Yan Bugui put down his pen and began to speak at length.

For a moment, all the residents passing by the front yard were deeply attracted to Yan Bugui.

"Everyone, tomorrow is the funeral of Jia Dongxu from the Jia family..."

The words are gorgeous and the tone is full of sadness.

"Okay, Third Uncle, don't be so nagging here. It's just a gift, isn't it?" Sha Zhu shouted, "I'll give you ten dollars."

"After all, Jia Dongxu is my brother Jia!"

The crowd watching was also shocked by Sha Zhu's generosity.

"Hahaha, Shazhu is still the one with the higher ideological awareness." The third uncle laughed.

This is a good start.

But the following scene left Yan Bugui a little confused.

The courtyard that was surrounded by a group of people just now was suddenly empty.

"This play was performed in vain!?"

At this time, Zhang Xiao and Qin Huairu pushed their bicycles out of the house.

"Hey! Zhang Xiao, please stay!"