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

The courtyard remained peaceful for a long time.

That's great. After some effort, he actually found a part-time job as a bag carrier.

The job of carrying bags was really hard. They had to go out early and come back late every day, carrying heavy packages on their shoulders and moving step by step through the narrow alleys.

The salary I earn every month is just a dozen yuan. This number is pitiful and is still far from twenty yuan.

It was as if the money was stuck in my throat and I couldn't reach the twenty yuan mark.

Jia Zhang's face, which was always filled with sorrow, was now shrouded in even deeper depression, and her expression seemed as if water could drip out of it.

It was just a dozen dollars, like a pitiful straw tightly held in the hand, every penny seemed so precious and helpless.

Every month, they have to worry and work hard to repay the heavy debt, which almost swallows up all their income. How can they have a single cent of extra money to support a normal life?

Every day on weekdays is so tight that every expense has to be calculated extremely carefully just to barely maintain the barely lingering livelihood.

"Grandma, didn't I just give you my salary?"

"Why are you eating these today? There's not even any oil or water in it."

Jia Zhang sighed helplessly, with a hint of guilt in her eyes.

She said softly, "My dear grandson, there is really not much spare money in this family, and your job is not stable, so we have to spend it sparingly. Although these pickles and porridge are not delicious, they can fill your stomach.

I will definitely find a way to make you a delicious meal in a few days."

Bang Geng felt aggrieved after hearing what his grandmother said. He pouted and said, "I work so many days, and I can't eat a little meat?!"

Having said that, he threw his chopsticks down in angrily, stood up and was about to walk out.

Seeing this, Jia Zhang hurriedly pulled him back, with an unhappy look on her face: "My dear grandson, it's not that grandma doesn't want to buy it, it's just that those people came to collect the debt just now."

"I gave them all my money. I only have five dollars left."

Bang Geng struggled to break free from her hand, his eyes red as he said, "I just feel aggrieved. Other families have what we don't. Why?"

After saying that, he ran out of the door without looking back. Jia Zhang and the air looked at each other, their eyes revealing deep helplessness...

Banggeng walked slowly to the base of the sturdy locust tree. He saw that the locust tree was lush with branches and leaves, and the sunlight shone through the gaps, casting mottled shadows.

Everyone in the compound was busy with their own things, but when they saw him coming, they greeted him enthusiastically as if they saw a familiar figure.

"Hey, Banggeng, have you eaten this afternoon? Don't work on an empty stomach." The speaker was Uncle Li who lived next door.

Banggeng’s health has deteriorated. How will the Jia family repay the money later?

Another middle-aged woman came over and said with a smile, "It's the 30th today, it's time to get paid! Let's go to Zhang Xiao's store and buy some delicious food. I heard there's a big discount today, so you can save a lot of money."

As she spoke, she gestured with the basket in her hand, as if suggesting that Banggeng could use his salary to buy some good things to improve his life.

There were also a few children surrounding Banggeng, chattering non-stop: "Banggeng, go buy some candy! The fruit-flavored candy is so delicious!"

"Yes, yes. There are also cookies. We haven't eaten them for a long time."

There was a gleam of anticipation in the children's eyes, as if they could already smell the sweet aroma of candies and biscuits in the store.

However, no one noticed that Banggeng's already ugly face was becoming even uglier.

Why?

What is the reason behind this? !

Why could the convenience store of a man named Zhang Xiao easily gain the love and attention of so many people?

You know, his convenience store had only been open for just one day before it went bankrupt, and he was also burdened with a staggering amount of debt.

When everyone saw Banggeng's face which was as black as coal.

In an instant, they pulled the children who were laughing and playing tightly to their side, protected them carefully, and then took them away quickly from the place in the central courtyard.

During this period, Banggeng behaved very honestly.

He is busy every day like a tired dog, how could he not be honest?

However, even so, deep down in his heart, he still retains the violent and aggressive look of the past, and that nature has never changed in the slightest.

Just as Banggeng was lost in deep thought, the quiet atmosphere seemed to be broken by a sudden thunder.

At this moment, a loud and excited shout broke through the sky, "There is a household with an income of 100,000 yuan in our compound!"

This news, like a bombshell, stunned everyone present instantly.

What?

This simple yet powerful word came out of everyone's mouth unconsciously. Their eyes, which were originally focused on the work in their hands, were now attracted by a magnet and focused on the person who was shouting.

The aunties who were busy preparing meals in the house seemed to be under a spell. They dropped the shovels in their hands one after another. The crisp sounds of the shovels hitting the ground seemed to be responding to the sudden shock.

Each of them had an expression of disbelief on their faces, and they walked hurriedly yet with a hint of eagerness, as if they wanted to witness with their own eyes who the legendary 100,000 yuan household was.

"Qin Huairu and You Fengxia have become the richest people in our compound."

“It even made the news!”

Suddenly everyone's eyes widened.

Aren’t there not a single one with a hundred thousand yuan?

Is it two?

Or two women?

When the news spread in the compound, people had different reactions.

Some of the elderly people had excited looks on their faces, and they kept muttering: "A household with an income of 100,000 yuan? There is actually a household with an income of 100,000 yuan in our yard?" Their eyes were full of disbelief.

Some young people showed envy, their eyes sparkling with the desire for success, thinking how great it would be if they could be like Qin Huairu and You Fengxia;

Some children gathered around their parents, chattering and asking questions, their eyes full of curiosity.

Everyone was discussing, and the whole compound suddenly became lively, as if all eyes were focused on Qin Huairu and You Fengxia at this moment.

When Banggeng heard the news, his face was gloomy.

"Qin Huairu, you really have a good plan."

"Is it true that my son is not worth your nostalgia?"