Rebirth of the Forbidden City: The Troublemaker in the Courtyard

Seeing that Zhong Yuemin was firm in his words, Ning Yuan stopped talking nonsense and directly took the money.

Then he said to Zhong Yuemin, "Yuemin, we agreed to give them 30%, so there can be no shortfall. Also, if you don't want this money, I'll keep it. With your extravagant spending habits, you can't afford any amount of money. When you're done, just come to me for more."

Zhong Yuemin took the lead and then jumped on the bicycle. Ning Yuan didn't say anything more, got on the bicycle, and quickened his pace to rush home.

Ning Yuan didn't notice that just as he turned around and got on his bike, Zhong Yuemin stared at his back, smiled slightly, nodded, and then followed.

After returning to the compound, Zhong Yuemin handed the porcelain bottle in the bag to Ning Yuan. After watching Zhong Yuemin enter the house, Ning Yuan directly put the large enameled porcelain bottle and the two jade Maitreya and jade Guanyin into the jade pendant space.

After returning home, Ning Yuan counted the money. Excluding the three hundred yuan given to Zhong Yuemin and the nine hundred yuan given to Chen Liangzi, he spent more than fifty yuan on the meal for the new immigrants, and also spent nearly three hundred yuan on stockpiling food at Caishikou Xiaoshi.

I still have more than 1,400 yuan in my hand, and I have to go to Lao Mo tomorrow.

Lao Mo's manager Zhang Fengkai still has 300 yuan to pay to the other party. After deducting these 300 yuan, there is still more than 1,100 yuan left.

Food still needs to be purchased, friends and brothers need to continue to be close, and antiques need to be selected and saved. He can't just sell whatever Chen Liangzi brings.

At this stage, all we need to do is stock up on enough supplies so that Xiao Ningwei and I can have enough food and clothing when we go to the countryside to work in the fields in the next few years.

The rest of the money will have to be spent on stockpiling some antiques and collectibles. These things may only be sold for a few hundred or a few thousand yuan now, but if kept for twenty or thirty years, they will be worth hundreds of millions or even tens of millions.

By the way, the houses in this old city will also be priced at sky-high prices in the future. The more Ning Yuan thinks about it, the more hopeful he feels for the future. Damn, he will definitely be a billionaire in the future. This is truly an era full of opportunities!

That night, Ning Yuan was thinking very far ahead and didn't know when he fell into a drowsy sleep.

The next morning, Ning Yuan steamed some white flour buns early, ate them, packed two, and went directly to Zhong Yuemin's house.

Zhong Yuemin hadn't gotten up yet, and Ning Yuan kept banging on the door for a long time until he woke her up.

"Yuemin, the sun is shining on your butt, how can you still sleep? Get up quickly, I brought you two steamed buns, just eat them!" Ning Yuan shouted loudly at the door.

When Zhong Yuemin heard that there were big white steamed buns to eat, he quickly put on a coat, jumped out of bed and opened the door for Ning Yuan.

"Yuemin, ah Yuemin, you are such a bastard. If I hadn't mentioned these two steamed buns, you would have f*cking frozen me to death outside the door, right?"

As soon as Ning Yuan entered the door, he took off Zhong Yuemin's coat and started teasing him.

"Fuck, Brother Yuan, I was wrong. Give me back my clothes!"

Zhong Yuemin jumped in the cold. He grabbed his clothes and put them on, then quickly snatched the steamed bun from Ning Yuan's hand.

Zhong Yuemin finished two big steamed buns in just two or three bites.

After eating, the grandson slowly tidied up his bedding, put on his clothes, and then picked up the water Ning Yuan poured and drank it all.

Ning Yuan watched as Zhong Yuemin drank up all the water he was about to drink, and he got so angry that he started punching again.

The two of them quarreled for a while, and then someone else came to the door.

It was Yuan Jun, Zheng Tong and others. A group of about ten people rushed into Zhong Yuemin's house in a noisy manner.

"Ningyuan, Yuemin, let's go to Xinjiekou for a while. I heard there's a group called the Zhenliu Team showing off their power there these days. Let's go take a look!"

Yuan Jun rummaged through the cupboards in Zhong Yuemin's house but didn't find anything delicious, so he sat down on the sofa and thought about where to provoke him and find something to do.

Ning Yuan became interested when he heard this. After looking at Zhong Yuemin, he nodded.

This is a good opportunity to take advantage of the situation and get some good stuff!

"Then let's go take a look. When Fatty Fan and the others arrive, let's go over and take a look together."

Zhong Yuemin glanced at Ning Yuan and knew that he wanted to take advantage of the chaos to collect some things, so he went along with it and spoke.

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The place name Xinjiekou first appeared in the book "Collection of Lanes and Alleys in the Five Cities of the Capital" compiled in the 1560th year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty (), and belongs to Xicheng District.

Moreover, Xinjiekou is a general term for an area, and there are more than a dozen streets and alleys included in the name Xinjiekou.

Anping Lane, Banbi Street, Beicaoguang, Beishun, Dajue, Fuguoli, Gongmenkou, Guanyuan, Guanyingyuan, Nanxiao Street, etc. all belong to the Xinjiekou area.

The people living here are all working people, and there are often five or six families crammed into a small courtyard.

Their small courtyard is not like the military compound, which is a very spacious courtyard that can accommodate hundreds of households.

This kind of small courtyard has three or four main rooms at the entrance, and three or four wing rooms on the east and west sides.

Among the neighbors in the same yard, some are good-hearted and some are bad-hearted.

Liu Chuanwen's family was harmed by these neighbors.

After all the trouble...

Since his father died of illness, Liu Chuanwen has taken on the burden of raising his two twin brothers, Liu Chuanwu and Liu Chuanjun.

The mother of the three brothers died early, and their father had been raising the three children alone. Now the pillar of the family has also been broken.

Liu Chuanwen's temperament changed drastically from then on. At the age of 19, he began to hang out on the streets, picking fights and exchanging the stolen goods for food and drink to support Liu Chuanwu and Liu Chuanjun.