Quick wear: cannon fodder is a bit strong

"Ruizhu, what do you think of this courtyard?"

Two extremely beautiful little girls walked out of the gate of a courtyard house arm in arm, side by side, and immediately attracted a lot of attention.

Shu Jing turned her head and asked Cheng Ruizhu in a gentle tone:

"Which one do you like better, this one or the one we looked at a few days ago?"

Cheng Ruizhu smiled and said, "I think both of them are good."

Shu Jing is one of her new colleagues in the library. She is gentle, generous and quiet. Cheng Ruizhu likes this girl very much.

Shu Jing: Thank you. I am two years older than you, okay?

Cheng Ruizhu saw Shu Jing's puzzled expression and explained:

"The courtyard house we visited last time was a bit run-down, but it was large. This one today is small and exquisite, and well-preserved, so..."

"So, you mean, you want both?"

"right,"

Cheng Ruizhu answered very straightforwardly:

"Tell me the total amount. I'll handle the paperwork for you when you get the landlord."

"The big one is mine. It's a little old and needs to be renovated. Just give me 20,000 yuan." Shu Jing said frankly:

"This small one belongs to one of my uncles. The asking price is 18,000. If you think it's too expensive, I can help you arrange an appointment, and we can negotiate it ourselves later."

Shu Jing didn't bother either.

She knew that Cheng Ruizhu had money.

Not to mention that she is the new daughter-in-law of the Lu family, she even sold a large ginseng that was hundreds of years old two days ago, and it was she who helped sell it.

When Cheng Ruizhu said she had ginseng that she wanted to sell, she thought she was just helping out as a middleman and doing a favor for her new colleague.

Who knew that the ginseng was of such good quality that it almost caused a frenzy of buying as soon as it was unveiled.

In the end, it was one of her father's former teachers who got it. The man was only willing to pay 12,000 yuan for the Ginseng Ruizhu, and her family ended up doing him a favor.

So when Cheng Ruizhu said she wanted to buy a siheyuan, she actively helped search for one, scouring the surrounding area. Her father was the vice president of Peking University and Tsinghua University, and her mother was a senior professor, so her family had some connections.

"No, I think the price is right."

Cheng Ruizhu was indeed quite satisfied with the prices of the two courtyard houses, which were much lower than her budget.

She even thought that she could buy one or two more if she had the chance.

"Okay, that's settled then. There's no rush for my house. I'll give you the keys tomorrow, and the formalities can be completed anytime."

"This little one is waiting for me to send you a letter..."

. . .

Two days later, Cheng Ruizhu secured two courtyard houses in Beijing, and instantly felt relieved. She felt that her future in this small world would be filled with luxury.

Then, a month later, Cheng Ruizhu bought three more similar courtyard houses...

——It turns out that buying a house is addictive.

Most of the savings were spent, and then Shu Jing still wanted to continue introducing the Siheyuan to her.

Cheng Ruizhu:

"..."

That’s enough, stop it, chop off your hands, I’m definitely not buying it.

If she continues to buy like this, she will become the "Beijing Real Estate Queen".

She didn't want to be a real estate tycoon, she just wanted to be okay. Besides, she still had several house deeds left by her grandfather in Jiang City.

But the houses over there are not worth much even if they are sold now.

Cheng Ruizhu planned to keep the house for now, waiting for better policies and a rise in value before selling it. After all, the original owner had a wish to move away from Jiang City. Therefore, she definitely couldn't keep the house in Jiang City.

In fact, Cheng Ruizhu certainly knew that so many courtyard houses in Beijing were taking action, which was also sending an invisible signal.

That is, the current situation has become more turbulent.

Some people who are sensitive to politics, either having had some ideas or having received some news, have started selling their assets to live in Hong Kong.

Shu Jing's family had this plan, but they just didn't say it out loud. It was said that her family was also secretly looking for someone to take over the old house. However, the Shu residence was too large, and Cheng Ruizhu felt that if she took action, it would attract too much attention, so she gave up.

After all, the Lu family is trying their best to keep a low profile, and she agrees with that.

In Beijing, an invisible movement is fermenting secretly.

I heard that four new families have emerged recently, with close ties to the higher-ups. The Chen and Song families are involved in politics, while the Jiang and Liu families have begun meddling in military power.

The storm is about to come.

But Cheng Ruizhu doesn't care about these things.

She only carries out tasks in a small world, and she can stay out of anything as long as it does not involve her.

. . .

Yushihe Village, cowshed.

A thin old man wearing glasses and with his bare chest took off his belt and tied it shakily to the beam of the cowshed.

Tears welled up in his eyes and his lips trembled, but he put the already gray head on with a determined look.

The already tattered stool under my feet was wobbling.

Finally, with a "bang", he fell to the ground.

The old man's body was suspended in mid-air. The pain of suffocation made his eyes bulge slightly and his tongue stuck out unconsciously, but he did not struggle at all, as if he was quietly waiting for the arrival of death.

Sudden.

A gentle force supported his legs, then gently lifted the old man's entire body upwards.

The old man's body was freed from the ropes in an instant.

"Cough! Cough, cough!", "Cough cough cough~"

The old man lay on the ground, coughing violently for a long time before he was finally able to breathe in fresh air with a deep gulp.

Oh, it’s not new actually.

The air was faintly filled with the smell of cow dung and grass.

"Who?"

The old man asked in a hoarse voice:

"Who saved me? Why did you save me... Wuuuuuuu... Why did you save me?"

The old man didn't even raise his head in pain, like a wronged child, and finally couldn't help bursting into tears.

His wife was beaten to death by a group of young generals in Beijing, and his children disowned him. He himself was shaved into a yin-yang style, given a dunce cap, and pushed onto a platform to be humiliated. His former students rushed onto the platform, bitterly accusing him of crimes, and then beat and kicked him...

In the end, he was sent to this rural cowshed for labor reform.

He had dedicated his life to teaching and educating people. What had he done wrong? Now his wife and children were separated, why was he still living and suffering like this? He was better off dead.

"Old man, this place is great and the people are very kind. Just rest and recuperate. The night will eventually pass."

After a long time, a little girl's voice answered him.

The voice was clear and pleasant, yet carried an indescribable firmness, flowing into the old man's heart like a clear spring.

The old man raised his head and looked around blankly, but found no sign of anyone.

"really?"

"Little girl, who are you? What's your name?"

After finally mustering up the courage, he failed to die. After crying bitterly, the old man seemed to have given up the will to die, and regained some of his usual elegance. At this time, he began to inquire about the name of his benefactor.

The voice was silent for a second.

At this moment, there was a sudden rumble in the sky outside, followed by a loud thunder. Then, heavy rain poured down.

At this moment, the old man heard the little girl's confident and slightly immature voice:

"Please call me Comrade Lei Yu!"