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Chen Zhihao said in disbelief: "Mo'er, what good things can this broken bottle have?" Li Mo'er didn't say anything, just smiled and asked the stall owner: "Uncle, how much is this vase?" The stall owner opened his eyes dazedly, glanced at it and said: "Ten yuan, take it away." Li Mo'er was secretly happy, but pretended to be hesitant on the surface: "Uncle, it's too expensive, how about three yuan?" The stall owner waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, okay, take it away, take it away."

Li Moer paid and just as she took the vase in her hands, she felt a faint spiritual energy coming from it. She was even more certain that this vase was extraordinary. After the two left the stall, Li Moer couldn't wait to return to the space to study it, while Chen Zhihao was full of curiosity and kept asking questions along the way.

Upon returning home, Li Moer hurriedly pulled Chen Zhihao into the room. As soon as she entered, she placed the vase on the table and examined it carefully. Suddenly, the dust on the vase's surface fell away, revealing delicate patterns, and the vase itself radiated a gentle luster. Li Moer summoned her spiritual power and gently tapped the vase. With a "hum," the vase slowly cracked, revealing a small, colorful chicken-shaped cup. The cup's rooster, hen, and chicks were vividly depicted.

Chen Zhihao's eyes widened. "Boss, this can't be the legendary Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup, right?" Li Moer was also very surprised. After careful identification, she found that it was indeed it. You know, this Chicken Cup is a rare treasure.

After Chen Zhihao left, Li Moer put the Chicken Cup into her space. At ten o'clock in the evening, Li Moer, who had put on her makeup, appeared in the Shi family courtyard again.

The sound of crying once again reached Old Man Shi's room. Old Mrs. Shi trembled and said, "Let's sell this house at a lower price quickly. If we continue like this, I'm afraid neither of us will survive these three days."

Old Man Shi also nodded in agreement and said, "I will go to the street office tomorrow and lower the price to 10,000. I think someone will buy it."

Li Moer was busy in and out of the house for an hour before returning home.

The next day, Li Moer knocked on Uncle San's door early. Aunt Liu Zhaodi opened the door and saw that it was Li Moer. She said, "Moer, come in quickly. Why are you here so early?"

Li Moer recounted the fight between Mrs. Shi and Mrs. Li, then continued, "My mother said they were planning to cause trouble for us, so I told her to go to their house tonight and make trouble. They're planning to sell their house now, and the price is set at 10,000. It has a large courtyard with three entrances, which is bigger than mine. I was thinking that you go to the street office today and buy a house, and you pretend you don't know about this and buy this courtyard."

Uncle Li Zhihe and Aunt Li Zhihe looked at each other and smiled happily. Aunt Li Zhihe said, "Well, we'll go today and buy that big house. That way we'll have our own house in Beijing! Mo'er, thank you so much. Also, thank your mother for us."

At around eight o'clock, Old Man Shi, with dark circles under his eyes, appeared at the neighborhood office. He approached Yu Xiuqin and said, "Sister Yu, does anyone want to rent my house?"

Yu Xiuqin shook her head and said, "No one even asked." At this moment, she remembered that Li Moer had told her that there was someone selling a courtyard house, so she should keep an eye out for him. She also said that she would get a commission of 100 yuan for each house sold, so she must tell that girl as soon as possible.

Just when Yu Xiuqin was planning to send Old Man Shi away so that she could go and inform Li Moer, Li Zhihe and his wife arrived.

The two entered the large office and saw the disheveled appearance of Old Man Shi. They knew that this was the landlord that Mo'er had mentioned.