Silly Zhu's Moving: The Old Neighbor's Nightmare

Back in his room, Shazhu closed the door and bolted it. He went to the kitchen and slipped into his spatial dimension.

Within the space, there was no accelerated usage time. Everything grew naturally.

Corn and sorghum are already more than half a person tall, while wheat, soybeans, and rice, due to their long production cycles, are estimated to take another two months or so to reach maturity.

It's harvest season for Chinese cabbage and garlic too. Leave some cabbages to flower and produce seeds.

They used their minds to harvest large swathes of cabbage and garlic, then transferred them to designated vegetable areas in the warehouse.

We harvest the chives, then the lettuce, bok choy, spinach... We can't finish them all, we simply can't.

I casually picked a small cucumber, didn't even wash it, and took a bite. It was crunchy, slightly sweet, and refreshing.

The tomatoes are about the size of ripe potatoes, but still a bit green.

I estimate that in another two weeks, it will be ready to be eaten as fruit.

I looked at the various fruit seedlings planted by the lake and wanted to eat some fruit.

Without using time acceleration, it would take several years. Let's just let it grow slowly for now; we don't lack food.

Sha Zhu gave himself a flimsy excuse. He argued that, in non-urgent situations, one shouldn't always go against the plant's growth cycle.

The chicks, ducklings, and goslings in the distance are all two months old. In another month or two, they'll probably be able to eat chicken, duck, and goose eggs whenever they want.

In the distance, the old ox, the dairy cow, and the old donkey are pregnant again. The piglets and lambs are growing up slowly.

The warehouse is piled high with wooden barrels of milk. We could drink it all every day and still not finish it.

Bowls of cooked rice, braised pork, twice-cooked pork, braised beef, and boiled beef were piled on the wooden planks of the warehouse.

Basket after basket of homemade large meat-filled buns, including beef, pork, and lamb.

The several baskets of steamed white flour buns piled up next to me were completely unappetizing. The various meat-filled dumplings, already wrapped, hadn't been cooked yet.

The whole roasted lamb in the earthenware pot had been eaten, but the lamb hadn't been touched after only two legs. A roasted suckling pig was ready, but the roaster had only taken one bite and hadn't had a chance to eat it yet.

Sha Zhu practiced a set of boxing techniques in the space, ate three large meat buns, and then swam around in the lake. He then flashed out of the space.

I scanned my own home and found a small cloth bag tucked inside a brick wall in a corner.

There was more than 2,000 yuan inside, and at the top of the roof beam were three large yellow croakers and two small yellow croakers.

There were no more valuables inside the house. Sha Zhu extended his thoughts outwards, encompassing the houses of the Jia and Yi families.

His thoughts continued to extend outwards, enveloping the entire front yard, middle yard, and back yard in his mind.

My thoughts have now extended to a distance of 50 meters, with a diameter of 100 meters centered on myself.

If you stand at the main gate of No. 95 courtyard, the view can directly encompass the front and middle courtyards. It must be thanks to the magic water I drank to relieve fatigue last time.

Sha Zhu used his mind to carefully examine the situation in the yard. First, he checked on the old lady.

The novel mentions that the old lady was a concubine of a former dynasty official, and that her son was a spy who escaped.

No matter which one, they're all rich. As long as something happens to Sha Zhu or Yi Zhonghai...

It was all done by deaf old ladies who used their gold jewelry and gold ingots to bribe officials and find connections.

Wow, the novel was right, they really are rich. There were four large wooden chests under the bed, two meters below the ground, filled with glittering gold.

But if the old lady wants to take it out, she'll have to dig a hole, right? She's over 60 years old, is that convenient?

Opposite the bed was a wooden table with an incense burner on it, and a hidden compartment beneath the table.

Inside were a dozen or so small yellow croakers. Upon closer inspection, the table and incense burner were also quite exquisite.

There are two wooden cabinets stacked together next to the table.

In the upper cabinet, a piece of clothing contained more than 700 yuan, while in the lower cabinet were some useless gold yuan notes.

There are a few vases on the cabinet. I don't know much about them, whether they are antiques, or whether they are worth a few steamed buns.

When I have time, I'll buy a couple of books, learn a bit, and treat it as a hobby. We're not short of food, after all.

There was a handkerchief under the pillow on the bed, with about twenty yuan wrapped inside, probably from his usual spending.

The old lady had just finished eating and was lying in bed taking a nap.

Liu Haizhong's family didn't have any valuable treasures, except for a little over a thousand yuan in the wardrobe.

Liu Haizhong's wife was holding the tiny Liu Guangfu during his afternoon nap.

There was no one at Xu Damao's house. There was a loose brick under the bed.

There was a small box below containing a dozen or so large and small yellow croakers, and seven or eight hundred yuan in cash in the wardrobe.

Xu Damao's father used to drive for Lou Bancheng; now he shows movies at the Lou family's cinema.

His mother is still working as a maid in the Lou family. The couple is quite good at saving money.

The other households in the backyard seemed to be doing quite normally. Each household had around two or three hundred yuan, or even one or two hundred. Those with money could afford to do whatever they wanted.

His thoughts shifted to the Intermediate People's Court, to Yi Zhonghai's home, where more than thirty large and small yellow croakers were placed in three different locations.

Inside the walls, on the roof beams, underground—a cunning rabbit has three burrows!

There was more than two thousand yuan under the bed. There were also a few dozen yuan of pocket money in the drawer.

It was only October 51, and the Korean War was still raging.

It was not until the end of July 1953 that it was successfully concluded.

Soviet support for China's industrial development had to wait until after the victory in the Korean War.

At best, Yi Zhonghai is just one of the few workers in the factory who knows a little about technology.

The eight-grade wage system was only implemented in Northeast China in 1950, and it was not until 1956 that it was formally established and implemented in Beijing.

Yi Zhonghai is currently at most a mid-level fitter in the factory, earning only forty or fifty yuan a month.

Even at a high rate, it's seven or eight hundred a year. How did your family manage to save that much money?

It seems these old folks in the courtyard are all using their unique talents and abilities.

Our attention shifted to the Jia family home. Old Jia's photo hung on the wall, behind which was an iron box.

There were seven or eight hundred yuan inside, along with several gold rings and necklaces. There were four or five yuan under the pillow.

The family of four next door only had 100 yuan in savings.

It's true that the more trouble you cause, the more money you save. Aren't you afraid of ruining yourself and your family?

This old fat pig has eaten dinner. He doesn't even bother to clean up the pots, pans, and chopsticks; he just throws them on the table and ignores them, then lies down on the bed and relaxes.

That old fat pig really knows how to live. Not content with hooking up with Yi Zhonghai himself, he's also going out of his way to mess around with other people's homes.

Just wait, good days are not far away. A plan slowly takes shape in my mind. I'll let you enjoy a few more good days.

When your son gets married, I'll definitely make sure to arrange it for you.

Sha Zhu's thoughts shifted to the front yard, where several families had moved in later. Although their homes couldn't compare to those of the original residents, they were still quite well-off.

But compared to people outside, it's not bad; they all have several hundred in savings.

The Yan family, Old Man Yan's wife is pregnant again.

He vomited right in front of me. This must be the third brother, Jie Kuang. Yan Lao Kou hasn't been willing to release the seed of the fourth brother, Jie Di.

When Old Yan's family was classified as small business owners, how come they only had five or six hundred yuan in money?

He can't compare to Lao Yi, Lao Liu, or Lao Xu in the compound, and he's even inferior to Lao He.

After a careful examination, there were quite a few antique books and paintings, but not a single one in gold.

It seems that self-proclaimed intellectuals are just cowards. They say a scholar's rebellion will never succeed in three years.

I don't think Yan Laokou could get his hands on any valuables, even if he had the guts. All he could do was collect useless paintings and calligraphy.

Wait, that's not right. I almost overlooked it. There are a few Yuan Shikai silver dollars among the calligraphy copybooks.

After checking out the general situation in the compound, I found that everyone there was troublesome, selfish, and profit-driven.

You like it, and everyone likes it. But you shouldn't be causing so much trouble.

Now that the proletariat is in power, we should be upright and steady in our conduct, and strive to contribute to the motherland.

But while you shout your slogans loudly, you take a lot of steps backward.

This is wrong; don't you like to save this money?

Wait a minute, buddy, I've already donated for you guys. The fighting is still going on the front lines. It's also a contribution to your country.

You don't need to thank me; this is already a good deed. Although the government doesn't mandate donations.

But what's the use of keeping this money with you? Stop messing around. You'll probably calm down when you run out of money. Hopefully, you won't bother the doctors and nurses at the hospital then.

If those old guys knew what Sha Zhu was thinking, they'd be spitting blood.