The life of a villain in a courtyard

Looking at Su Yun's smug expression, Yan Fugui's nose was almost crooked with anger. Well, he was tricked by this kid again. He should just consider himself unlucky. Three thousand yuan is not a loss at all.

That night, when everyone was asleep, a stealthy figure walked out of a room. It was none other than Yan Fugui.

A few days ago, he put his things in a box and hid it in an inconspicuous corner of the cellar, thus avoiding inspection.

He took the things out of the cellar and then went to the backyard, where Su Yun had been waiting for a long time.

"I got the stuff, where's the money?"

“Here’s the money.”

Yan Fugui stretched out his hand to take the money but Su Yun dodged it.

"What do you mean? I've already brought the things, you don't want to regret it, do you?"

Yan Fugui said with a grim expression.

"How could I regret it? There are just some things I need to make clear to you. If after you sell these things to me, some rumors spread that the things are with me! Then don't blame me for being rude."

Su Yun's warning made Yan Fugui give up his little thoughts.

"No, no, I'm the most tight-lipped person. Are you still worried about this?"

Yan Fugui took the money with a smile and went back to the house to sleep. Su Yun opened the box and counted them. There were fifty-seven books in total. They were all Yan Fugui's collection over the years. Most of them were books from the Ming and Qing dynasties, and six or seven were from the Republic of China. The three thousand yuan was not wasted, and he might even have made a profit.

The next day, Yan Fugui called a few children and asked them to call everyone over because he had something to say.

"I'm not going, you have to go yourself."

Yan Jiecheng looked impatient because his wife had gone back to her parents' home because of his father and had refused to come back until now. He had been alone in the empty room for several days.

"You have to go even if you don't want to. If you don't go, don't come back!"

Seeing that Yan Fugui was really angry, several people stopped talking, left the house one by one, and then notified every household.

Ten minutes later, everyone arrived. Seeing that everyone had arrived, Yan Fugui moved a pile of books out of the house.

"Second Uncle, what happened? Why did you specially call us here for a meeting of the whole hospital?"

"Yes, Uncle Er, what's in this box? It's not your antique, is it?"

Yan Fugui waved his hand to quiet everyone down.

"Something happened in my house recently. I'm sure everyone knows that. A few days ago, a group of people broke into my house and said that I had hidden contraband. I'm here to tell you responsibly that it's all nonsense! I don't have any antiques in my house.

Everyone knows that I, Yan Fugui, am a scholar. I can’t walk when I see books. These books are what I have accumulated over the years. I don’t know how they became antiques in other people’s eyes! We don’t have any antiques at home.

I wanted to pass these books down as heirlooms, but now it seems that they are not heirlooms at all, they are clearly the root of trouble! The root of trouble! As long as they are here, my family will never be at peace, so today I will burn them all in front of everyone!"

After saying that, he threw the torch into the box, and the books in the box were burned to ashes by the flames.

As soon as the fire was set, more than half of the unscrupulous people outside the yard disappeared in an instant, leaving only a few people still watching outside, who disappeared not long after. Yan Jiecheng also went to Yu Li's parents' home to bring them back.

Some people in the yard thought Yan Fugui was stupid. So many books must be worth some money. If they sold all the books to pay off the money, they could also get back some of their capital. But there were also people who supported Yan Fugui. After all, what treasure could be more precious than a harmonious family?

……

"Baba, is the ice cream delicious?"

Su Yun was passing by the supply and marketing cooperative with Chunxuan. When she saw the ice cream sold there, she suddenly couldn't walk. She put a finger in her mouth and looked up at him with her big watery eyes.

"It's not tasty, let's go."

"Babababa, let's not leave. Xuanxuan wants to eat ice cream!"

"But what should I do if mommy won't let Xuanxuan eat ice cream? If I'm caught, I'll get spanked."

Xuanxuan lowered her head to think about how to solve this problem, and raised it again after a while.

"Then we won't tell Mama."

"That means she's lying to her mom, but then Xuanxuan would be a bad kid, and bad kids can't eat ice cream!"

Seeing that her daughter was about to cry, Su Yun finally stopped teasing her, picked up the little girl and went into the supply and marketing cooperative, bought three ice creams, gave one to her, gave one to Chen Li and ate one himself.

At this moment, a few teenagers walked by. Su Yun looked closely and found that they were the kids around Zhong Yuemin, one was called Zheng Tong and the other was called Zheng Tong.

The two men walked aimlessly on the street with their heads down. Their fathers had both been arrested, and the young masters who were once high and mighty now only had a dozen yuan a month for living expenses.

In that era when the minimum living standard was five yuan, a dozen yuan was enough for them to have a full meal, but they were all high-ranking young masters, and Lao Mo was just a canteen to them, and the dozen yuan was spent in less than a week.

Just now I went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some ice cream but was ridiculed by the waiter because I had no money. When have they ever experienced such treatment?