Courtyard Houses: Starting as a Purchasing Agent

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"Marrying him would be pointless; eunuchs are useless!"

At this point, the custom is that annulment is acceptable, and the betrothal gifts must be returned, but returning the money for the gifts and clothes would be a bit unreasonable.

It's not about the law, it's just the rule in Beijing.

However!

Xiao Feng's father still pulled out 410 yuan from his pocket and threw it at Qin Huairu: "Here... take the money and get out of here, get far away from me!"

Qin Huairu pulled Jia Zhangshi away.

Madam Jia objected: "And what about the cost of the banquet? We paid for our own food. You have to compensate us, as well as the travel expenses for our trip here!"

puff……

Not to mention Xiaofeng's father, even Qin Huairu, who was standing next to him, was about to vomit blood from hearing this.

"You still have the nerve to mention the cost of the meal?"

Xiao Feng's father jumped up: "Who ate your stinky food? Our relatives all bought their own meals outside. Don't you have any self-awareness about whether anyone ate at your family's banquet?"

"Okay, okay, let's go!"

Qin Huairu was truly too ashamed to beg for money.

"Wait!" Xiao Feng called from behind, "Qin Huairu, slow down... I heard you have a bad reputation in your compound, you can't just leave like this!"

"Before you leave, give us a written agreement that clearly states we've already given you the money!"

"Don't come back and ask us for money again!"

"I know everything about your family!"

Qin Huairu had no choice but to go back with a dark face and write a note to Xiao Feng, stating that on a certain day of a certain month of a certain year, she received a total of 500 yuan from Xiao Feng's family to return the betrothal gifts and other expenses.

After everything was written down, Qin Huairu rode her bicycle away with her mother-in-law.

Chapter 251 Jia Zhangshi's Death, Everything Gone Wrong

The village where Qin Huairu's maternal home is located is called Qin Yuan.

Xiao Feng's home is located in a place called Huangcaiyuan. The two villages are not too far apart, about two miles apart.

Although Huangcaiyuan is a rural area, it is close to Beijing.

Therefore, it cannot be described as purely rural.

The people here are also very open-minded; they understand everything that city people do.

There are also street urchins in Huangcaiyuan.

And it's not just one.

There was a street urchin named Huang Chunjian in Huangcaiyuan who had long been eyeing Xiaofeng's family.

Knowing that Xiaofeng's family recently received 300 yuan in betrothal gifts, they were just waiting to receive more!

They had planned to sneak out for some fun tonight while Xiaofeng's dad wasn't looking, but Qin Huairu beat them to it.

And they even took five hundred dollars from me.

A woman in her fifties, and an elderly woman in her seventies or eighties.

They are even weaker than women and children.

He was carrying a huge sum of money?

Tut tut...

Huang Chunjian, who was secretly observing, had already made up his mind.

"Walk……"

Not long after Qin Huairu left, Huang Chunjian caught up with her two brothers.

Not only did they catch up, they also quickly surpassed Qin Huairu and the others.

Then find a quiet pond and pretend to be a mantis fish.

It was noon.

When no one is around in the low-lying fields, the sun shines brightly down, and suddenly a wave of heat washes over you.

Summer has arrived before we even realized it.

Qin Huairu, riding her bicycle, exclaimed, "It's so hot!"

Seeing a pond nearby, she stopped her bicycle and said, "Mom... I'm so hot, let's go wash our faces!"

"it is good!"

Jia and Zhang got out of the car and went to wash their faces in the pond.

By this time, Huang Chunjian was already in sight. He looked at the two men and a slight smile appeared on his lips: "Brothers, slowly make your way up. Remember, cover your faces. We're after money, don't hurt anyone!"

"Come on!"

The three people slowly climbed up the reverse slopes on the left and right.

At this moment, Qin Huairu and Jia Zhangshi were washing their faces.

After washing her face, Jia Zhangshi saw a watermelon patch across the pond and exclaimed happily, "Qin Huairu, look, there are watermelons over there!"

Qin Huairu said, "It's no use. It's not watermelon season yet. This melon isn't ripe!"

The watermelons won't ripen for another month.

But Jia Zhangshi retorted stubbornly, "That's not necessarily true. I've seen that Liu Aiguo's family has a constant supply of watermelons all year round. They might be spring watermelons, and they might be ripe soon!"

"Let's go pick one and see. If it's not ripe, we'll just leave it. There's no one around anyway!"

Qin Huairu looked around.

It stretched as far as the eye could see, and there wasn't a single person in sight for miles around.

"go!"

The two stood up and actually walked towards Huang Chunjian's direction.

When we got to the watermelon field, we didn't see the three people lying on the ground.

then!

Let's pick a watermelon!

Jia Zhangshi punched it open.

It's a pity it wasn't cooked through.

It contains white seeds and white pulp.

"It's not cooked yet!"

Jia Zhangshi looked regretful and even took a bite; it was both sour and astringent.

"We can't eat them!" Jia Zhangshi looked at the watermelons scattered on the ground with a regretful expression: It's such a pity that so many watermelons can't be eaten.

"These melons are damn bad!" he muttered as he left, "Damn it, they're still not ripe. What kind of melons are they growing?"

"Let's go!"

Just as Qin Huairu was about to pull her away.

Suddenly, three people appeared from behind.

"Don't go!"

"Stop!"

"Stop right there, you melon thief!"

Qin Huairu turned around and saw three masked men running towards her.

"Run!" Jia Zhangshi was so frightened that her soul almost left her body.

If you get caught stealing, and this isn't in a compound, this is in the countryside, you'll be beaten to death.

Unfortunately, she was too old and Qin Huairu couldn't run fast, so she was quickly caught by Huang Chunjian and his two companions.

"Good guy..."