Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

After Liu Yuhua returned to the house, Yan Fugui's face was very ugly. He looked at Yan Jiecheng with a gloomy face and said:

"Jiecheng, what's going on between you and Yuhua? Yuhua has been married into the family for so long, can't you talk to her properly and help her integrate into our family?"

Yan Jiecheng gave a bitter smile: "Dad, you know my situation. Now, apart from sleeping with Yuhua every day and being husband and wife in name only, we're just like ordinary friends. Yuhua and I don't talk much, and we manage our own money separately."

Yan Jiecheng was filled with hatred. Not only had he become a eunuch, but his wife also wouldn't listen to him. The key was that he didn't dare to do anything to Liu Yuhua. He didn't dare to hit or scold her. Not to mention Liu Yuhua's three pig-slaughtering brothers, Liu Yuhua alone could take on his whole family. How could he possibly control her?

The three women sighed and said, "Old Yan, let it go. Jie Cheng has become like this. It's already good enough that Yu Hua hasn't divorced Jie Cheng. Let's not have too high expectations for Yu Hua."

Yan Fugui's face was ashen, and he said in a deep voice, "But this can't go on. Look at us, sitting at the same table eating, we're eating sweet potatoes, and she's eating steamed buns and braised pork. How can we stand it? Are we still family? Is Yuhua still my Yan family's daughter-in-law?"

"Ruihua, look at Jiefang, Jiekuang, and Jiedi. Every time Yuhua eats white flour buns or meat, they just watch. How can they possibly eat sweet potatoes if this continues?"

Upon hearing this, the three women looked towards Yan Jiefang and his siblings.

Sure enough, Yan Jiefang and the others ate the sweet potatoes slowly, as if they were eating poison, even slower than chickens pecking at rice.

"Old Yan, if it really doesn't work out, I think we should just separate from Yuhua and live our own lives."

Yan Fugui waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "How can that be? Yuhua pays fifteen yuan a month for food, and we still make a few yuan profit. If we split up, won't we have nothing left?"

"Besides, we separated from Yuhua, but Jiecheng is still living with us. What kind of situation is this? People who don't know the situation would think we're bullying Yuhua!"

"Oh dear, this won't work, that won't work, what should we do?" the third aunt said anxiously.

Yan Fugui sighed and said helplessly, "How about this, from now on, when we have meals at home, let Yuhua eat in her room, out of sight, out of mind."

"Okay."

Yan Fugui now regrets letting Jie Cheng marry Liu Yuhua. He thought that Liu Yuhua had a high salary, her father was a level 7 worker, and her three older brothers all worked in the slaughterhouse, so his family could benefit from her. He never expected it to turn out like this.

Now, apart from being married to Jie Cheng in name only, Liu Yuhua treats their family like strangers. She's using their house as a hotel, coming back every day just to eat and sleep.

Not only did they not gain any benefit, but Liu Yuhua also ate white flour steamed buns and meat every few days, and she ate all of it by herself, making them so envious that they couldn't even eat sweet potatoes.

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late at night.

The Intermediate People's Court, the Wang family.

Wang Feng opened his eyes, gently removed Qin Jingru's long legs from his body, put on his clothes, and went to the living room.

Wang Feng took out a hood from his spatial storage and put it on, then took out oversized shoes and put them on as well. He opened the door and went out.

The moment Wang Feng opened the door, Qin Jingru woke up. Upon seeing that it was Wang Feng, she fell back into a deep sleep.

Wang Feng scanned the outside of the wall with his spiritual sense, but saw no one outside. He leaped over the wall, took out his bicycle, and headed towards Mao'er Hutong.

Liu Lan's family lived in Mao'er Hutong, which wasn't far from Nanluoguxiang. Considering that Liu Lan was a decent person, Wang Feng decided to help her out.

After dodging a patrol team of joint defense personnel on his bicycle, Wang Feng arrived at No. 68 Mao'er Hutong in five minutes.

No. 68 is a two-courtyard house with about ten households. Liu Lan's family lives in the front courtyard.

Wang Feng didn't even enter the courtyard. He used his spiritual sense to explore the yard and quickly found Liu Lan in the front yard.

Liu Lan is now asleep, but she is curled up, her whole body pressed against the wall, and there are still clear tear stains on her face.

Sleeping outside the bed was a thin young man, presumably Liu Lan's husband, Chen Jian. Between them slept a little girl of about four or five years old.

The little girl also had several bruises on her body, and two cigarette burn scars on her arms. The scars looked quite fresh, probably from just a couple of days ago.

Seeing this, Wang Feng shook his head speechlessly. This Chen Jian really is a beast, he really deserves to die.

How can someone torment their own daughter like this? Is this person even human?

Without further hesitation, Wang Feng enveloped Chen Jian with his spiritual sense and, with a thought, stored Chen Jian in his spatial storage.

To make Chen Jian's disappearance seem more realistic, Wang Feng put all of Chen Jian's clothes and shoes into his spatial storage.

Then, using his spiritual sense, Wang Feng gently opened the door to Liu Lan's house. After confirming that nothing was missing, he rode his bicycle to the Nanluoguxiang vegetable market.

Wang Feng didn't want to interrogate Chen Jian about what he had done. This kind of gambling addict would get drunk and act crazy, and beat his wife and children when he got home. Anyway, he had no assets and didn't know any secrets. Interrogating him would be a waste of time.

Wang Feng directly controlled a dagger and pierced Chen Jian's heart in the space warehouse.

He took out paper and pen, wrote an IOU for gambling debts in his mind, and then dumped Chen Jian's body in the Nanluoguxiang vegetable market, stuffing the IOU into Chen Jian's arms.

From this perspective, it appears that Chen Jian was murdered because he failed to repay his gambling debts.

The reason for dumping Chen Jian's body directly in Nanluoguxiang was so that someone would discover his body and report it to the police first thing tomorrow morning, and Liu Lan would quickly know that Chen Jian was dead, so that Liu Lan would not be afraid.

Chen Jian died unknowingly in his dream, without even having a chance to scream. This was considered a good outcome for him. Wang Feng didn't want to waste time on such a minor character; otherwise, he would have had to torture him thoroughly before he would have died.

The director of the grain bureau and his troublesome son, who were taken into Wang Feng's space a few days ago, were both tortured by him for a long time before he finally killed them.

Since he was already out, Wang Feng didn't want to waste any more time. On his way back to Courtyard No. 95, he used his spiritual sense to explore the abandoned courtyards along the way.

When he returned to courtyard number 95, he had also caught more than a dozen large yellow croakers and a small box of silver dollars.

The trip was short, only about half an hour, but we caught a dozen or so large yellow croakers, which was a decent harvest.

I climbed over the wall into courtyard number 95, returned to my room, and checked the time; it was only a little past 2 a.m.

Wang Feng took off his clothes, lifted the covers, hugged Qin Jingru's teddy bear, and fell into a deep sleep.