An extraordinary life journey through old Beijing courtyard houses

Chapter 196 Be a precious treasure (Mission completed, please vote, hehe)

He shrugged, his face a mixture of honesty and helplessness, and said, "I have no money!"

"Everyone should go and listen to Iron-Mouthed Liu, the drummer in Xitao Hutong."

"Whether I used a monthly interest rate of 3% a year ago or not, I didn't care if I raised 250 silver dollars."

"They haven't paid back a single penny yet!"

oh----

People looked like they suddenly understood—"I knew it! It hasn't been that long."

No matter how capable this kid is, he could never have become so wealthy that he could buy so many houses. It turns out he borrowed them all.

Tsk tsk, they've got some nerve!

After a long pause, Aunt Jiang said, "Then give me one of the houses you have!"

Jiang Baobin gave a mocking smile: "I must say, you're really something else."

"You dare to say things without even asking around? Where did I conjure up two houses from?"

Aunt Jiang's eyes widened, and she snapped, "Are you trying to fool a child?"

"If it's not your house, how can Daya live in it?"

Jiang Baobin gave him a wry smile: "Hey, what are you thinking?"

"Can I afford such a big detached house? That belongs to my friend."

"Something happened in the other courtyard, so Da Ya'er is afraid to come back to live here."

"She works for my friend, that's why she's allowed to stay temporarily."

"If you don't believe me, go ask who owns the house. Ask Da Ya or my friends."

"I'm thinking of putting up a partition in the current house when I have some free time, and then Daya will be coming over."

Jiang Ma was dumbfounded. It turned out that after all her thirteen tricks, she had gained nothing but embarrassment.

"Hahaha—" someone else started laughing.

Then came a burst of laughter.

Jiang Baobin glanced at He Yuzhu, thinking, "This kid's got potential. I'll teach him some real skills later."

Jiang Ma's face turned pale and then green, and her hand trembled as she pointed at Jiang Baobin.

This is something that really angered me to a certain extent.

He rolled his eyes.

She was a person with a short temper to begin with, and in a fit of anger, she fainted.

Those who had been making fun of him immediately crowded around to see what was going on.

The main concern is whether the person is dead or not.

Madam Jia exclaimed loudly, "He's still breathing! Quickly pinch his philtrum!"

Jiang Baobin pursed his lips, went inside, and brought out a ladle of cold water.

He didn't splash it directly on Jiang Ma's face; that would have gone too far.

Jia Zhangshi glanced at the water ladle that Jiang Baobin handed over, understood what was going on, took it, and opened her blood-red mouth wide!

puff----

Well-

It worked instantly!

However, good heavens, Jiang Baobin must have a very sensitive nose to have detected that Jia Zhangshi hadn't brushed her teeth for at least a week.

Jia Zhangshi: Bah! I've never used that thing, I've always poked it with a twig.

Seeing that everyone was alright, Jiang Baobin withdrew.

Reaching the front door, she smiled and asked, "You heard everything?"

Before, people were so busy watching the excitement that no one noticed the new bride sitting on the threshold, resting her chin on her hand.

Qin Huairu sniffed and said in a deep voice, "Binzi, I never imagined you had such a hard life in the past."

"Hey, have you heard that famous saying? Hardship is a kind of wealth; it can make you stronger!"

Qin Huairu's face lit up with excitement: "Binzi, that's a great point! Who said that?"

"Me, haha!"

Jiang Baobin asked with concern, "Are you feeling better?"

He reached out to support her arm.

Qin Huairu trembled, quickly pushed him away, and hurriedly looked back to see if anyone had seen her.

There was no one left; some were carrying Jiang Ma, while others had gone to watch the commotion.

"Is she alright?"

"I didn't get any advantage, and I'm angry. There are always shameless people in this world."

"People who feel cheated if they can't get a good deal should be avoided at all costs."

"Otherwise, they'll cling to you and suck every last drop of your blood!"

"Did you remember?"

Qin Huairu obediently agreed, "Okay, I'll remember."

Jiang Baobin suddenly realized that he had gone to great lengths.

When it comes to being good at sucking blood, Qin Huairu considers herself second to none; no one in this courtyard dares to claim to be number one.

If I train her a little and then let her deal with Aunt Jiang, wouldn't I not have to get involved myself?

After all, it's quite damaging to a son's character to constantly argue with his mother.

It doesn't matter how many daughters-in-law there are; mothers-in-law and daughters-in-law have always been natural enemies.

Thinking this, he was overjoyed and hurriedly went to help his wife.

Since there was no one else around, Qin Huairu let him be.

"You should lie down for a while."

Where are you going?

"I'll stew the duck for you to nourish yourself."

"Oh dear, why are we eating meat when it's not a holiday? I haven't even finished digesting what I ate yesterday."

"Nonsense, today is our first day of marriage, of course we should eat meat to celebrate such an important day."

"Pfft—" Qin Huairu smiled as she listened to his serious nonsense.

Jiang Baobin was chopping meat loudly in the outer room.

Qin Huairu then slowly walked out again, leaning against the door frame and looking at him.

It must be admitted that, perhaps due to his martial arts training, Jiang Baobin's movements are clean, crisp, and very aesthetically pleasing.

After splitting the last duck head in half, Jiang Baobin turned around and asked, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?"

"Pfft—" Qin Huairu couldn't help but laugh again, then frowned.

"What's wrong?"

"Stop teasing me, my stomach hurts."

Jiang Baobin immediately made a lewd expression.

The girl blushed deeply.

This time, it was Jiang Baobin's turn to laugh.

After a while, Qin Huairu finally asked the question she had been holding back: "Binzi, does our family really owe 250 silver dollars?"

When Qin Huairu first heard the number, she almost fainted like Jiang Ma.

This sum of money was an astronomical figure for her.

If they hadn't "sold" themselves, their family's wealth would never have exceeded 10 silver dollars.

As Jiang Baobin scooped out the blanched duck pieces, he said, "I was just lying to them, otherwise I would have been in real trouble."

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"You wouldn't want us to give up a house for nothing, would you?"

Qin Huairu's eyes widened instantly: "You're saying that not only do we not owe any money, but we also own a house?"

Jiang Baobin just smiled and didn't say anything more.

Qin Huairu is being very obedient now; if Jiang Baobin doesn't say anything, she refrains from asking.

However, the girl was shrewd and planned to ask again at a more appropriate time.

After the duck was stewed, Jiang Baobin began to learn: "Kangsahamida (thank you)"; "Your salt, my vinegar (our great motherland)".

Qin Huairu lay sprawled on the bed, staring wide-eyed with curiosity for a long time.

It wasn't until Jiang Baobin returned from checking on the pots that he asked, "Binzi, what are you studying?"

"This is Korean."

"Oh, why are you learning that?"

"I'm useful, just know that, don't tell anyone else."

"Um."

"Huai Ru".

"what?"

"Calamar, Huairu camar."

Qin Huairu was completely bewildered.

Do you know what that means?

Qin Huairu shook her head.

"Huai Ru cha lang" means "Huai Ru, I love you".

0（（⊙⊙））0，Qin Zhunru had never experienced anything like this before, and was immediately hit with a critical strike of 10,000 points.

"Hahaha!" Jiang Baobin laughed triumphantly.

After a while of joking around, Jiang Baobin started causing trouble again.

"Zhunru, let me sing you a song."

"Mmm-hmm." The girl nodded repeatedly.

Jiang Baobin cleared his throat and began to sing: "Me and My Motherland".

"We can never be separated, wherever I go, a hymn flows forth—"

This song, "Me and My Motherland," is sung by almost everyone who has gone to school.

That's right, Jiang Baobin is determined to become a musician.

Bah! It's plagiarism, copying other people's songs.

Okay, since everyone's calling him a plagiarist, then let's just make another novel.

Why did he suddenly go crazy, writing songs and books all at once?

Isn't this because the system forced us to do this?

Good heavens! That was a scene second only to World War II! Hundreds of thousands of soldiers perished because of it.

Jiang Baobin certainly doesn't want to be one of them.

By then, he will be fluent in several foreign languages, knowledgeable in photography, able to write songs, and also able to write books.

With all these accolades combined, surely it will be treated as a precious treasure?

At the very least, it wouldn't be infantry charging ahead, would it?

Everything Jiang Baobin is doing now is in order to return alive from South Korea.

Even though he was called a coward, he still accepted it: "I just want to survive, is that wrong?"

Is it wrong for him to want to keep his body so he can make a greater contribution in the future?

After singing "My Motherland and I," especially after hearing that the song was written by her own husband.

Qin Huairu's eyes weren't just sparkling; she was utterly astonished.

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