Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Everyone was startled by Zhang Dabiao's sudden outburst.

"What's wrong, Da Biao?"

Zhang Dabiao ran inside to get his drawing board, pinned a sheet of white paper in half with thumbtacks, and brought out several black oil-based markers and an easel.

Oil-based markers cannot be produced domestically, but they are found in the tools used to power imported equipment. Although they are rare, they are not uncommon.

The fact that Zhang Dabiao could draw had already been accepted by everyone, so when a few special pens were made, people were only slightly surprised and didn't think too much about it.

This guy can even use rolled-up paper as drawing pens!

You can even use clay to draw!

So what if we have more tools?

Anyway, they don't know how many tools professional painters have, so they "think" it's normal, so as not to embarrass themselves by being thought to be ignorant.

The blasting of the mine was also there, so they weren't surprised at all, because their art teacher had even more miscellaneous tools, like a Parker 51 gold pen that cost over a hundred yuan!

Even an average teacher would own a Hero 100 gold pen, which would cost at least 10 yuan!

Students from wealthier families would buy Hero or Yong Sheng brand iridium pens, which cost 2-5 yuan each, while Zhang Dabiao's plastic pens, which were dirty, thick, and large, were obviously not very expensive.

Zhang Dabiao felt that his mind wasn't very sharp, perhaps because he had been impotent three times, so he didn't consider himself a particularly intelligent person. If things were unclear and troublesome, he would draw mind maps to clarify the relationships between events and characters.

Just as he was about to start writing and drawing, he turned back to Mu Wanqing and explained—

"Mu Wanqing, I'm not targeting you or anyone else with this. I just find it very strange and need to analyze it."

"But don't worry, I'll pay off your debts right away. Loan sharks are compounding their interest, and it's not going to work if we keep dragging it out."

"Da Biao, I can't..." Mu Wanqing's eyes reddened again—Why are you so good to me?

(Grandma, my future girlfriend's grandma, we almost became family, shouldn't I take care of her a little? Although Zhang Dabiao is still a bit uncertain, just for that name, why not lend a hand?)

"Just consider it a way to consolidate the creditor's rights. With only me as the creditor, your family will have less trouble, right?" Zhang Dabiao really didn't care about the few hundred yuan. He had no worries about food and drink, so money wasn't particularly useful to him for the time being.

Other people earn money to save their lives and make a living, but he can't open a shop or invest his money, so he can only sit there counting it for fun.

"Brother Da Biao, we're short on money. You bought the courtyard house and gave Uncle Zhang's family 600 yuan, so we only have 400 yuan left. We don't even have enough money to build your house." Qin Jingru pouted. She felt uncomfortable. Mu Wanqing isn't family, so why are you being so nice to her?

"Oh? It's okay. Money is worthless; you can always earn more."

"Da Biao, I still have some here. Should I lend it to Wan Qing first?" Zhang Da Biao was always "helping" Mu Wan Qing, which made He Yu Shui a little uncomfortable. So she wanted to take on this task herself. After all, Yu Shui was a little rich girl with more than 2000 yuan!

"...Rain..." Mu Wanqing didn't know what to say.

"Quiet down, everyone!"

"Money isn't a problem. If a problem can be solved with money, then it's not a problem!"

"The problem is I don't have money..." Yan Jiecheng complained helplessly. He really didn't have any money. If he did, he would have gone to get medical treatment or bought a workstation long ago.

"Hahahahaha—"

"Yan Jiecheng, stop causing trouble!"

"Mu Wanqing, don't worry, I'll take care of your family's debts, okay?"

"Okay, thank you, Da Biao." Mu Wanqing didn't insist any further.

"Okay, now that this issue is settled, let's move on to the next thing: my questions."

Just as Zhang Dabiao was about to pick up his pen to draw, a voice came from outside the courtyard: "Dabiao, what are you doing? There was a commotion in the front yard just now."

Looking back, I saw that it was the three Liu brothers, along with Xu Damao and Shazhu.

"Xu Damao and Sha Zhu, don't come in. They have big mouths and might cause trouble!"

"Guangqi, come over and give me some advice. Guangtian and Guangfu, keep watch at the door!"

Zhang Dabiao didn't give him any face at all and made the arrangements directly.

"Damn it, I can understand you blocking Sha Zhu from the outside, but why won't you let me in? Da Biao, you're going too far!" Xu Damao was the first to object. "My sister is inside, the three Yan brothers and Yan Jiedi are inside, why can't I go in?"

"Xu Damao, what do you mean? What do you mean by blocking me out? You understand?" Sha Zhu's face darkened. He was prepared for Zhang Dabiao to look down on him and was used to it, but why did you, Xu Damao, have the right to look down on him? You have quite a big mouth. Which thing in our yard didn't you spread to the factory?

"What's wrong? That's exactly what I meant!"

"That's not very interesting."

"Wait, what do you mean by that?"

"Of course it's just a token!"

"Holy crap, that's a bit much!"

"You little bastard, don't run away! I'll give you one more taste of your own medicine!"

The two started acting out Tom and Jerry again, and Zhang Dabiao shook his head helplessly.

They moved a few more tables over and pulled Liu Guangqi over.

Qin Jingru, Xu Xiaoling, and Yan Jiedi from Jiefang Mine went off to tend to the flowers and plants, while Zhang Dabiao, Liu Guangqi, Yan Jiecheng, He Yushui, and Mu Wanqing stayed together to study them.

Guangtian Guangfu is acting as a door god at the entrance of the courtyard.

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"First, we need to clarify one thing, Mu Wanqing. I understand that you're in a hurry to borrow money to buy medicine for your mother, and I also understand that black market medicine is expensive, but—"

"You're a high school student. Who did you borrow money from at exorbitant interest rates? Who told you who you borrowed from, how much you borrowed, and that the loan from two years ago has ballooned to over 500 this year? I don't care what the interest rate is, but haven't the debt collectors ever come to your door to cause trouble? At the very least, they should have taken your bicycle. That's a valuable item. Don't you find that strange?"

Zhang Dabiao wrote the character "沐" on the white paper on the drawing board and drew a circle around it. Then he extended four lines and drew four circles in each circle, with question marks inside. He marked the following questions: 1. Who did he borrow from? 2. How did he know the person was a loan shark? 3. Did they come to collect the debt? 4. Why didn't they take the bicycle away?

Then Zhang Dabiao continued drawing and saying, "Also, you're a high school student, why is it being reported to the school that your family owes money to loan sharks?"

"You wouldn't be stupid enough to tell everyone, so what's your classmate's name, Noragami or Ye Liangchen...?"

Ye Liangshen.

"Yes, how did he, Ye Liangshen, know that?"

Another circle appeared on the screen—a "leaf"—and was marked—

How did he know?

This is completely unreasonable!