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

Zhang Dabiao nodded: "Okay, let me know if you need money. Also, tell Second Uncle to be careful."

"If we have it, we'll take it; if not, we won't force it. Let's take care of our branch first and get through this year first."

Maoshan Shigemori smiled and agreed.

Meanwhile, Zhang Dabiao asked Qin Mancang, "Mancang, how did that trip the day before yesterday go?"

Qin Mancang smoked a cigarette, a hint of gloom flashing in his eyes: "The grain was safely delivered back to the village, but we still encountered robbers on the way. As expected of Huang Daya."

"The clan chief broke both of his legs and then arrested everyone and sent them to the county police station without going through the commune."

"However, I heard that some people from the commune have already gone to the county police station. It's hard to say what the final outcome will be."

Qin Mancang didn't know how the commune would react to this matter, but he hoped that Huang Daya would be sentenced to death.

After all, that was 300 jin of grain, and it was a premeditated robbery.

This kind of person deserves to be killed to appease public anger!

But the clan chief's idea was to break the backbone of their villages, first cripple the people, and then send everyone directly to the county police station, bypassing the commune.

The police station couldn't settle this privately; it was a major case. The commune only found out later, and they couldn't smooth things over anymore.

If a village (brigade) has a group of robbers, that's a really big deal.

Not only should they be required to compensate for the lost grain, but they should also be sentenced to prison, and in serious cases, they should be executed.

This is what it means to kill someone by destroying their spirit.

Zhang Dabiao also shuddered. His master was truly ruthless.

Judging from the way police stations handle these kinds of cases these days—that Huang Daya is doomed!

They must make an example of him! Don't they know what year this is?!

If Huang Daya had been beaten to death on the spot by his master and the others, that would have been fine. But now, he'll probably be used as an example, paraded through the surrounding villages, and then dragged to the execution ground for target practice...

Zhang Dabiao thought about that scene...

Tsk tsk tsk, how can one word describe how miserable it is?

Huang Daya's family, relatives, friends, and the strong young men who joined the robbery, along with their families.

Zhang Dabiao didn't want to think about it anymore.

Master strikes like a snake at its vital point, relentlessly pursuing it until it's dead, not even giving it a chance to mediate.

How cruel!

Zhang Dabiao didn't pity anyone. He chose his own path, and if he did, he'd enjoy drinking and eating.

If you chose the wrong one, then just eat peanuts.

Anyway, he doesn't get involved in these things.

Today, Qin Mancang and Maoshan Maosheng were both there, so Zhang Dabiao took them to the teahouse in Lishuiqiao Village.

When they went out, Yan Bugui happened to be home on Sunday and asked everyone curiously.

"Da Biao, going out?"

"Why aren't you delivering grain today?"

Zhang Dabiao and his three companions looked at each other, especially Maoshan Maosheng, who always carried bags when he came and left carrying 100 jin of grain each, and those bags were always full.

Today, he only took a few empty sacks with him when he went out, which seemed a bit unusual to Yan Bugui.

Zhang Dabiao narrowed his eyes. Sure enough, he had been targeted by Yan Bugui, that cunning schemer.

What about the others?

So he pretended to be annoyed and said, "We're out of food!"

"All the grain stored in my yard has been looted!"

So he led the men outside, but Yan Bugui hesitated for a moment: "There's no more food. What will we eat from now on?"

"Go eat the northwest wind!"

"I didn't know to buy food? Silly..."

He almost cursed out loud, and even after everyone had walked away, Yan Bugui was still calculating—

"The planting area in his yard is... the yield is... plus the fishpond... and the average consumption of the youth mutual aid association..."

"Our grain reserves are probably running low..."

"Hey, why should I bother calculating? He has plenty of money, plenty of remittance certificates; he can just go and buy them!"

"Why should I concern myself with this?"

Yan Bugui shook his head and saw Yan Jiecheng carrying a hoe from the front yard, preparing to go to the small courtyard to plant crops.

"Jiefang, Jiefang, come here for a moment. Go to your mutual aid association's warehouse and borrow some grain. We're running out of cornmeal at home."

"Okay, then you have to give me the money first, and I'll bring it over in a bit."

"What? Aren't you a member of the mutual aid society? Can't you put it on credit?"

Yan Jiecheng was taken aback. Oh my, is this a plan to issue blank tickets?

"How novel! I am a member, that's true, but I still owe the club money. One thing is one thing, the other is another. If everything were on credit, the grain would have been gone long ago."

"Besides, if I bring it back on credit and you don't pay me, wouldn't I be losing money?"

"I've already separated from you, and I haven't shortchanged you a single penny of the money I owe you each month, including your retirement funds."

"You wouldn't possibly try to take advantage of my son, would you? Even brothers should keep clear accounts."

Yan Jiecheng was perfectly justified. "I wouldn't dare take advantage of the mutual aid association. What right do you have to order me to put up an account?"

"Alright, alright, you've grown wings and become so capable, huh? You can even bargain with your dad now, huh? It's just cornmeal—"

"At worst, we'll just eat the northwest wind today—all you can eat!"

Then, Yan Bugui angrily went back to the front house.

Yan Jiecheng scratched his head—[Does the northwest wind guarantee a full stomach?]

How could he possibly be full? Has my dad gone mad?

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The four of them arrived at a teahouse in Lishuiqiao Village. It looked old from the outside, but the interior structure was still very solid.

Qin Mancang and Maoshan Maosheng were puzzled.

But Zhang Dabiao explained that this is now his property, and he would arrange for grain to be transported here in the future.

You have no say in who will transport it or how it will be transported, and you shouldn't inquire about it.

Then you can transport grain from here to Qinjiatun and Zhangjiatun.

There's a bus stop a 5-minute walk from the door, with buses to Changping County and Shunyi County. There's also bus route 58 to Nanluoguxiang.

Although the location is a bit remote, there are buses to all three places, which makes it safe.

The three of them nodded.

Zhang Dabiao told the three of them to wait outside while he went into the backyard, found a room, and then teleported back to his "little nest" to rummage through the food supplies.

They carried out about four or five hundred pounds before letting the three of them in to start packing it into sacks.

Then the four of them went together to familiarize themselves with the route, and let the three of them hitch a ride home.

He specifically gave Qin Mancang instructions, giving him a key and telling him to come back and keep an eye on this place after delivering the grain.

Ideally, the village could arrange for a few people to come and guard the place. Someone has to watch over it because you have to go to the factory to deliver goods from time to time.

Qin Mancang nodded firmly: "Don't worry, Uncle Dabiao, as long as the house is there, we're safe..."

Zhang Dabiao slapped him across the mouth, saying, "You've been watching too many movies, haven't you?"

"What nonsense are you spouting?"

"Talent is the most important thing, understand?"

"If you encounter problems with your house or food, you can burn them down. People have to survive first. Only when people are alive can they have a future and hope. Do you understand?"

Zhang Dabiao was completely speechless. He was just treating it as a grain transfer station, so don't make such a crazy promise!

After Qin Mancang, whose "eyes were filled with determination, like a warrior's," got into the car, Zhang Dabiao sighed and returned to the teahouse.

After inspecting the area, they moved the materials for a small cabin to the open space in the backyard.

He also left a note asking Qin Mancang to bring the people of Qinjiatun to help build the house, so that he wouldn't have to go through so much trouble to run around in the future.

Then he locked the door, slipped back to his "little nest," and then returned to the courtyard house from the small wooden house.