Siheyuan: A master brewer starts with a jar of bone-strengthening wine!

Everyone on the street knows about it.

Chen Xueru made a special trip to the tavern: "Brother Liu Dong, are you going to buy a courtyard house?"

Liu Dong nodded: "Mm."

She asked, "Why did you suddenly think of this?"

He lowered his voice: "Aren't we getting married soon? It would be so reassuring to have our own little courtyard. We can't keep crammed into my big tenement all the time."

Chen Xueru thought for a moment and said, "Then you can stay at my house. My house also has a yard. It's just that... you'll have to live with my mom, my brother, and my sister-in-law."

"Forget it," Liu Dong grinned. "It's better to go back to my quiet old tenement."

Chen Xueru said, "There's nothing wrong with me living in a tenement with you, don't overthink it. But speaking of buying a house, I've inquired around and looked everywhere for the past year, but I haven't heard of any family willing to sell their ancestral home."

Liu Dong said softly, "No rush, let's wait."

He doesn't necessarily need to buy it now.

This was just paving the way, laying the groundwork for taking over Pian'erye's courtyard in the future.

Not only must it be bought, but it must be done legitimately, leaving no evidence and avoiding any repercussions.

Two days later!

A tavern!

Liu Dong slammed open a jar of newly brewed wine, picked up his cup, and shouted, "Everyone! Stop for a moment and listen to me!"

"I'm so happy today! I've bought a courtyard house! Let's have a drink!"

"Today, everyone here will receive two ounces of pure liquor, it's on me, all you can eat!"

The whole room erupted in chaos.

Old Niu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets: "Wow, you actually got your hands on one? Where is it from? Whose is it? How much did it cost?"

Not only him, but Fan Jinyou, Xu Hesheng, and Xu Huizhen all crowded around, their faces full of curiosity.

Liu Dong waved his hand: "I'm sorry, the seller told me not to tell anyone. I have to keep my word."

"I understand!" Old Niu laughed. "I get it. Who would dare to shout about something like this? Selling ancestral property, it's shameful, hahaha!"

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Pian'erye chimed in, "Oh right, sorry ancestors, I'd avoid it too!"

After saying that, he took another sip of wine.

Liu Dong cheerfully toasted everyone in turn.

Actually, he didn't buy any yards at all.

Because nobody's selling them.

He blew that tune all the way up, all for the sake of planning for the future.

First, Pian'erye definitely won't sell the house now.

Secondly, by the time his family was so poor they had to sell the courtyard, it would already be the 1960s.

What was the situation back then?

The purchase and sale of houses are centrally controlled nationwide; private buying and selling of houses is illegal!

Even if Liu Dong secretly bought it, as long as it's exposed, he'll immediately be arrested, the house will be confiscated, and he'll be criticized and denounced. There's no way he can escape.

But it's different now.

By spreading the word beforehand that "it has already been purchased," and having it in writing with witnesses, the contract can be easily pushed back later.

For example, a contract was signed and the transaction was completed in July 2054.

First, there is evidence.

Secondly, there are witnesses.

Who will be the witness?

These people in front of us are all witnesses—who doesn't know that Liu Dong bought the courtyard house a long time ago?

This was a scheme planned in advance.

Of course, it doesn't necessarily have to be his grandpa's yard. It can be done the same way for other people's yards.

……

It was getting dark, after dinner.

People, who had been in the heat all day, gradually emerged from their homes.

The men wore T-shirts or were shirtless, while the women fanned themselves with palm-leaf fans and gathered in twos and threes in the courtyard to cool off.

The night sky was clear and bright, the stars twinkled, and the evening breeze swept through the hall and courtyard, making people feel relaxed and comfortable.

"That's great!" Yan Bugui sighed, fanning himself. "This heat is unbearable. If we had a slice of watermelon, it would be heavenly." "Tsk..." Liu Haizhong scoffed. "You really dare to dream. Watermelons are incredibly precious these days. In this yard, besides Liu Dong, who has ever had a bite?"

"You've never eaten this before, have you?" he muttered to the deaf old woman, turning his head.

The deaf old woman squinted and nodded: "How could that be? I'm just an old woman, no children, no job, eating watermelon? That's the life of a god!"

Jia Zhangshi immediately perked up, deliberately raising her voice: "Oh, it's different! You're one of the oldest members of our compound, so when Liu Dong was eating watermelon, he should have left you a slice of red flesh, right?"

The deaf old woman chuckled and slammed her cane into the ground: "Leave him my foot! Forget about red flesh, he didn't even let me see the watermelon rind!"

Madam Jia immediately chimed in, "That boy is so heartless! He has no filial piety whatsoever!"

Yan Bugui slowly interjected, "They're rich, they can eat whatever they want, it's none of your business!"

Old Jia snorted, "So what if he's rich? He just sold five jars of wine to Director Lou and pocketed 60 million. At the rate he spends it, even mountains of gold and silver wouldn't be enough to fill that hole!"

"Old Jia, you're really out of the loop." Yan Bugui swallowed a mouthful of water, narrowed his eyes, and lowered his voice, "Liu Dong doesn't just rely on luck. He has 60 million in his pocket, and he's not afraid even if he spends it all—do you know who his girlfriend is? It's that pretty girl in the cheongsam the other day."

Everyone turned around in unison: "Who is it?"

"Chen Xueru!" Yan Bugui spat out three words, "The proprietress of the 'Xia Xueru' silk shop in Qianmen! Go take a stroll around Qianmen and ask around, which shop doesn't know the name of Boss Chen?"

"Once this connection is established, won't he be spending money like water from now on?"

"What?!"

"Liu Dong's girlfriend is actually a businesswoman?"

"Still the local bully from Qianmen?"

The whole backyard erupted in chaos!

What kind of fate does this kid have?

Xu Damao, Yan Jiecheng, Liu Guangqi, He Yuzhu, and Jia Dongxu, a few young men, stared wide-eyed, their saliva almost dripping onto their shoes: Liu Dong's luck was like a gold brick falling from the sky and hitting him on the head!

My wife not only looks like she stepped out of a painting, but she also has a mountain of gold in her pocket?

hiss--

Life is so good, even the wind tastes sweet!

Why don't I have this kind of blessing?

Especially Jia Dongxu.

He used to be quite proud of himself, thinking that Qin Huairu, whom he married, was the most beautiful woman in Beijing.

But ever since he met Chen Xueru that day, his heart skipped a beat: his wife... seemed to be just so-so.

"Tch!" he retorted with a defiant sneer. "Men who live off women are the most pathetic! I despise those spineless wimps!"

"Dongxu, something's not right about what you're saying!" Yan Bugui put down his palm-leaf fan, picked up his enamel mug, and took a swig of cold water. "Let me finish what I'm saying—"

"Chen Xueru is rich, but Liu Dong isn't someone to be trifled with either!"

"You guys don't know? He worked odd jobs at a small tavern near Qianmen, and now he's a partner! What's even more amazing is that he sells his own brewed wine at the tavern, selling a jar for ten million!"

"One jar sold in a single day! Let me tell you, in this whole city of Beijing, who among those who enjoy a good drink hasn't heard of Liu Dong?"

"ha?!"

"Ten million per jar?"

"One jar a day?"

Everyone gasped in shock, their teeth aching.