Courtyard House: Wudang Disciple Sweeps Through the Compound

He once suspected that Chen Wenqi had hired someone to do it.

But then he thought about it again and realized that it was impossible. That kid was just a middle school student; how could he have the ability to plan all of this?

Just as Yi Zhonghai was pondering to himself, several burly men strode into the courtyard and headed straight for the central courtyard.

"Is this Jia Dongxu's house?" one of the burly men stopped and asked.

"Jia Dongxu, get out here right now!" The burly man at the head of the group glared and shouted at the top of his lungs.

Seeing that these people had come with ill intentions, Yi Zhonghai quickly stepped forward and questioned them, "Who are you? What do you want in our courtyard?"

"Jia Dongxu has been refusing to pay back the money he owes. We've been looking for him for days, and today we must settle this score!"

Upon hearing this, Yi Zhonghai immediately understood that the creditors had come knocking on his door.

He cursed inwardly, thinking that Jia Dongxu, that bastard, must have gone to the casino to fool around again.

After thinking for a moment, he turned around and went home, greeting the older woman.

He then walked straight out of the courtyard, intending to avoid the limelight for the time being and return after the matter had calmed down.

He knew perfectly well that, given Jia Dongxu's consistent style of doing things, it wouldn't be long before the other party would come running to him in tears, begging for his help to pay off the debt.

He had no intention of being foolish enough to be the one who would pay money for nothing.

"Jia Dongxu, stop hiding! We're certain you're inside!"

Seeing that there was still no response from inside the house, the tall and burly men could no longer contain their anger. Without wasting any more words, they joined forces and slammed the door shut.

The sudden force of the door breaking down startled Jia Zhangshi and Qin Huairu inside the house, causing them to cry out in surprise and tremble involuntarily.

Jia Dongxu, who had been hiding in the corner of the inner room, had no choice but to come out with a helpless expression when he realized he could no longer hide.

"Who are you people? How dare you trespass and cause trouble in a private residence! Get out of here right now!"

Madam Jia, determined to protect her son, immediately put her hands on her hips, straightened her back, and sternly reprimanded the group.

"Jia Dongxu, you've borrowed over three hundred yuan from me. This IOU is right here in black and white; you must pay it back today!"

The burly man leading the group waved the IOU he was holding, his tone icy cold and devoid of any warmth.

When Jia Zhangshi heard that her son had incurred such a huge debt, she was so shocked that she was speechless for a long time.

She whirled around, her eyes fixed on Jia Dongxu, and demanded sharply, "Dongxu, what exactly happened?"

"Mom, they conspired to scam me out of money! They deliberately set a trap for me while we were playing cards; I was cheated!"

Jia Dongxu hurriedly defended himself, his face full of grievance, and his eyes still hiding a hint of resentment.

Upon hearing this, the burly man couldn't help but sneer, his tone full of mockery.

"Jia Dongxu, you're quite good at making excuses for yourself."

"You lost money gambling with Huang San and his gang. This has absolutely nothing to do with me and has nothing to do with me at all."

"Every penny I lent you was real, and this IOU is solid proof. You can't deny it even if you want to."

"Even if we take this to the police station, I'm in the right. You'd better be smart and hand over the money right now!"

"Help! Everyone come quick! Someone has broken into our house and is robbing us!"

Seeing that the other party was unyielding and refused to back down, Jia Zhangshi simply slumped to the ground and started crying loudly.

Her cries quickly alerted the neighbors in the courtyard, and they all gathered around, standing by to watch.

But everyone knew in their hearts that this was trouble caused by the Jia family themselves, and no one was willing to step forward and get involved.

"Old lady, it's only right to pay back debts. Don't throw a tantrum here!"

Seeing that a lot of people had gathered in the courtyard, the burly man became more cautious and dared not go too far.

He paused, then added with emphasis, "I'm giving you three days. If you can't repay this money within three days, your whole family won't leave this house peacefully!"

After uttering this stern warning, the burly men turned and left the courtyard without lingering.

Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhangshi, and Qin Huairu were so frightened that they collapsed to the ground, their bodies limp, and they couldn't recover for a long time.

"Mom, what should we do now?"

After recovering a little, Jia Dongxu looked at his mother with a panicked expression, his voice trembling.

"What else can we do? You still have the nerve to ask me?!"

Madam Jia glared at her son with exasperation, her voice filled with anger, "Who told you to sneak off to gamble? No wonder you come home so late every night!"

"Mom, what time is it? Stop saying such useless things!"

Jia Dongxu was so anxious that cold sweat beaded on his forehead. "Those people are ruthless. If we really can't pay back the money, who knows what they might do!"

"What other choice is there...? Oh, right!"

Suddenly, Jia Zhangshi's eyes lit up, as if she had thought of a brilliant plan. "Go find Old Yi! Let Old Yi help us pay back this money!"

Madam Jia actually had a lot of private money hidden away, which she had saved for her retirement and coffin, and she refused to touch it no matter what.

That old man Yi Zhonghai has always been planning to have her son take care of him in his old age and see him off in his final days, so he should take on this debt for his son first.

"I'll go find my master right now!"

As if grasping at the last straw, Jia Dongxu immediately scrambled to his feet and hurriedly ran out the door.

But when he arrived at Yi Zhonghai's house, panting, he found it empty; there wasn't a soul in the house.

He asked an older woman and learned that Yi Zhonghai had gone out to run errands and it was uncertain when he would be back.

The old woman already harbored extreme disgust for the Jia family, and the commotion that had just occurred in the central courtyard had already spread throughout the entire courtyard.

What good could Jia Dongxu possibly want when he comes knocking at this time? He's just here to borrow money.

She simply couldn't understand why her husband had become so obsessed with getting entangled with the Jia family.

She was obsessed with getting Jia Dongxu to support her in her old age.

Chen Wenqi naturally heard about the trouble the Jia family was in very short time.

But in his view, none of this had anything to do with him.

He even felt that the Jia family's hard times might have only just begun.

This year's grain harvest has already shown signs of decline, and next year's harvest will likely be even worse.

In 1958, a large-scale natural disaster will break out, and with the influence of the Great Leap Forward, it is unknown how many people will lose their lives due to famine.

Chen Wenqi's stockpiled food in the secret realm is now piled up like a mountain, and every single one of them is of the highest quality.

However, he had no intention of giving away food to others, because the risk of doing so was too great. He could not expose the secret of possessing the secret realm for the sake of these unrelated people.

Although providing food relief to disaster victims might accumulate some merit points, he would never take the risk lightly without absolute certainty.

At this moment, Chen Wenqi was in the Xuanwu Secret Realm, quietly reading the book in his hands.

The three tiger cubs raised in the secret realm have grown quite a bit, now about the size of a wolfhound.

They were very affectionate towards Chen Wenqi. Every time he entered the secret realm, the three little guys would immediately surround him, acting cute and rolling around to please him.

Chen Wenqi had already read through all the medical books and martial arts manuals on the second floor of the library.

Of course, to fully digest and absorb the knowledge in these books and transform it into one's own skills, one still needs a long period of practice and accumulation.

He has also broken through to the fourth level of the "Supreme Yang Limitless Skill" he has cultivated, which can be considered a small achievement.

Now he felt warm inside, as if he had a small stove inside him, and even in the dead of winter when water was freezing, he did not feel cold at all wearing only a thin shirt.

In addition, he also extensively studied various miscellaneous books in the secret realm, and with this knowledge, he made many novel gadgets.

For example, a while ago, he got some silkworms and raised them in the special environment of the secret realm.

These silkworms have now multiplied to a large extent, yielding him a large harvest of high-quality silk.

Following ancient methods, Chen Wenqi wove these silkworm threads into a considerable number of silk fabrics.

These fabrics are of superior quality and style, even better than the fabrics sold in Chen Xueru's shop.

A large cotton field is also planted in the secret realm, and it is currently enjoying a bumper harvest.

He used the cotton to make many quilts, cotton clothes and cotton shoes.

The new clothes and shoes worn by Chen Wenqi's elderly mother, younger brother, and younger sister were actually made by Chen Wenqi using materials produced in the secret realm.

Even the silk quilts and cotton quilts used as bedding in the house were carefully made by Chen Wenqi using the special functions of the secret realm.

These beddings don't look thick, but they are exceptionally warm.

After dinner, a clear, crisp sound of a gong suddenly rang out in the courtyard.

Upon hearing that familiar sound, Chen Wenqi knew that another hospital-wide meeting was about to be held.

Seeing that there was nothing else to do at home, he took his parents and younger siblings, each carrying a chair, and slowly made his way to the middle courtyard, intending to join in the fun.

Neighbors gradually emerged from their homes, gathering in twos and threes to discuss what the general meeting would discuss.

Three elderly men, led by Yi Zhonghai, were sitting at an octagonal table.

Each of the three men had an enamel mug in front of him, and their serious expressions gave them the air of leaders.

Yi Zhonghai had been recuperating at home for more than three months, but now, sitting in front of everyone, he felt as if he had reached the pinnacle of life again.

Now that he has recovered from his injury and returned to the court, he naturally wants to take this opportunity to rebuild his prestige in the courtyard.