Courtyard House: A Carefree Life Begins with a Lottery of Wish Power

While Lin Zhuo was eating, the message notification sound kept going off.

After we finished eating, we realized we had a bumper harvest.

"+10 from Jia Dongxu's wish power."

"+15 from Jia Zhang's wish power".

"+10 from Qin Huairu's wish power".

"+5 from Yi Zhonghai's wish power".

"+20 from Qin Huairu's wish power".

"+5 from Auntie Er's wish power."

"+5 from Liu Hai's wishes."

"+5 from Liu Guangfu's wish power."

"+5 from Liu Guangtian's wish power."

……

The neighbors in this courtyard house are always bringing me pleasant surprises.

I didn't even see them when I got home from get off work, and they've already contributed so much of their good wishes to me.

To Lin Zhuo's surprise, Qin Huairu harbored such deep resentment towards him.

It has already surpassed Jia Dongxu and Jia Zhangshi.

Since arriving at the courtyard house, he and Qin Huairu had barely had any direct contact, so why did she have such a big opinion about him?

Is this still the shrewd and charming Qin Huairu from the courtyard house?

Lin Zhuo tidied up briefly, then took out a novel from his spatial storage and started reading.

In this day and age, entertainment is so scarce.

Besides reading books and newspapers, they listen to the radio. The Lin family hasn't bought a radio yet, so Lin Zhuo's family can only pass the time by reading novels.

After sitting in the chair for a while, Lin Zhuo began to feel somewhat uncomfortable.

This old house was originally lived in by my father most of the time, so the furniture was rather simple.

Everything else is fine, but the chair is really not very comfortable.

The chair was made of solid wood and was indeed sturdy, but for Lin Zhuo, who was used to lounging like Ge You, it was really uncomfortable to sit on.

The next day happened to be the weekend, so I decided to go to the ghost market to buy some materials and make a more comfortable chair myself.

There are several ghost markets in the capital, with a long history, which gradually formed spontaneously from the previous dynasty.

Initially, it was small vendors who got up early and set up stalls to trade before the city gates opened.

It gradually developed into a fairly large free market.

They sell a wide variety of items, mainly secondhand goods and used items.

There were old items that the family no longer used, as well as stolen goods of dubious origin.

Some spendthrift sons steal antiques from their families, while others sell off valuables from impoverished wealthy households.

Over time, many dealers emerged who specialized in buying and selling, and even more swindlers who used counterfeit goods to deceive people.

Ghost markets are often rife with rumors of people making a fortune by finding bargains, but there are also many stories of people being fooled and cheated.

Whether you find a bargain or get scammed depends entirely on your own judgment and experience.

The ghost market starts at dawn and disperses before daybreak.

Lin Zhuo got up early at 3 a.m. and arrived at the Ghost Market at 3:30 a.m., where it was already packed with people.

Like everyone else, Lin Zhuo covered himself up completely, only revealing his eyes.

After all, many transactions here are shady.

In this era of material shortages, a large number of demands could not be met.

People had no choice but to go to the ghost market to exchange goods and services.

For example, some urban families with many members but few food coupons would come to the ghost market to buy some extra food coupons from others.

Rural people only had food rations, not food coupons, so they could exchange their own grain, homegrown eggs, or local specialties for food coupons.

Other types of coupons, such as cloth coupons, meat coupons, and bicycle coupons, were also readily available.

There were also many vendors selling secondhand items, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings, which dazzled Lin Zhuo.

To make chairs, you need to buy wood, and wood requires wood ration coupons.

After making inquiries, Lin Zhuo finally managed to buy a few timber coupons.

Then they began to wander around the ghost market.

Suddenly, something on a stall caught Lin Zhuo's attention.

The stall owner had a huge pile of large springs in front of him, but no one was buying them.

Come to think of it, these springs are usually used in factories; ordinary households wouldn't need them.

Lin Zhuo stopped and squatted down in front of the stall.

The stall owner perked up as soon as he saw someone coming.

"Brother, this is a top-quality spring. Look at the steel, the quality."

As he spoke, the stall owner picked up a spring and pressed it; it was very elastic.

Lin Zhuo also picked up the spring casually and saw that it must have been quite old.

It was at least not recently produced.

Moreover, most of the springs were connected together, and Lin Zhuo found them familiar, which sparked a thought in his mind.

The old rule at the ghost market is that you don't ask where things come from when you buy them.

Small things are fine, but such an eye-catching spring could be a bit troublesome if it was stolen from some factory.

Lin Zhuo shone the flashlight on the springs and examined them carefully. Some of the springs still had loose threads hanging from them, and he had a general idea of ​​what they were like.

Lin Zhuo asked in a low voice:

How much?

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, then held up five fingers.

"Five dollars? This guy really dares to ask for that much," Lin Zhuo thought to himself.

These spring recycling stations sell scrap for a little over a dollar at most.

The key point is that this thing is not commonly used by ordinary people.

Lin Zhuo made a "two" gesture to the stall owner.

The stall owner shook his head repeatedly, then held up three fingers and said:

"Brother, this is the lowest price."

Lin Zhuo didn't waste any time and directly took out his money.

The stall owner packed all the springs into a large sack, handed it to Lin Zhuo, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Lin Zhuo picked up the spring, walked to a place where no one was paying attention, and put the item into his spatial storage.

I originally just wanted to make a chair, but I never expected to come across such a batch of springs, so I can make a sofa myself.

Sofas were still a rarity in those days. Most families were lucky to have a few chairs, and sofas were probably only seen in newspapers.

Lin Zhuo bought a set of woodworking tools, as well as fabric coupons, hemp rope, and other materials needed to make a sofa. Then he started to wander around, looking for anything he needed.

Lin Zhuo usually eats in the canteen. Although meal tickets are exchanged for grain coupons, the factory provides subsidies, so Lin Zhuo has more than enough grain coupons.

The food in the cafeteria is enough to fill you up, but it's very low in oil and fat.

Meat at the grocery store wasn't expensive, only 8 cents a pound, but you had to buy it with ration coupons.

Lin Zhuo only had 8 taels of meat coupons a month, which was only enough for one or two meals.

Lin Zhuo wasn't short of money, so he spent 10 yuan to buy 10 jin of meat coupons.

As dawn broke, the crowds at the ghost market gradually dispersed.

The breakfast stalls next to the ghost market were bustling with activity at this time.

Lin Zhuomeimei ate a breakfast.

To avoid being too conspicuous, I only bought 5 jin of meat, and then bought a few jin of pastries to put in my space.

They called on Old Li, who drives a tricycle in the next courtyard, to go and buy the timber and cloth with the tickets.

Actually, this amount of stuff was more than enough to keep in his spatial storage, but to avoid arousing suspicion, Lin Zhuo cautiously had it brought back.

The tricycle stopped at the entrance of the courtyard house, and a boy of about fifteen or sixteen years old came over to help move things.

Old Li scolded:

"Kuiyong, what are you doing here? Have you finished your homework?"

Li Kuiyong didn't care about the tunnel:

"Dad, it's a waste of money for me to go to school. I'd rather start working early to support the family."

Hearing this, Old Li felt a pang of sadness, and the words he wanted to reprimand Li Kuiyong were swallowed back down.

When Lin Zhuo heard the name Kui Yong, it sounded somewhat familiar, and he couldn't help but take a closer look at the boy's appearance.

The boy had thick eyebrows and big eyes; he looked somewhat familiar.

Combining this with my previous memories, isn't this Li Kuiyong from "Blood Romance"?