A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

Seeing his son-in-law blindly listening to his daughter again, Wang Dali felt both happy and worried. "Alright, let's go and find out tomorrow who owns this yard and how much it costs."

Before the next day, the dilapidated door in the yard was kicked open from the outside with a loud bang, creaking and cracking as the already shaky hinges snapped in half.

"Damn it! Who let you guys live in my yard? You've got some nerve! Get the hell out of here!"

A scrawny, thuggish-looking man stood at the door, arms crossed, cursing loudly at the people in the yard.

He was about thirty years old, with a sallow complexion, dark circles under his eyes, and several bruises on his face that hadn't faded, making him look like he had been beaten.

The men in the courtyard instantly stopped what they were doing, and dozens of cold gazes shot over at them, the air freezing instantly.

Wang Xiaobao, with the worst temper, grabbed the axe he was using to whittle wood and charged forward, yelling, "Who do you think you are? Watch your mouth!"

"Third Brother, come back." Wang Jinzhu's cold voice rang out, pulling Wang Xiaobao back from his daze.

She stepped out from the crowd, calmly looking the skinny man up and down. "You say this is your yard?"

The skinny man was named Wu Yecheng, a notorious hoodlum in Houkou Village. He had originally come to see which foolish rich kid had taken over his dilapidated yard so he could extort some money from them, but he hadn't expected the yard to be full of burly men with menacing eyes, which made him apprehensive. But when he saw that it was a woman who came out, his courage returned.

He stiffened his neck and said, blustering but weak, "Nonsense! Everyone in Houkou Village knows that this Wu family compound is my ancestral property! You bunch of outsiders, you've taken my land, and you dare to talk back to me?"

"Ancestral property?" Wang Jinzhu chuckled lightly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "Since it's ancestral property, do you have the house deeds and land deeds as proof?"

"Why should I show you?!" Wu Yecheng was speechless for a moment, then flew into a rage. "My words are the evidence! If you know what's good for you, get the hell out of here! Otherwise, don't blame me for reporting you to the authorities and having you bunch of vagrants who occupy other people's homes arrested!"

His words made everyone turn pale. They had just obtained their household registration and their foundation was not yet secure; their biggest fear was getting entangled with the government again.

Wang Jinzhu remained calm. Far from being angry, she changed the subject and said slowly, "We don't necessarily want to take your place. We're just new here and don't have anywhere to stay. Since this courtyard is yours, that's perfect, saving us the trouble of looking elsewhere."

She paused, and under Wu Yecheng's questioning gaze, she offered the bait: "Would you sell this yard?"

"What?" Wu Yecheng wondered if he had misheard.

"I said," Wang Jinzhu repeated clearly, word by word, "we want to buy this courtyard. Name your price."

"Buy it?" Wu Yecheng's eyes widened instantly, flashing with greed.

His mind went blank, as if he heard the sound of silver coins hitting the ground. These people looked intimidating, but they were actually idiots? Buying this dilapidated courtyard? The arrogance on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a fawning expression.

He rubbed his hands together, chuckled, and his attitude completely changed: "Oh, young lady, no, old lady! Look at my foul mouth, I didn't recognize your worth! Please, don't hold it against me. You want to buy the yard? No problem, no problem!"

Wang Xiaobao was dumbfounded by the speed at which the man changed his expression, and couldn't help but spit in his heart: What a damn coward.

Wu Yecheng's eyes darted around, and he held out a hand: "This courtyard is my ancestral property, in a good location and spacious. Since we're destined to meet, I'll give you a fair price: fifty taels! Fifty taels of silver, and this large courtyard is yours!"

He figured to himself that these outsiders didn't seem short of money, and their cart must have a lot of valuables. The courtyard was so dilapidated; if he asked for fifty taels, and they cut it in half, he could still make a killing. With that money, he could go to the gambling den and win back his losses.

Upon hearing this, Wang Dali's eyes nearly popped out again. Fifty taels? This is robbery!

Wang Jinzhu raised her hand to stop her father, looked at Wu Yecheng, gently shook her head, and then held up three fingers, "Thirty taels. One price. If you sell, we'll go to the yamen to complete the deed now; if you don't, we'll leave."

"Thirty taels?" Wu Yecheng was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. They weren't even going to haggle? Outsiders are so easy to fool; they probably don't know anything about those things!

Afraid the other party would realize what was happening, he quickly nodded, "Sell, sell, sell! You're such a straightforward person, ma'am! I'll go get the deed for you right now!"

Seeing the ecstatic expressions on the other side, Wang Jinzhu's heart sank slightly. Oh no, the price's too high! This kid definitely has a trap in store for them. But thirty taels is only a small amount for such a big courtyard; it's not a bad deal.

"Where's the property deed?" Wang Jinzhu asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Afraid that she would change her mind, Wu Yecheng hurriedly ran to the corner of a dilapidated house in the corner of the yard, dug through a pile of musty-smelling rotten grass, and dug out a broken earthenware pot from underneath.

He carefully pulled a yellowed piece of paper from the earthenware jar and handed it over like a treasure, saying, "Grandma, look, this is the house deed!"

Wang Jinzhu took the deed, glanced at it, and after confirming that it was correct, said to Wang Dali and Wang Tianfang, "Tianfang, come with me to the yamen so we can transfer the property deed."

Half an hour later, the two returned from the government office.

Wang Jinzhu now has a new house deed stamped with the official vermilion seal.

From today onwards, this courtyard belongs to Wang Jinzhu.

Wang Shun, Wang Gui, and the others were so moved by the house deed that tears welled up in their eyes. Although the house belonged to Jin Zhu, they were only staying there temporarily. Finally, they had a more stable place to live in this prefectural city.

Just as everyone was immersed in joy, a kind-faced old lady from next door peeked out, looked around nervously, and then quickly walked to Chen Xinghua, who was tidying up at the door, and grabbed her arm.

"Hey, young lady, you bought that dilapidated courtyard of the Wu family?"

"Yes, ma'am, we just got the house deed done," Chen Xinghua replied with a smile, eager to share her joy with her new neighbor.

Upon hearing this, the old woman's face turned deathly pale. She lowered her voice and looked at them with a mixture of pity and fear, as if she had seen a ghost: "Are you out of your minds? How could you dare to buy Wu Yecheng's house, that gambling bastard? He owes the Black Tiger Gang in the west of the city a mountain of usurious loans, and the debt collectors come to cause trouble every day!"

He's probably run off with the money now, but the yard's still there! The Black Tiger Gang doesn't play by the rules; they only care about the property, not the people. They'll probably be coming after you new suckers soon!