Siheyuan: At the beginning, I can integrate everything!

Xu Damao's howls were so pitiful that they startled the sparrows in the trees, who fluttered their wings and flew away.

Yan Bugui was startled by the sudden commotion.

The initial heartache and frustration over losing the fish were instantly replaced by a curiosity to watch the spectacle.

He didn't care about the two cents he spent on bait and quickly ran to the backyard.

Zhang Huaimin stood by the hanging flower gate in the front yard, a faint, cold smile playing on his lips.

The infertility symptom has flared up.

Xu Damao discovered that a crucial part of his body had completely turned into a dead, unresponsive piece of wood.

This blow was worse than death for a childless man who spent his days thinking about having affairs and fathering sons.

However, Zhang Huaimin has no time to watch Xu Damao make a fool of himself right now.

He strolled slowly back to the east wing of his house.

Just as I was about to push open the door, I caught a glimpse of a small, furtive figure out of the corner of my eye.

The figure was peeking out from behind the moon gate at the junction of the middle and front courtyards.

It was none other than the Jia family's "Master Thief"—Bang Geng.

Bang Geng was hiding in the shadows and watched Zhang Huaimin return from outside.

Although Yan Bugui took the big carp and gave it away.

But Banggeng's nose was so sensitive that he seemed to already smell the aroma of meat wafting from Zhang Huaimin's house.

These past few days, because his rear end was pecked raw by the rooster, Banggeng could only lie on the kang (a heated brick bed) eating tasteless cornbread.

My stomach was already full of nothing but clear soup and water.

Now that he sees Zhang Huaimin return, greed and jealousy in his heart grow wildly like weeds.

"Why does this little bastard get to eat and drink the best food every day?"

"He must be hiding something delicious in his house!"

"My grandma said that since he's an orphan, all his things should belong to the Jia family!"

Banggeng rubbed his still slightly sore buttocks and muttered angrily.

The last few times I tried to steal, I either got electrocuted or pecked by chickens.

But Banggeng, that ingrate, never learns his lesson; he just thinks it's because he's unlucky.

This time, he learned his lesson.

He doesn't use the main entrance.

He planned to go around Zhang Huaimin's house through a secluded alleyway on the side and climb in through the back window!

Banggeng glanced around.

Seeing that the neighbors in the courtyard were all drawn to Xu Damao's screams from the backyard, the middle courtyard was deserted.

He immediately crouched down, like a skilled little mouse, and darted into the alley.

However, Zhang Huaimin saw through Banggeng's every move.

"That little beast, he really can't change his ways."

Zhang Huaimin sneered and pushed open the door to enter the room.

He walked to the back window and looked through the crack in the window at Bang Geng, who was stealthily approaching him.

Want to come in through the window?

Okay, then I'll prepare a big gift for you.

Zhang Huaimin summoned the system in his mind.

"System, extract 'Powerful Unlucky Incense Ash'."

[Ding! Powerful ash for bad luck successfully extracted!]

A small pinch of grayish-white powder appeared out of thin air in Zhang Huaimin's hand.

This stuff looks inconspicuous, but once you get even a little bit on it...

For the next period of time, even drinking cold water would get stuck between my teeth.

Zhang Huaimin opened the window latch.

He sprinkled that small pinch of unlucky incense ash evenly along the outer edge of the windowsill.

Then, he deliberately left the window slightly ajar, leaving an enticing crack.

After doing all this, Zhang Huaimin moved a small stool and sat down by the stove to warm himself.

He casually picked up a large apple from the table and took a bite.

The crisp chewing sound was particularly loud in the quiet room.

outside the window.

Banggeng climbed over a pile of broken bricks and finally made it to the bottom of the windowsill.

He strained his ears and heard the crisp sound of someone eating an apple coming from inside the house.

Saliva instantly dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"I'm so hungry! This little bastard is actually eating an apple!"

Bang Geng swallowed hard, his resolve to go in and steal something growing stronger.

He stood on tiptoe and grabbed the edge of the windowsill with both hands.

Prepare to use your strength to lift your body up.

Just as his hands were pressed firmly against the windowsill, the moment his palms touched the layer of grayish-white powder...

Powerful bad luck, takes effect instantly!

Banggeng felt a slight chill in his palm.

But he didn't care at all, and with all his might, he stuck his head out onto the windowsill.

He was about to peek through the slightly ajar window.

suddenly!

A strange wind suddenly arose from the flat ground without warning.

The wind came in a very strange way, directly stirring up the fallen leaves and dust on the ground, and blowing them all directly onto Banggeng's face.

"Achoo—!"

The stick got dust in its eyes, its nose started to itch, and it suddenly let out a huge sneeze.

This sneeze is nothing to worry about.

His foot, which was already lightly resting on the broken bricks, was shaken by the sneeze.

It slipped unexpectedly.

The broken brick he was using as a stepping stone seemed to have grown legs and rolled away from under his feet.

"Ouch!"

Bang Geng cried out in surprise, instantly losing his balance.

He gripped the windowsill tightly with both hands, trying to steady himself.

But the power of bad luck is fully displayed at this time.

His hands suddenly went limp, as if they had been coated with oil, and slipped off the windowsill.

She fell headfirst from the windowsill, which was more than a meter high.

Moreover, the trajectory of fate is indeed full of drama.

Directly below where he fell face down.

I don't know who did it, but they placed half a solid red brick upright!

"Snap!"

A sharp, teeth-grinding sound of bone cracking rang out in the silent alleyway.

Banggeng's face landed squarely and precisely on the edge of the half-standing red brick.

The immense impact was concentrated on his mouth.

"puff--"

Accompanied by a muffled groan from Banggeng.

Two white objects, mixed with blood, flew out of his mouth and fell into the mud.

Those were the two very front teeth of the hamster!

Because the impact was so severe, both front teeth, along with their roots, were broken off.

A strong, pungent smell of blood instantly filled the air.

Banggeng lay on the ground, completely stunned by the fall.

A full five seconds passed.

The intense pain started in my mouth and chin and shot straight to my brain.

"Ouch—! My tooth! It hurts so much!"

Banggeng rolled over, covering his mouth, which was covered in blood.

It let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.

He was in so much pain that he rolled around on the ground, his face covered in tears, blood from his nose, and saliva.

That was ten times worse than being pecked on the butt by a rooster.

In the room.

Hearing the screams coming from outside the window, Zhang Huaimin calmly took another bite of his apple.

"Click."

The sound was crisp and pleasant.

Dealing with this kind of ingrate who's rotten to the core since childhood.

Any sympathy is superfluous.

Don't you like stealing?

After that, you won't even be able to chew on a stolen bone.

The screams of the battered ram quickly reached the Intermediate People's Court.

Jia Zhangshi, who was sitting in the room sulking, suddenly shuddered when she heard that familiar voice.

"It's a Korean hamster! My grandson!"

Like a wildcat whose tail had been stepped on, Jia Zhangshi suddenly jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed).

She stumbled out of the house without even putting on her shoes properly.

Following the sound, she jogged all the way to a secluded alley next to the Zhang family's house.

Just as we turned the corner.

Jia Zhangshi then saw Banggeng lying on the ground, his mouth full of blood, wailing incessantly.

"Bang Geng! What's wrong with you?!"

Jia Zhangshi felt as if her heart was being torn apart, and rushed forward to try and pick up the stick.

Just then.

Her gaze suddenly fell upon the two bloody, white front teeth on the ground.