Courtyard House: Purchasing Agents' Comeback from the Great Famine

Chapter 281 Capturing the Stubborn Father and Son into the Space

Wang Feng lay at the door for about an hour before Qin Jingru returned.

Qin Jingru rarely does hospitality work now. Her monthly salary of 78.5 yuan is practically free. No one cares about her when she goes to work; she can work when she wants and not work when she doesn't.

She prefers serving food; otherwise, she wouldn't do it at all.

"Jingru, are we not entertaining you again today?"

"Yeah, Brother Wang Feng, I feel like we're so free. We don't have to do much work every day, yet we get such high salaries, hehe." Qin Jingru said with a smile.

"Isn't it good that I don't have to work and still get paid?" Wang Feng asked with a smile.

Qin Jingru came up behind Wang Feng, massaged his shoulders, and said with a smile:

"No, it's not that. I just feel it's a bit unfair. Think about it, my parents work in the fields from the beginning of the year to the end, leaving early and returning late every day, and they're exhausted. After a year of hard work, the whole family can't even save 78.5 yuan. Meanwhile, I just play around in the factory every day, hardly doing any work, and I can easily earn 78.5 yuan a month. It feels so unfair."

Wang Feng waved his hand and said in a deep voice, "Jingru, don't say things that are detrimental to unity in the future."

Qin Jingru nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I understand. I was just telling you; I wouldn't tell anyone else."

"By the way, Brother Wang Feng, aren't we going to Courtyard No. 28 today?"

"Okay, I won't go today. When you're cooking dinner tonight, remember to brew the Chinese medicine."

"OK."

Wang Feng was planning to take action against another stubborn person tonight. He went to No. 28 courtyard, and things got a little complicated.

Last time he took the Vice Minister of Public Security and his family into his space, the police came to question him. If he wasn't in the courtyard that day, what would he say when the police asked him where he went? He couldn't very well say that he went to courtyard number 28 and caused trouble, could he?

Qin Jingru chatted with Wang Feng for a while, then went to do the laundry.

......

Around 5 p.m., Qin Huairu returned to the courtyard after get off work, and Banggeng went to rummage through Qin Huairu's bag.

These past few days, his mother has been bringing back meat, vegetables, and steamed buns every day, and Banggeng has gotten used to eating steamed buns and meat every day.

Opening the lunchbox, Banggeng saw no meat, vegetables, or steamed buns and exclaimed, "Mom, where's the meat? And where are the steamed buns?"

Qin Huairu ruffled the curly fur of the stalked dog and comforted it, "Stalked dog, there's no meat, vegetables, or steamed buns at the factory today. I'll bring you steamed buns and meat tomorrow."

"Hmph! I won't eat without white flour buns and meat! I want white flour buns and meat, I don't care, you figure it out!" Bang Geng shouted.

When Jia Zhangshi saw that Qin Huairu hadn't brought back any meat, vegetables, or steamed buns, she didn't say much.

The meat and vegetables, as well as the steamed buns, were all paid for by someone named Wang Mazi. Qin Huairu had told him all this, but other people's money doesn't come from thin air. He couldn't possibly pay Qin Huairu every day, could he?

Qin Huairu sighed deeply, ignored Bang Geng, and went to the kitchen to cook.

They've only been eating meat and white flour buns for a few days, and their palates have become so picky. What will happen if this continues?

She was in a good mood today. She borrowed twenty yuan from Wang Mazi, and when she received her salary before the Lunar New Year, Wang Mazi lent her another five yuan, making a total of twenty-five yuan, which was almost her monthly salary.

As for repaying, she hadn't even thought about it. Wang Mazi had said that she would repay him when she was not short of money, but would she ever be not short of money?

......

The Intermediate People's Court, the Wang family.

In the evening, Qin Jingru made a dish of stir-fried green peppers with cured pork and a dish of stir-fried cabbage. The main dish was still rice.

Over this period of time, she had already figured out Wang Feng's preferences. He liked to eat rice for lunch and dinner, but he didn't really like steamed buns or mantou for breakfast. His favorite food was noodles.

During this period, she and Lou Xiao'e cooked according to Wang Feng's preferences.

After dinner, the two took a shower together and went to bed.

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Two o'clock in the morning.

Wang Feng opened his eyes, gently removed Qin Jingru's long legs from his body, and softly lifted the blanket before getting out of bed.

He put on his clothes, a hood, and oversized shoes, opened the door, and used his spiritual sense to check outside the wall. Seeing that no one was outside, he flipped over and climbed over the wall.

I took out my bicycle and rode towards Zhengyangmen.

Wang Feng's spiritual sense has now reached sixty meters, and coupled with his super hearing, he can detect the joint defense team from a great distance. When he goes out at night, he will basically not encounter the joint defense team.

After riding his bicycle for about twenty minutes, Wang Feng arrived at the courtyard he had visited the previous night.

This time, the director of the grain bureau is finally not living in the government compound. I guess someone of his rank wouldn't even be qualified to live in the government compound.

Wang Feng arrived outside the courtyard wall and probed the courtyard with his spiritual sense. Just like yesterday, a dead fat pig weighing about 200 pounds was sleeping in the main room, and the stubborn boy who had tried to harass Qin Jingru was sleeping in the other room.

With a thought, Wang Feng stored the father and son in his spatial warehouse. He could now remotely collect items weighing up to 600 jin within a 60-meter radius, so storing the two of them was a piece of cake.

He scanned the entire compound with his spiritual sense but didn't find anything of value. There were only two packs of Zhonghua cigarettes and three bottles of Moutai. Even the family's savings amounted to just over a thousand yuan.

There were about a hundred pounds of cornmeal in the kitchen, only about two or three pounds of wheat flour, and that was it.

He had searched the underground area and found nothing of value.

Now his spiritual sense can detect things up to eight meters underground. If anything is hidden underground, it will not escape his spiritual sense. He doesn't believe that anyone can hide things up to eight meters underground.

Wang Feng knew without a doubt that these people would not keep valuables at home. They must be hiding a lot of valuables outside. Otherwise, how could the director of the grain bureau eat more than 200 jin of cornmeal every day?

Wang Feng didn't waste anything; he collected all the slightly valuable items from his house into his space, making it look like the Japanese invaders had entered a village.

This time, Wang Feng didn't even let go of those hundred or so pounds of cornmeal; he stored it all in his spatial storage. He didn't eat the cornmeal, but he could give it away. Even a small mosquito is still meat, right?

He did this for another reason: to create a false impression so that when the police came to investigate the next day, they would assume that the father and son had committed some crime and fled beforehand, or that they had been robbed by bandits, making it difficult to trace them back to him.

To make it look more convincing, Wang Feng took out a dagger from his spatial storage and pried open the bolt on the courtyard gate, and even the bolt on their room door.

Putting on gloves, Wang Feng ransacked the room, making a mess of the cabinets and even flipping over the bed frame, making it look like a robbery had broken in.

After making sure everything was in order and Wang Feng felt there were no problems, he rode his bicycle towards Nanluoguxiang.