roccoschili Chapter 106 Continue
Chapter 106 Continue
As night fell, Sha Zhu meticulously prepared a sumptuous dinner, the table laden with Rainwater's favorite dishes.
Fragrant braised pork, unforgettable Sichuan-style twice-cooked pork, rich and flavorful beef slices, two large apples, and specially sweetened milk.
In addition, Sha Zhu personally cooked two refreshing vegetable dishes, carefully prepared a delicious soup, and served it with freshly cooked fluffy rice.
On this quiet night, undisturbed by outsiders, the two immersed themselves in the tranquility and delicious food, enjoying a delightful dinner.
During the meal, Yu Shui curiously asked her brother when he had bought the meat and where the milk came from.
Sha Zhu laughed and replied, "Didn't you notice the two lunchboxes I was carrying when I came back?"
Everything inside was prepared in advance by the cafeteria; all he needed to do was heat it up when he got back. As for the milk, he had bought it by chance while he was out earlier.
After the meal, the two rested for a while, and then Sha Zhu led Yu Shui to start martial arts practice, followed by a bath and rest.
Time flies, and two days have passed in the blink of an eye. On his way home from get off work, Sha Zhu happened to see an old man delivering firewood to others in a donkey cart, and he immediately decided to order a cartload of firewood for his own family as well.
At dawn the next day, when all was quiet, Sha Zhu quietly left the courtyard.
He originally planned to wait a few more days, but yesterday at noon, Jia Dongxu suddenly came to the kitchen and told him that Yi Zhonghai wanted him to go back after get off work.
Silly Zhu had a sudden inspiration and made up an excuse that he had personal business to attend to after get off work.
He wondered to himself, what exactly was Yi Zhonghai's intention?
The reason why he didn't want to go back to visit had already been conveyed back to his home through the deaf old lady and Aunt Yi. Yi Zhonghai must have known this, but he still insisted that he go back.
Do they intend to treat him like a child again, to be bossed around at will?
He guessed that this matter might be related to the Jia family. After all, Jia Dongxu had been married for several months. Could it be that his wife was pregnant and the family was in financial straits, and they wanted to rely on him, the "silly Zhu," who had returned?
This possibility cannot be ruled out, after all, the Jia family is indeed facing numerous difficulties.
But what does this have to do with him? Do you really want to use those old-fashioned rhetoric about respecting the elderly and caring for the young to educate him?
He cursed inwardly, thinking that old Bi Deng always tried to find someone else to help him when it came to the Jia family's affairs.
As Sha Zhu walked along, he inadvertently arrived at a familiar place.
A thought struck him: wasn't this one of the hiding places for those two spies?
He even made a point of noting down the address of this three-courtyard house, as well as the fact that a spy was hiding in the back room.
He has ignored these two companies for the past two or three months, but it is unknown whether they have made any moves during this time.
He had originally intended to use them against those who wanted to oppress him, but now it seemed unnecessary.
After all, Beijing was teeming with spies. Moreover, it was rife with gambling dens, black markets, and other chaotic activities.
If someone really provokes him, spies from other places can also be used.
As for those corrupt officials who keep a low profile and those wicked gang leaders, they are countless. They are all potential targets for exploitation.
Knowing that these two spy families were still hiding near his home, and now that he had moved back in, he felt that this potential danger had to be eliminated as soon as possible.
A thought flashed through Sha Zhu's mind, and his thoughts surged like waves, instantly engulfing the figure in the basement.
He was engrossed in the radio, working incredibly hard, not even taking a break late at night. He was truly dedicated. What secret message was this guy transmitting?
Where will the message be sent? Where did the information originate? Does he have accomplices? Let the professionals ponder these questions.
With a thought, Sha Zhu focused his mind and gently waved his hand, causing the man to collapse limply to the ground, knocked unconscious by his own blow.
Then, Sha Zhu began his "scavenging" operation.
However, this guy's family was shockingly poor. After a careful search, all that could be found was twenty-three dollars and eighty-nine cents in cash, which was practically nothing.
Left with no other choice, Sha Zhu had to store him, along with the radio, codebook, and a small pistol, into his own spatial storage.
To prevent the guy from panicking when he woke up, Shazhu found some cloth strips to blindfold him and tied him up tightly with rope.
After dealing with all of this, Sha Zhu rushed to the home of the couple who were hiding their identities.
It was a separate courtyard house, a world apart from the humble place where Sha Zhu now lived.
The courtyard house features carved beams and painted rafters, an exquisite layout, an elegant environment, and lush flowers and plants. The decorations, furniture, paintings on the walls, and various vases, inkstones, and desks in the rooms all showcase the owner's taste and wealth.
Sha Zhu couldn't help but sigh inwardly, realizing that his own place paled in comparison.
Although the couple pretended to be wealthy businessmen, they didn't actually have a lot of money on hand, though they did have quite a few savings accounts.
However, there were very few valuable items such as gold bars.
However, even a small mosquito is still meat, and Sha Zhu ruthlessly pocketed all the valuables.
Similarly, he knocked the couple unconscious in their sleep, blindfolded and tied them up, and then gave their home a thorough cleaning.
While sorting through the valuables, Sha Zhu discovered that there were quite a few codebooks.
He kept it while muttering to himself.
When he was about to leave, the entire courtyard house was just an empty wall.
He even considered including these ornately decorated walls in the space, but that was just a dream.
He picked up the couple's land title and property certificate and looked at them, feeling that these things were not very useful.
After all, in a few years, any family with extra houses may be arranged by the government for unified management and rented to people without houses.
In the later stages, having more houses can actually become a burden.
Thinking about all this, Sha Zhu couldn't help but think about what would happen next.
After the wind picked up, Nanluoguxiang was renamed Huihuang Street, but it subsequently suffered unprecedented damage.
The cultural relics and historical sites in the hutongs, such as door piers, archways, brick carvings, parapets, and stone tablets, have been severely damaged, and the extent of the damage is incalculable.
In particular, capitalists, whether they wanted to be "red" or not, faced the fate of being sent to the countryside for reform or having their property confiscated.
Even for working-class people like myself, whose families have been farmers for three generations, if our small courtyard were targeted by hidden bad elements...
If you don't have enough strength to protect it, then in the end you can only obediently give up the house.
Otherwise, they may face the tragic outcome of being framed, having their families destroyed, and even dying.
Thinking of this, Sha Zhu couldn't help but pull his thoughts back and return to his place.
He continued toward courtyard number 95, his mind fully focused, constantly alert to any movement around him.
After all, the enemy spy incident two months ago was still fresh in his mind, and he didn't know if government security and other departments were still secretly looking for clues.
You must remain vigilant at all times to ensure your safety.
When he arrived at the alley next to No. 95, he first used his mind to scan the deaf old lady's house to see how much money she had, purely out of curiosity.
The mind scan revealed that the old lady only had a little over one hundred yuan in her bottom box. Although it wasn't much, it was enough for her to live on for a year or two.
It seems the old lady does have some connections, otherwise no one would give her money.
The old lady herself did not engage in any productive activities; the money could only have been given to her by others.
Next, they scanned several other households. Liu Haizhong's family had about 20 yuan saved up. In the past, each household had thousands of yuan saved up, but now it's only ten or twenty yuan. They also had a lot of grain and vegetables saved up.
Damn it, they all say they can't afford to eat, even though they have money and food at home, they're still going around asking people for money.
This is all contagious. If other families go out to borrow money and you don't lend it, doesn't that imply that your family is rich?
The Da Mao brothers' family has saved more than 100 yuan again.
I don't know if Da Mao's mother got it from the Lou family or his father got it from the movie theater, but it's not like Liu Haizhong who can only earn a fixed salary.