Rebirth 1993: I am not a white lotus

Chapter 738 The Inner Ghost (1)

"I've made a fortune for your father. It's safe and sound, so don't worry about it."

Qiu Xiaobao came in, biting a big red peach in his mouth, his chin and beard were covered with juice.

Han Xiaoxiao had forgotten Qiu Xiaobao's ability, and after what he said, his heart became much brighter.

"I suspect that the house certificate was stolen in the capital. My father was careless and lost something without noticing."

It was common for Han Daya to forget about things. He said that he lost the keys of the house almost every half a month, so Xiaoxiao had to hide one outside the wall of his own courtyard, in case he needed it from time to time.

This is a trivial matter. When she was reborn, Han Daya hid his family's valuable belongings in a partition in a drawer. Han Xiaoxiao could easily find them, let alone a professional thief.

"The most important thing now is to find out who stole the house certificate. Don't worry about it. I'll find someone to do it. It won't be long before the truth comes out."

Besides, Lan Xin's horse boy went back and told Zhang Qiuyue that the female boss, who had been drinking foreign ink for a few days, made a decisive decision. After ten days' rent was extended to Kaibiski's account, she sent someone to Han Xiaoxiao in Liuyin Lane overnight. s home.

The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, killing people and setting fires.

Little Sichuan's family was successful during the day. Adults and children were smug around a broken table, looking left and right with the house certificate in their hands, and the eyebrows of joy were flying to the sky.

"Mom, I didn't expect us to have a house in the capital." The elder son with a pair of mouse eyes was talking. He is only 14 years old this year. He is not tall, at most 1.5 meters.

"Huh, our family was also a wealthy family 80 years ago. If it weren't for the land reform, your great-grandfather would have been living on the streets of the city to beg for food?" Xiao Sichuan held a bottle of Erguotou in his hand, his tongue curled up after drinking, and his face was full of tears. The color of the erythema is more vivid, three points more red than the monkey's buttocks.

His wife was cooking noodles in a dirty pot, and the two younger children squatted beside him with their halazi, staring at a piece of pork bone full of meat in the pot like little wolves.

"Go and buy some roast duck from Jiekou for the child, we are rich now, who still eats noodles?" Little Sichuan rambled incoherently for a long time, took out a steel coin worth [-] cents and threw it on the ground.

The woman was so angry that she raised her fire stick and beat her, "If you drink some cat urine, you won't know the north, south, east, west, and north. Isn't this a bone? Besides, you can't even buy a pig's hair for two cents. You should drink less wine all day long. How many children can be so greedy for meat?"

The couple's conversation was like setting off firecrackers. Now a big pie fell from the sky and fell into their mouths. It was too late to be happy, so how could they be angry?
During the day today, I heard neighbors talking about how the original owner sold the house for 2 yuan, how many years would it take for them to sell noodles before earning it back?Getting a huge sum of money for no reason is like smoke from the ancestral grave, which is more joyful than picking up money on the main road.

The family was happily talking about the house, only to hear a "boom" from the yard, as if something had smashed in, knocking some broken bottles and baskets piled up in the yard beyond recognition.

Lan Xin's Ma Zai brought a few brothers, came in without saying a word, grabbed the hair of their eldest son who came out to stop them, and cursed loudly, "How dare you steal money in my place if you're tired of work? Take him away." "

The little Sichuan couple's legs were so frightened that they dared to raise eyebrows with Han Xiaoxiao, but they were afraid of some street bastards.

They grasped the mentality that cultural people would not be rough with them, and messed around with Han Xiaoxiao, but they were still afraid of the punks who beat people to death.

"What are you doing? Why are you arresting my eldest child?"

(End of this chapter)