Siheyuan: Selling my wife, do you still want to provide for your retirement?

"my home……"

The three uncles are in charge of the affairs in this courtyard.

Now that Wang Aiguo is dying, Yi Hongmei's remarriage has become a foregone conclusion, so let's get whatever we can.

In a short time, a relatively complete family of three was divided up by all kinds of people!

Just waiting... Wang Aiguo died.

"Cough cough!"

At this moment, a coughing sound that seemed familiar interrupted the increasingly excited beasts.

Who is it?

Everyone seems dissatisfied that someone else is jumping out to reap the benefits, and they follow the news.

hiss!

There was a gasping sound.

This, this...how can he still get up?

Everyone looked at Wang Aiguo, who had a calm face, as if he was seeing a ghost. It was really difficult to connect him with the sick man who had suffered from tuberculosis for several months.

Didn't it mean that he was in the advanced stage of tuberculosis and had only a few days to live?

Now it doesn’t look like it!

In the huge courtyard, there was silence for a moment!

In the deathly silence, the quarrels of several children in the corner were highlighted very clearly.

The children were playing and ignored the adults.

The leader is naturally the younger generation of demon kings in the courtyard, the eldest son of Jia Dongxu's family, Jia Gen.

Nickname, awesome.

"I, I won't give it..."

The three-year-old girl was holding on to a bamboo windmill in her hand, crying and looking at it as if it was about to fall off.

She is Wang Aiguo's only daughter, Wang Yue.

"Bring it to you!"

There is nothing Banggeng can’t get his hands on.

Not being fooled, I simply reached out and grabbed it.

How could a three-year-old girl win over a seven-year-old boy? The windmill was in Banggeng's hands in no time.

"Humph!"

Banggeng glanced disdainfully at Wang Yue, who was about to cry, and cursed: "Your dad is almost dead! You have to go home and cry!"

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked in the direction of Wang Aiguo.

Then... I happened to meet Wang Aiguo's cold eyes...

Chapter 3 Why should I give back what I, the stick, stole?

This!

The faces of the adults were not very pretty.

Especially the Jia family’s.

Bangge is seven years old, and he is robbing a three-year-old girl of her toys like this, and cursing viciously like that.

As a result, my father caught me on the spot!

How embarrassing!

"Banggeng, return the things to others!"

Jia Dongxu ordered with a gloomy face.

Although what these adults did just now is actually the same as Banggeng.

But after all, it was not in front of Wang Aiguo.

Little did they know that after Wang Aiguo took the strengthening medicine and improved his body, he could hear voices clearly even through several walls.

Wang Aiguo had heard clearly about the shameless carve-up just now.

"Humph!"

Banggeng felt guilty when he saw Wang Aiguo.

But I just got the toy, I snatched it away based on my ability, why should I return it?

go to hell!

Don't want any! !

Feeling furious, Banggeng threw the stolen bamboo windmill to the ground, and then stepped on it hard.

click!

With a crisp sound, the lightweight bamboo windmill was shattered into pieces, making it impossible to repair.

Banggeng quickly ran back to Jia Dongxu and hid behind Qin Huairu.

With the support of his parents, what can that sick man do?

"Ugh... the windmill, the windmill is broken..."

Wang Yue was so distressed that her beloved toy was so cruelly destroyed that she cried on the spot.

Grass!

Wang Aiguo was instantly furious!

After the soul pierced through and merged with the memory, I already had a family concern for this child that was thicker than water.

What's more, when he saw this little girl from a distance, he fell in love with her right away.

Bullying my daughter?

The King of Heaven is here, let him peel off a layer of skin!

Taking a deep breath, Wang Aiguo slowly picked up the shattered windmill from the ground.

"Dad! Dad..."

Wang Yue cried and threw herself into Wang Aiguo's arms. She felt that her father seemed less weak today. This was her only support.

strengthen!

Wang Aiguo faced the windmill corpse and activated the system command.

Even if a skilled craftsman cannot restore it, what about the power of the system?

Ding!

Strengthen success!

This enhancement level: D level!

Ding!

Obtain D-level reinforcement: [Broken Golden Windmill]!

Ding!

The final rating of this enhancement: D level!

According to the host’s current greatest need for supplies, this enhancement reward is determined to be:

Pollution-free super eggs, 500 pounds!

Oh?

Wang Aiguo raised his eyebrows.

From one billion tons to five hundred pounds?

This should be the difference in enhancement rewards between B-level and D-level.

However, the windmill has not been repaired, but just... the material has been upgraded.

In an instant, Wang Aiguo had an idea.

"Yueyue, stop crying."

As soon as he opened his mouth, everyone else pricked up their ears to listen.

Everyone is watching this, and it would be outrageous and unreasonable to say that he should go to hell, but it depends on what Wang Aiguo is going to do.

"Children are playing around, it's all trivial matters."

Wang Aiguo smiled, seeming to be ready for something big.

ha!You know what I mean!

Jia Dongxu showed a proud smile.

Originally!

With the body and bones of a tuberculosis ghost like you, what can you do?

"but……"

But when Wang Aiguo changed his subject, he held the broken windmill in his palm and said seriously: "You should still pay for the damaged things."

what?

Hahaha!

Jia Dongxu was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said: "You want to pay for this piece of shit? Are you crazy about being poor?"

"I want compensation."

Wang Aiguo stared at him and said, "The windmill passed down from my ancestors was broken by your family, right?"

"exactly!"