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

Jia Dongxu wondered how much a broken windmill would be worth!

Ancestral?

Even if you say this is a windmill made by the Empress Dowager Cixi herself, you have to provide real evidence!

Just because you have a red mouth and white teeth?

I believe you a ghost!

"Okay, let's make up for it."

Wang Aiguo nodded and said: "The neighbors in the street can't hurt the harmony. Just take 500 yuan and take it away."

How many? !

Jia Dongxu couldn't believe his ears.

Can tuberculosis still damage the brain?

What? Just 500 yuan!

I worked so hard for a month and only made thirty yuan!

A windmill costs me more than a year’s salary?

Crazy crazy!

Wang Aiguo is so poor that he is crazy!

"Wait! Let me see..."

Uncle Yi suddenly looked at Wang Aiguo's hands. As the only eighth-level worker in the factory, he naturally had a deep understanding of materials.

How come the windmill is so golden?

Everyone fell silent and looked at Uncle Yi.

After appraising for a long time, Uncle Yi gave Wang Aiguo a very strange look.

Then, he said to Jia Dongxu: "This windmill... is made of pure gold. Judging from the weight, it is worth 500, just a little more."

Ah!

As soon as this was said, everyone was shocked!

"impossible!"

Jia Dongxu raised his voice to a high octave and said in horror: "Uncle Yi! You can't deceive people!"

"What do you say!"

The first uncle, Yi Zhonghai, had a dark face. He wanted to save face, so how could he allow the brat of the Jia family to challenge his authority like this.

So, a few more people came to take a look.

He looked at it, touched it, and even bit the remains of the windmill with his teeth.

final conclusion……

Pure gold!

The faces of Jia Dongxu, Jia Zhang and Qin Huairu all became extremely ugly.

“My family has no money!!!”

Jia Zhang's mourning cry was even worse than the time when old Jia's pigtails were raised.

"Oh."

Wang Aiguo glanced at it, nodded, and said naturally: "Then I'll call the police and let the police handle it. 500 yuan... should be enough for the juvenile detention center."

Chapter 4: Jia Dongxu’s heart was broken after being beaten so hard

"Damn it! Go and repay it!"

When Jia Dongxu heard the huge figure of 500 yuan, his eyes turned red, and he straightened his neck to challenge Wang Aiguo to the end.

"do not!"

Uncle Yi spoke quickly. In order to maintain his authoritative position in the courtyard, what he fears most is being embarrassed.

If the police were let in, how could he speak?

"Dongxu! Don't you want any more children?"

Uncle Yi reprimanded: "It's just unintentional... You should admit your mistake to Patriot and see if you can pay less..."

“It is impossible to pay less if you pay less!”

Wang Aiguo hugged his daughter with one arm and said leisurely: "Either let the police come to identify whether this thing is worth 500, and whether I have cheated on you."

"Uncle One..."

Jia Dongxu almost cried, and said with a grimace: "But my family...how can I have 500 yuan?"

Well, that's true.

Although Wang Aiguo didn't know the Jia family's financial situation, he couldn't afford such a huge sum of 500 yuan.

Get your belongings?

I look down upon it!

So, I weighed it up.

Jia Dongxu paid Wang Aiguo 100 yuan in compensation, and the pure gold windmill wreckage still belonged to Wang Aiguo.

This is equivalent to a crafting fee of 100 yuan, which is much higher than the market processing price of gold handicrafts.

But there is no way, that guy Wang Aiguo is so hateful, he calls the police to arrest him whenever he disagrees...

tom!

"I'll fuck you!!"

Jia Dongxu kicked his son Banggan to the ground hard.

It hurts!

It’s so heartbreaking!

100 yuan!

I worked hard for three months without eating or drinking, so I only have 100 yuan!

After being kicked by this prodigal, he was trampled to death!

"Ow!!"

The stick dog received this kick and immediately howled in mourning.

But howling in mourning usually worked, but now it only made the evil fire in Jia Dongxu's heart even stronger.

"Cry! Cry your mother!!"

Taking a step forward, he could not help but punch and kick the stick that was rolling on the ground!

100 yuan!

100 yuan! ! !

Originally, my family had a lot of expenses, so even if it was all year round, I would never be able to save 100 yuan!

Now just because of this prodigal son's kick, he was trampled to death!

beat!

Kill this prodigal little brat! !

Ping Pong Pong...

After a saturation blow, Banggeng immediately became bruised and swollen.

"You, you're almost done..."

Seeing that the situation was not good, Qin Huairu quickly stepped forward to protect the child.

If we keep fighting like this, something will happen.

"Wang Aiguo, you are really promising! Are you arguing with a child?"

When Shazhu saw Qin Huairu's sad look, all his bones became lighter by several kilograms, and he quickly stepped forward to help.

"How about you pay for the 100 yuan?"

Wang Aiguo glanced sideways and did not take this so-called Siheyuan God of War seriously.

In one sentence, Shazhu was fixed.

100 yuan!It’s not a small amount of money to anyone!

Even if Silly Zhu is willing to show up, Jia Dongxu is still alive, so how can he get his turn to be attentive.

Damn!

Silly Zhu stared hard at this tuberculosis ghost who usually didn't pay attention at all.

According to his temper, he should go up and deal with this guy!

But today's situation is not quite right. Let's go back and find a suitable opportunity to teach this tuberculosis man a lesson!

……

Wang Aiguo ignored the Jia family's mourning and concubine examination, as well as the strange and complicated looks in the eyes of the birds in the courtyard.

When it's time to eat, let's simmer the rice first!

After working in the kitchen for a while, Wang Aiguo said a few words and went out.

For a moment, the tempting fragrance of rice floats in the courtyard!

"This!"

"His family is making rice!"

"Oh my God! This king is patriotic! Is his life over?"

"It's so fragrant...I really want to eat it!"