Chapter 82: Earn a Little Money Over the next few days, people kept bringing in broken...
Chapter 82: Make a Little Money
After Yan Jiuru released the master chef's son and another investigator from 501 from the Golden Bell Cover, he stopped interfering.
The damage caused by the explosion, the several non-humans subdued by the investigation team, and previous criminal cases were all handed over to relevant departments and units for handling.
Two days later, people from 501 next door came to see him.
Yang Chen cried, holding a small, broken bowl in his hand. "This is a rice bowl passed down from my ancestors," he said. "I didn't realize it was working at the time, but I've been using it these past two days and realized it's sometimes useful and sometimes not. I still have several cases waiting to be used."
It turned out that the magic weapon they used to capture non-humans was destroyed by the Five Thunder Talisman.
Without the containment device, they can't do anything on their own.
Yan Jiuru sighed. This also includes after-sales service?
He took the palm-sized gray broken bowl and looked at it. It should be a lowest-level magic weapon, which was not activated by true qi, but by blood. It could be used by mortals who knew some Taoism.
However, this little broken bowl was, firstly, too low in level to withstand the shockwaves of the Level 3 Five-Thunder Evil-Repelling Talisman, and secondly, it had been in disrepair for a long time, and many of the runes engraved inside, as well as the materials used, were damaged.
Fortunately, the explosion was not directed at the small broken bowl, otherwise, the entire bowl would have been blown into pieces.
Considering that this magic weapon is used to capture "non-humans" and is not an evil thing, Yan Jiuru can give it a try.
He couldn't refine the weapon yet. He scanned the damaged area with his spiritual sense. The runes could be repaired, but there was no suitable material for the gap. Forcing the material to be diluted in other places would make it more prone to damage. So he decided not to use it.
"Wait a minute." He thought of a way and went into the inner room with the small broken bowl.
After wasting more than a dozen sheets of high-quality talisman paper, he finally drew two solid talismans and patched them in the gap.
The gray little broken bowl suddenly had two yellow patches on it, making it look even more broken.
"Although it doesn't look good, the effect should be better than your previous one." Yan Jiuru handed the small broken bowl to Yang Chen and explained with some embarrassment.
The main reason why this patch is exposed is that he has no spiritual power or magic power now. It takes him half a month to accumulate the little true energy in his body, and he hasn't accumulated it yet.
Besides, even if he saved up for half a month, it would not be enough to repair the magic weapon.
The fact that he could patch something was due to his powerful spiritual awareness.
Yang Chen was really about to cry.
However, based on his trust in his colleague, he bit his fingertip and dripped a few drops of blood to try to activate the magic weapon. The small broken bowl flashed with gray light, flew up into the air, and turned into a cage covered with gray light!
“Yeah, it’s really useful!”
Yang Chen excitedly grasped Yan Jiuru's hand and shouted excitedly, "This is great!!! You don't know, my dad had a hard time using it back then, and when it came to me, I couldn't activate it without shedding a dozen or twenty drops of blood, let alone something this big..."
Yan Jiuru was happy and thought to himself, if you don't fix it, you won't be able to activate it without half a bowl of blood, even without waiting for the next generation. Several runes inside are almost used up. He kindly redrawn it for you, and of course it works well.
However, he is not a man who works for nothing.
"Thank you for the three small yellow croakers, or the equivalent foreign exchange coupons."
"Okay, I'll bring it to you tomorrow. Thank you very much!" Yang Chen agreed immediately. Not to mention three small yellow croakers, even five would be worth it.
This treasure can be used for several generations after it is repaired.
"Oh, by the way," Yang Chen, who had just run out of the door, returned, "Can you repair other magical instruments?"
The people in their investigation team use magical instruments frequently, and sometimes they inevitably encounter difficult non-humans, so damage to the magical instruments is also common.
Yan Jiuru blinked, "I have to see the real thing, otherwise I can't say for sure."
"Okay, I'll let them come to you someday~"
Yang Chen came crying and left happily.
***
In the following days, people kept coming to Yan Jiuru with broken magic weapons to "repair" them, and some of them didn't bring any magic weapons at all, but just junk.
Yan Jiuru's fee is not cheap. The minimum order is three small yellow croakers, and the maximum order is a large yellow croaker. Anyway, these people are all rich, and there is probably no one else who can do this job except him.
Those that can be repaired are repaired, and those that are broken are thrown away directly.
He doesn't spoil anyone.
Don’t you have any idea what you’re holding?
Testing him?
Then don't blame him for being rude.
This industry has its own circle. Not only people from Yancheng, but there are even people who come from far away places with things to ask him to repair them.
Yan Jiuru made a lot of money.
Institute 107 turned a blind eye to this. After all, they make a living by their craft. Moreover, if these things are not repaired, many non-human things cannot be carried out.
***
However, this good thing did not last long. That day, Director Wu called Yan Jiuru and told him the departure time.
Yan Jiuru stopped accepting orders.
After returning home, he handed a bag of small yellow croaker to Chen Yin and said, "I have to go on a business trip the day after tomorrow. Please take some time to look for suitable houses near the university we are enrolling in. Pick out one or two good ones and buy them. We can live there in the future if the commute to school is too far."
Chen Yin looked into her pocket and asked, "How long will you be gone this time? Where are you going? I'll help you pack your things."
"Heading towards the South China Sea. It's hard to say when."
Chen Yin nodded, knowing that she couldn't ask any more questions. She turned to Yan Jiuru and smiled, saying, "I have good news for you."
"What good news?" Yan Jiuru looked up at her.
Chen Yin put her hands on her stomach and raised her eyebrows and said, "Guess!"
Yan Jiuru followed her gaze and looked down, then belatedly asked, "Are you pregnant again?"
"Yeah~" Chen Yin nodded with a smile.
Yan Jiuru leaped up to her side, looked her up and down, and whispered, "When did you find out?"
He has been busy taking orders and making money these days, but he didn't expect that there would be a big surprise waiting for him when he came back!
Chen Yin turned around and pulled out a hospital order from her bag and handed it to him. "I've been feeling unwell lately, so I went to the hospital designated by my workplace for a checkup. The doctor also ordered an ultrasound. It's been over a month."
"Oh my! That's great! Let's go tell Mom and Dad and Grandpa and Grandma!"
***
The Demon Lord has very old-fashioned ideas. As a man, he should earn more money to support his family, and of course the more children the better.
A man who cannot support his family is not a good man!
As for whether the children will become successful, the conditions are provided, and when they grow up, they can be kicked out to make their own living. Those who are capable can earn money and live a good life, while those who are not capable can beg for food or work in illegal mines.
Anyway, he doesn't keep the useless person in vain.
The elderly people in the family were very happy when they heard that Chen Yin was pregnant again.
The elderly have the same idea. Now that the family has no worries about food and clothing, it is always good to have more children, regardless of gender.
Zhuangzhuang is just over two years old. When he heard that he was going to be a big brother, he didn’t quite understand what was going on. But he was happy when the adults were happy.
***
Grandpa Yan called his eldest grandson aside and whispered, "Do you have enough money?"
Yan Jiuru looked at his grandfather and said, "Not bad, what do you say?"
Grandpa Yan was turning two walnuts in his hand with a clacking sound. "The family at the end of the alley west of Old Zhang's house has just been rehabilitated, and their original house has been returned. It's a quadrangle courtyard with two entrances.
It's been ruined. They said they've moved to a small house that was newly allocated by the university and are planning to sell it. I'd like you, Uncle Zhang, to help ask if anyone wants it."
Nowadays, houses are rarely bought and sold publicly. People are introduced to each other by acquaintances and then transfer the ownership to the housing management office.
Grandpa Yan once said that this house is big enough for his three grandsons, but it is okay for brothers to live together before getting married. After they get married, it is natural to live in their parents' house. It would be inappropriate to live in their brother's house all the time.
Therefore, he thought about buying two more houses when he found suitable ones. At worst, he could sell the things he collected and use the money to supplement the money for his eldest grandson.
"I was thinking since you're back, we should go take a look and buy it if it's suitable. We can live closer in the future so we can look after each other."
"Has anyone over there given any clues?" Yan Jiuru asked.
Grandpa Yan held up two fingers and gestured, "I want this number."
Two small yellow croakers!
Now on the black market in Yancheng, gold costs 13 to 15 yuan per gram, which is much more expensive than in the northern province.
A 50-gram pure small yellow croaker is estimated to be worth around 750 yuan.
"Let's go, it's still early, let's go take a look first."
***
The housing market in Yancheng has experienced two ups and downs in the past year.
In the middle of the year, with the increase in the number of people who were rehabilitated and returned to the city, housing became tight and the market saw a surge in demand. However, within a few months, there was a sharp drop.
The main reason is that except for a small number of returned houses that are relatively well preserved, most of them need to be renovated. Some of them are so badly damaged that they have no value in the eyes of these people. It is better to sell them than to keep them for renovation. Moreover, such families often have more than one house, so selling one or two is not a big deal.
Therefore, the market price of houses fell even lower than at the beginning.
The cost of reconstruction is actually not much different from that of new construction, especially since materials are in short supply, cement and other materials are not easy to obtain, and people with skilled craftsmanship are hard to find.
***
Uncle Zhang personally took them to see the house.
The old man said, "Our area is next to the imperial palace. It was the palace of one of the emperor's brothers in the previous dynasty. When the previous dynasty came, they demolished the main hall and the whole road. The two roads to the west are where your house is now. The middle road was demolished to become an alley. The two roads to the east are our area. After hundreds of years, it has been divided into several parts."
"The two courtyards of the old Zhao family were originally a separate small cross-courtyard in the middle of the east road. After the Zhao family was relocated, more than a dozen families squeezed in..."
The group walked through two alleys and came to two gates with peeling red paint.
Uncle Zhang said regretfully, "This is a golden-pillared gate, originally used by officials and nobles."
Now all you can see is the ruins, without any trace of its original atmosphere.
After knocking on the door, a man with a bad face came out. He was about thirty years old.
Zhao Xian greeted Uncle Zhang with a polite smile, "Uncle Zhang, it's you."
He glanced at the men behind Uncle Zhang and fixed his gaze on Yan Jiuru.
Yan Jiuru nodded and said nothing.
Uncle Zhang introduced: "Brother Xian, this is the master of the Yan family to the west of us. He happened to be free today and came to see the house."
"Please come in. It's just that the inside is not very tidy. I'm sorry to bother you." Zhao Xian politely let the person in.
Yan Jiuru glanced around after entering the room.
How should I put it? I guess the people who moved out were not very happy. The screen walls in the front and back yards were all covered with traces of smoke and fire. The doors and windows of the back house were also demolished and broken, and there were several holes in the glass. It was originally supposed to be a woodshed or something, but it has been demolished, leaving traces all over the ground.
Turning to the back, the doors and windows of the main courtyard are still there, but someone has thrown feces and other filth on them, making them look terrible. The original corridors and the beauty chairs have also been carved with various words and messy graffiti by children. . . . .
The only good thing is that there is an open space of more than 20 square meters behind the main house. It was originally a setback and was turned into a vegetable garden. Now it is covered with snow.
The only thing about this house that still has some value is the location. The tiles on the roof are all good, and the structure and beams of the house are all made of top-quality materials. It will be no problem to live here for another hundred years.
However, the cost of cleaning it up is almost the same as finding a similar one.
Not to mention two small yellow croakers, Yan Jiuru didn't even want to give one.
"Why do you live like this?" Yan's father frowned.
He is a serious old farmer, and he would feel sad no matter whose house it is that is damaged like this.
Zhao Xian sneered, "Those people definitely wouldn't be like this when they live on their own. They're just teasing us!"
Grandpa Yan shook his head secretly.
As the matchmaker, Mr. Zhang had to talk both sides. He said, "It's indeed difficult to do, but this house has a good foundation. Your family is not in a hurry to move in. You have many men, so you can slowly clean it up."
Yan Jiuru frowned and said, "At most one. It's not about whether the house is worth it or not. You know it will take more than a year or two to clean up this house."
Zhao Xian felt a toothache.
It's so hard to sell their house. The first person was only willing to pay 500 yuan.
Their family had just returned to the city, so they had to be cautious and didn't dare to sell the house in a high-profile manner. They could only sell it through introductions from acquaintances. In the past ten days, there had been several groups of people who had come to see the house, but they all just shook their heads and left. They felt that they could buy a better one for the same price, so it wasn't worth the effort.
They didn't dare leave the house empty for too long, as they didn't know when someone who cared about them would move in again, and it would be even more difficult to drive them out then.
"Can you add a little more? I have a horse shed outside this wall. It used to hold two cars. Now you can clean it up and use it."
He took Yan Jiuru and others out through a hidden corner gate. Sure enough, outside the wall there was an almost collapsed, deserted garden of about 100 square meters. It was overgrown with weeds and all kinds of junk were scattered around. But if you looked closely, you could vaguely see floor tiles under the weeds.
"This land must be compacted, otherwise people would have cleared it to grow vegetables long ago." Grandpa Yan pointed out with experience after pulling away some weeds.
Since you can’t grow vegetables and no one has a car now, it’s a waste.
Yan Jiuru held up a finger and said, "One. I'll go through the formalities tomorrow. I'm going on a business trip the day after tomorrow, so I'm not sure when I'll be back."
Zhao Xian sucked his teeth and said, "Okay!"
Anyway, it's not his house, they are all his ancestors' properties. No matter if there are more or less, they will not fall into his hands alone.
A typical example of a son selling his father's land without feeling any remorse.
***
The next day, Yan Jiuru took Rushan with him to transfer the ownership: "This house is under your name, and I will clean it up for you to use for your wedding later."
Before leaving, Yan Jiuru gave the old man three small yellow croakers and said, "If you find something suitable recently, buy one for Rusong, Ruchun, and Ruyue. Whether they are getting married or not, they will have a place to stay. Consider this as a gift from me as their elder brother. I won't give them anything else when the time comes."
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