Chapter 149 The Landlord's Foolish Son Makes Money
The land in Wucheng is not as expensive as in Guangdong, Shanghai. If you have enough money, buying a few mountains is not a problem. No wonder it is called Xishan Villa. It turns out that all the people in the mountains west of Wucheng are rich!
The villa was halfway up the mountain, resembling a castle. Jingshu was struck by the sight. She couldn't help but recall the ridiculous claim by the Zhatian gang during their heist that they were going to rob Qian Duoduo. They probably couldn't even find his home, right? So, was that why they later changed it to an oil base?
"Thirteen, where is the young master? Over!"
"Eleven received, the young master is in the haunted house! Over!"
So Jingshu was taken to the haunted house. It was called a haunted house, but it was actually just some props. It was magnificent and everything was the same as before the end of the world.
According to the driver, when there was sunshine, the daily expenses for water, electricity, labor, etc. were around 300,000 yuan. If a banquet or an entertainment project was held, it would be calculated separately. After the end of the world, some expenses were reduced here.
"The criminal is you!!"
Suddenly, a loud shout startled Jingshu. The figure behind the dining table suddenly turned around and pointed at Jingshu and shouted.
Jingshu: “???”
"There's no such thing as high or low in reasoning, and there's no such thing as winning or losing. This is because... because there's only one truth!" The ten-year-old boy was seriously immersed in his own world.
Jingshu suddenly realized that this might be the landlord's idiot son. Compared to Niu's baby fat, he was much more delicate and handsome, and didn't look much like his father. He was about 1.6 meters tall, the same height as Jingshu.
But this naughty kid looks like he deserves a beating.
"Why don't you applaud?" The landlord's stupid son was unhappy because he didn't get the expected praise.
When dealing with a child with mental problems, we must be tolerant!
Jingshu clapped her hands vigorously, adding compliments: "Great!"
The landlord's silly son finally smiled a little. See, silly kids are easy to coax... That's weird!
Oh, by the way, after the driver revealed it, Jingshu knew that his name was Qian Shengqian, and he had a sister named Qian Qianjin.
"Is it heavy?" Jingshu asked in surprise.
The driver showed a puzzled expression, and Jingshu understood. This family's name... is awesome.
"Where's your dinner guy?"
Jingshu put the thermal box on the dining table and said, "The ice cream is all in it."
Qian Shengqian pressed the doorbell and saw a group of people in strange costumes and props coming in, each holding a plate of food in their hands.
Jingshu had a thought in her mind: "Animal, I don't know if I should say it or not. Isn't it about the guy who brings food? Doesn't that mean the ice cream he relies on for survival? What? Is he really going to eat?"
Qian Shengqian took out chopsticks and a small bowl that looked like ivory from his pocket and said, "You are not allowed to eat without them. Guests must bring their own bowls and chopsticks. This is the rule in my family. Although my father said thank you for making such delicious ice cream, I also have to abide by the family rules."
There is a little sense of pride in making money.
Got tricked...
Isn't it said that the son of a landlord is stupid? Is her definition of stupid wrong?
But fortunately, Jingshu’s space has everything.
Jingshu smiled as she opened the thermal box and took out the chopsticks and bowl from it. "Luckily I brought everything with me."
Qian Shengqian burst into laughter and said, "This is fake..." Then he turned the lifelike dish over and shook it hard. It turned out to be a prop.
Jingshu: "Haha." I won't argue with idiots. I need to stay calm. Stay calm.
But I really can’t help it! What’s the meaning of this naughty kid always playing tricks on others?
Qian Shengqian clapped his hands and said it was time to change props. Then he punched the clock in, "Now we start the Tom and Jerry story. You play Jerry, and I play Tom. I'm going to catch you. You'll let me catch you in a moment, and then! #￥%....?"
Jingshu looked strange and asked, "Are you... sure?"
…
Forgive Jingshu for being a mouse,
He accidentally beat up the cat Qian Shengqian several times, and he deliberately let himself be caught, and then he was pinned to the ground and beaten.
Qian Shengqian was in so much pain that tears streamed down her face. "This is different from the agreed plot."
Jing Shu breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't mice on TV beat up cats when they're caught?"
Qian Shengqian cried and hiccuped, "It seems to be like this..."
"Oh my, Miss Jing, I'm sorry. Mr. Qian originally invited you to dinner, but somehow the young master found out and intercepted you. Mr. Qian spent a long time looking for you. Did the young master tease you and make you do something weird? Oh my little ancestor, why are you crying?"
When we were having fun, a burly man with a hoarse voice rushed into the haunted house and told us the whole story.
Jingshu suddenly felt like she was in a mental hospital, where the director was asking her to do all sorts of weird things, only to have the real director come out and tell her: The person who just met you is actually mentally ill...
Jingshu said calmly: "Your young master is acting out a crying scene. Isn't he acting well? Aren't you going to applaud?"
The burly man was stunned for a moment, then immediately clapped his hands, "Young Master, your acting is so convincing!"
Qian Shengqian grinned.
Jingshu covered her face, saying she was called here for no apparent reason and asked to act. She wondered if her son wasn't just stupid, he might be mentally unstable...
It turned out that Jingshu should have had a meal with Mr. Qian directly, but because of the delay and some urgent matters, the meal was cancelled. However, Qian Shengqian was very satisfied with the spicy ice cream. To express his apology, Qian Duoduo even gave her some extra diesel and said that he would definitely treat her to a good meal next time.
"Next time, you play the cat and I'll play the mouse!"
When saying goodbye, money makes money say this.
Jingshu nodded with a smile and said, "If there is a next time, I will make sure you never forget it."
In the future, Qian will no longer need ice cream to make money, and Jingshu will not need diesel for the time being.
Jingshu should have enough ice cream to eat in this life. As the days in the future get increasingly cold, she won’t eat ice cream like this anymore. It’s time to make the milk stored at home into milk powder and milk flakes.
During this period, Jingshu transformed herself into a hardworking little bee. During the last two hottest months of the last ten years of the apocalypse, she dried all the vegetables, fruits, and various foods that could be dried so that they could be used during future migration and daily life.
For example, Jingma's favorite small white apricots were picked, eaten, and dried in batches, as well as dried apples in the yard, dried strawberries and raisins in the greenhouse.
The coconuts that had been planted for more than half a year matured and the yield was amazing. In addition to drinking them as usual, Jingshu made 3 cubic meters of coconut milk pulp from all the remaining coconuts. Then she cut down six coconut trees, planted 6 cubic meters of various fruits, and started to make dried fruits like crazy.
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