"Serves him right! I heard he forced his own son to take the blame for his stepson!"
Li Guodong returned to the ward, slammed the door shut, and frantically searched for clean pants.
"Little beast...little beast..."
He cursed as he changed his pants, trembling with rage.
The dirty pants I took off were thrown directly into the trash can.
"Du Jianshan! I'm not finished with you!"
Li Guodong slumped onto the hospital bed, then suddenly remembered something, and his face turned even more pale.
"Xiuqin...Xiuqin went home to confront someone..."
He slapped his thigh: "Damn it! That little bastard must have run away!"
Thinking of his savings account with 1,300 yuan and his son who was about to marry into his family, Li Guodong felt dizzy.
"My money...my son!"
He beat his chest and stamped his feet, filled with deep regret.
If I had known this would happen, I should have crippled that little beast back then!
Now look what happened! He tried to steal a chicken but lost the rice instead, and even his original capital was gone!
Li Guodong grew angrier the more he thought about it, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest.
"Ouch...my...heart..."
He clutched his chest and collapsed onto the bed, his face deathly pale.
Hearing the commotion, the nurse outside pushed open the door and exclaimed, "Quick, someone come quick! The patient in bed 3 is having a heart attack!"
As Li Guodong was being carried onto the stretcher, he was still muttering incoherently:
"You...beast...I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."
at the same time.
Du Jianshan, clutching his savings book, headed straight for the county credit union.
"Comrade, I'd like to withdraw some money." He handed the passbook through the window.
The woman behind the counter adjusted her glasses, opened the passbook, and frowned: "Li Guodong? Who are you to him?"
Du Jianshan said sincerely, "I am his son, Du Jianshan."
“The passbook says Li Guodong’s name is on it; you need to have him come in person.”
Du Jianshan was prepared and pulled out a crumpled "certificate" from his pocket.
That was a blank letter he had taken from Li Guodong's suitcase last night, which he had written himself, imitating the handwriting.
“My dad is hospitalized and needs money urgently. This is his letter of authorization.”
The woman looked at him suspiciously for a moment, then sized up Du Jianshan. Seeing his calm expression, she finally nodded: "How much do you want?"
"Take it all."
Splash!
I received 1,300 yuan in cash.
Du Jianshan stuffed the money into his pocket, turned around and left.
In his past life, when he was a middleman, he remembered an abandoned alley on the west side of the county town. It was deserted during the day but bustling at night.
Du Jianshan knew the way well and slipped inside. As soon as he turned into the alley, someone whispered, "Brother, buying or selling?"
"Sell." Du Jianshan lowered his voice: "Property deed, furniture, grain coupons, all of it."
The other person looked him up and down, then beckoned: "Come with me."
After several twists and turns, we entered a dilapidated courtyard.
"Property deed?" A scarred man sat on a wooden crate, smoking.
Du Jianshan pulled out the property certificate and slammed it on the table: "Eight hundred, no bargaining."
Scarface flipped it open, grinned, and said, "Oh, from the family compound? That's a good location."
"Do you want it?"
"I'll take it!" Scarface readily counted the money. "But brother, is your property deed... clean?"
Du Jianshan sneered: "You dare accept something that's not clean?"
Scarface laughed heartily and pushed the money over: "Great!"
Next came grain coupons, cloth coupons, overcoats, leather shoes...
Du Jianshan sold all the belongings he had emptied last night and settled the accounts at the end.
"One thousand one hundred in total."
With the 1,300 in his savings account, he now has 2,400 in his pocket.
However, if you're going to the countryside, you'll need to buy some more essential supplies. Southern Xinjiang is sparsely populated, but there are plenty of livestock in the mountains.
Since we're going to the countryside, we have to go hunting in the mountains!
We'd need a double-barreled shotgun or a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.
"Do you have a gun?" Du Jianshan suddenly asked.
Scarface was taken aback: "Brother, what are you going to do..."
"For self-defense." Du Jianshan said expressionlessly, "When I go to the countryside, I'm afraid of wild animals."
Scarface shook his head: "We don't have the Type 56 or double-barreled shotguns. The city is strict about them; we only have homemade guns."
"A homemade gun?"
"Forty yuan. With iron shot, you can easily catch pheasants and rabbits, and even fool some big guys."
Du Jianshan thought for a moment and nodded: "Okay, let's play a round."
Scarface dragged a burlap sack from under the bed, pulled out a rusty iron gun, and a bag of gunpowder and iron shot.
"Be careful, don't let it go off accidentally."
Du Jianshan checked it, stuffed it into his spatial storage, and turned to leave.
Get on the train and run!
Du Jianshan, carrying his bundle, mingled with the crowd and boarded the southbound train.
The train carriage was packed with educated youth, some crying, some laughing, making a ruckus.
Du Jianshan found a seat by the window, hugged his bundle to his chest, and closed his eyes to rest.
at the same time.
Liu Xiuqin ran all the way home, and the moment she opened the door, she froze on the spot.
"This...this..."
Her lips trembled, her eyes widened, and the bundle in her hand fell to the ground with a "thud".
The house was completely bare!
No, it's worse than being destitute!
The kang (heated brick bed) is gone!
The cabinets are gone!
All the pots, pans, and utensils are gone!
Even the door curtain is gone!
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