Get Lost!

"You heartless wretch!" Jia Zhangshi sat on a small stool, her face pale, her eyes staring at him like needles.

She broke her leg the night before last, and she insisted that Liu Dong was the culprit, a debt she had long held against.

Liu Dong initially didn't want to engage, but since he had other plans for the day, he asked again, "How have I been heartless this time?"

"If it weren't for you, would my leg be broken?" Jia Zhangshi gritted her teeth.

"What does this have to do with me?" Liu Dong shrugged. "I also heard about Qin Huairu..."

"Shut up!" Jia Dongxu suddenly rushed out, his face changed.

If Liu Dong were to finish speaking, how would his wife ever be able to hold her head high in the yard again?

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything more." Liu Dong wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, he smiled and took out a few jars of wine. "These are old wines I brought from my hometown. I'm offering them to everyone so you can have a taste."

"Go home and get bowls, two jin for each family!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the courtyard erupted in chaos.

A bottle of this divine wine, worth 100,000 yuan per kilogram! Who wouldn't be envious?

In less than three minutes, everyone returned with their bowls. While distributing the wine, Liu Dong quietly activated the system and scanned their good and evil values.

The result made him grin from ear to ear:

Jia Zhangshi: Seven axes!

Jia Dongxu: Six!

Old Jia: Two!

Several middle-aged women were doing the same, each hanging up one or two bunches.

The entire courtyard, when you look up, looks like you've entered an arms shop, with axes everywhere.

Fuck!

These people are all heartless wolves and wolves in sheep's clothing.

Okay, you guys are ruthless.

We'll see.

Liu Dong greeted them with a smile, then turned and went back into the house.

Upon entering, without saying a word, he pulled out a piece of paper, picked up a pen, and wrote two characters—【Jia Zhangshi】.

To avoid mistaking someone, they even added a small note: No. 7, Luogu Lane, South of Beijing.

Step 2: Pour the curse wine onto the paper.

Step 3: Ignition!

With a whoosh, flames shot up, and the paper was instantly engulfed in flames.

Immediately afterwards, a huge virtual screen appeared before his eyes, as clear as a movie theater—only he could see it.

The camera is focused on the Intermediate People's Court.

Everyone drank and chatted about Liu Dong. The men continued playing chess, while the women chatted incessantly.

The sun climbed higher and higher, shining directly on where Jia Zhangshi was sitting, the shade of the trees long gone. She was panting from the heat and turned to call her son, "Dongxu! Move over! It's scorching hot!"

Her left leg was in a splint and she couldn't move it, so she could only sit in a chair.

Jia Dongxu walked over, grabbed the back of the chair with one hand, and pulled it backward forcefully.

Normally, the chair should slide backward smoothly.

But this time, the chair's two back legs snapped off!

He lost his balance and fell to the ground with a thud.

"Oh my god—it hurts! It hurts so much!"

"My leg! My other leg!"

A scream like a pig being slaughtered rang out.

The neighbors were in a panic. When they went over to take a look, they were shocked to find that the right leg, which had been perfectly fine, was now broken.

Looking at the screen, Liu Dong smiled, and only one word popped into his mind: Awesome!

But this is not enough.

Now comes the main event.

He got up and went out, heading straight to the side room. He took out a wrench and unscrewed all the valve cores from the front and rear tires of the tricycle.

*Pfft*—air leaked out in gusts, the tire deflated as if it had been pulled out of its socket.

After finishing this task, I went back to my room to wash my hands, my movements as swift as if nothing had happened.

I had just dried my hands when I heard a knock on the door.

"Liu Dong! Open the door! Open the door now!" Old Jia shouted at the door.

Liu Dong slowly opened the door, looking surprised: "What's going on?"

Jia Dongxu said anxiously, "My mom's legs are both broken, we need to get her to the hospital right away! Can I borrow your bicycle?"

"No problem!" Liu Dong said cheerfully. "We're all neighbors, no need to be so polite!"

"Come on, come with me to get the car!"

The group followed him to the side room.

As soon as the door opened, they pushed the tricycle out.

Yi Zhonghai immediately noticed something was wrong: "Hey? Liu Dong, why are your tires flat?"

"Front tire flat, right rear tire flat... Hey, all three wheels are flat! How am I supposed to ride?"

Liu Dong slapped his forehead in feigned annoyance: "Oops, it broke down at the crucial moment! Don't worry, I have to take the wheels off, carry them to pump up the tires, and then I'll have to make a round trip to put them back together."

"At least two hours!"

"I can't wait any longer!" Jia Dongxu stamped his feet anxiously.

"Let's go! Let's switch to pulling a handcart!" Old Jia grabbed him and turned to leave.

Liu Dong watched them leave, then slowly pushed the tricycle into the side room and closed the door.

The smile on his face hadn't faded.

No sooner had Jia Dongxu and Yi Zhonghai left than Liu Dong raised his hand and a pump appeared in his hand.

When he bought that used tricycle, he also got this thing from the repair shop owner.

He usually keeps this stuff in his personal wine cellar—whether he needs it or not is another matter, but having it on hand always saves him from getting scolded.

Hiss... hiss... hiss...

In less than ten minutes, all three wheels were bulging up.

Want to hitch a ride on my tricycle?

With five "wronged" characters written on your forehead, how dare you open your mouth like that? Get lost!

The courtyard is quiet again.

Liu Dong quickly stir-fried two dishes for lunch, and after finishing the meal, he felt like he had done a heavy job, with sweat pouring down his forehead.

After eating, I took a cold shower, lay down on the bed, and when I opened my eyes again it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun is finally not so scorching anymore, and the weather has cooled down.

He got up and pulled out all the dirty clothes he had accumulated over the past few days.

These days, washing machines are a rarity, and without a wife or mother to help with the setup, you have to do it all yourself.

Fortunately, Liu Dong is not delicate; washing clothes and cooking are as easy for him as drinking water.

There is only one water tap in the entire courtyard, located in the middle courtyard.

That's for everyone to share.

Besides the water fountain, the other public area was the toilet, which was located in a corner near the gate in the front yard.

Liu Dong tucked a bar of soap into his pocket, carried a basket of clothes, and strolled to the Intermediate People's Court.

There weren't many people.

The Jia family went to the hospital, and Yi Zhonghai, being Jia's apprentice, naturally went along.

He Daqing was not in the house, but He Yuzhu was sitting in the courtyard enjoying the cool air.

This silly Zhu is a bit strange. While everyone in the courtyard is rolling their eyes at him, this kid has a little red heart shining on his forehead.

Ok?

Does Sha Zhu still have some feelings for me?

Ha... He really is a fool.

"Dong-ge, doing laundry?" He Yu-zhu saw him and spoke up.

"Hmm," Liu Dong replied. "Silly Zhu, are you resting here? Have you eaten yet?"

"I've already eaten!" He Yuzhu leaned closer. "I heard from the neighbors that the neighborhood committee arranged a job for you? You're going to work at the steel rolling mill?"

"Yes," Liu Dong smiled, "a full-time employee."

"My dad said...you made 60 million selling alcohol? Really?" He Yuzhu's eyes widened like saucers, his face full of admiration.

Liu Dong waved his hand: "Hey, it's nothing, just pocket money. Silly Zhu, if you ever run out of money, just ask me, I'll lend you some!"

"No, no, no!" He Yuzhu waved his hands repeatedly. "If I dare to touch your money, my dad will skin me alive!"

He stared at Liu Dong, his eyes sparkling: Brother Dong is amazing, he calls 60 million "small change"?