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Three hundred and sixty-one luck

Zhao Wenzhuo exchanged some national food stamps with his colleagues, then put them in a letter and sent it out at noon that day. After that, he has been waiting for a reply from his hometown.

And because he couldn't hold back the enthusiasm of the group of people outside, Zhang Yu deliberately hid for several days. When these people finally lost their enthusiasm and stopped coming all the way to see it as a show, he finally relaxed.

Take a breath.

And every time Zhang Guifang saw her nephew acting sneaky when he came home, she was afraid that someone would see him, so she couldn't help but laugh for a while.

But things must come to an end.

As time went by, the number of people who came to watch the fun began to gradually decrease.

Until one day when he went home, there was no one watching the excitement at the door. Zhang Yu felt a little surprised.

The next day, when Zhang Yu passed by the gate of the courtyard again, he took a special look around. There was also no one there. It seemed that that group of people really would not come to watch the fun anymore.

This matter is finally over.

The matter of the house has been perfectly solved, and it is over. No one will have any ideas about this house in the future, and no one will use the name of this house to disturb their lives. This makes Zhang Yu feel worried.

The stone finally fell to the ground.

Immediately, he felt relieved, and then when he looked at the more than twenty check-ins accumulated on the system page, Zhang Yu thought that such a wonderful time, how could he not sign in to join in the fun.

I'm happy today, I'm lucky, maybe I'll get something good.

Speaking of this check-in, we have to talk about the new functions that have appeared after the upgrade.

Speaking of which, he didn't find out about the system upgrade at first.

It wasn't until twelve o'clock one day that Zhang Yu suddenly remembered that he hadn't signed in that day, and felt a pity for it.

After all, although he is not short of supplies, no one would mind having too much stuff, right?

Even if you don't use it yourself, you can exchange it with others and store it with other things.

Unexpectedly, when I signed in the next day, two sign-in pages actually appeared.

After searching for a long time, he finally found a line of small words in the corner of a certain page.

Those are really small characters. If he hadn't had good eyesight in his life and was looking carefully at that time, he might not have been able to see which line was the characters.

If you look at it differently, you might have thought it was a row of small black dots.

After he looked at it carefully, he realized that the system had been upgraded again without his knowledge.

The number of daily check-ins in the upgraded system will be automatically accumulated if not used that day.

The current system is not so much a sign-in system as it is a lottery system.

Seeing that the page had accumulated more than 20 check-ins, Zhang Yu washed his hands in an attempt to reverse his luck.

Normally, it would be impossible for him to keep the number of times he signed in.

Except for special circumstances, he basically signs in for the day after waking up every morning.

The reason why he hasn't signed in these days is because he had bad luck some time ago.

I haven't picked anything good for more than half a month.

The best thing was a box of shortbread cookies, the rest were either worn underpants or vests with holes in them.

By the way, one day he even picked up a smelly sock worn by someone. The smell was really amazing. As soon as he took it out of the space, it made him burst into tears. In the end, he couldn't help but spit it out.

It's definitely not that he's being pretentious, it's just that the smell of those socks is so heady.

To put it bluntly, those socks could have been used as biological and chemical weapons during the war. Zhang Yu believed that no enemy could withstand the smell emitted by those socks.

The smell of smelly socks lingered in his bedroom for a long time. Zhang Yu didn't dare to go back to his room for several days. There was no way around it because the smell was too overwhelming.

After the smell had dissipated for several days, the smell of noodles in the house finally subsided.

Zhang Yu finally dared to hold his nose and rush into the house, and took out the dirty socks that could stand up on his own.

He would never dare to put this thing in his space. He didn't want to eat food that smelled like smelly socks.

In those days, many people in the courtyard looked at him strangely.

Zheng Gouzi and his eldest brother looked directly at his feet, and even pretended to remind him casually that he should pay attention to personal hygiene and wash frequently.

Zhang Yu was almost furious at the sight, but he had no choice. He couldn't just take off his shoes and shout to others that he had washed his feet.

Not to mention that those are not his socks, otherwise I am afraid that I will have another label with special quirks on my body.

That is the black pot that cannot be washed clean.

But because the pair of socks had been left in the house for several days, the whole room was smelly. So even if the socks were thrown out and all the doors and windows were opened for ventilation, there was still a faint smell in the house.

In order to eliminate the smell, Zhang Yu took apart all the removable and washable items in the room and cleaned them. The items that could not be removed and washed were also left in the sun for two days.

Those cabinets and other items were all taken out, washed with water, and then exposed to the sun in the yard. At this time, he didn't care that doing so would damage the furniture.

For him at that time, as long as he could get rid of the smell, he could do anything.

Anyway, from that day on, Zhang Yu didn't dare to sign in again, for fear that he would accidentally sign in and something else would come out.

He was really disappointed with his luck in those days.

Zhang Yu adjusted his clothes again. If bathing and fasting could improve his luck, he would probably do it again.

After doing everything, he sat upright in the chair, took a deep breath, and then pointed his finger at the sign-in on the system page.

"System, enable continuous signing mode."

"Ding, the continuous signing mode has been turned on."

"Congratulations to the host for successfully signing in. You have received ten pounds of beef, ten pounds of mutton, two boxes of pastries, two boxes of gloves, ten towels, and two quilts..."

As the system broadcasts one after another, a bunch of miscellaneous things also appear in the system space.

Facing these things, Zhang Yu's reaction was mediocre, but he also breathed a sigh of relief.

Although there are not as many things coming out of this check-in as before, they are finally not the bad things I pulled out some time ago.

At least there would be no misunderstanding, and he could use it. He just said that his luck could not always be so bad. He had extracted a lot of good things from the system in the past.

But Zhang Yu was still too young, and he believed too much in Tongpin's sign-in system, so he was relieved too early.

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