Fortunately, God allowed him to survive this difficult time, and he was able to live again, full of hatred.
He hated them for being greedy and driving away his wife and children. He also hated himself for being blind and unclear about people. He didn't realize the true face of these people early, and he didn't protect his wife and children, leaving them to live and die in other places.
unknown.
He didn't want to leave the things he had worked hard to save all his life to this group of white-eyed wolves. He wanted them to get nothing, so he deliberately took those benches while they were all around.
break.
Because he knew the character of those people, after he died, they would definitely happily move into this house, and then they would want to clear away the traces he left out of guilty conscience.
Even if they are reluctant to replace them because they are too expensive, they will definitely choose to sell those broken things into scrapyards.
In this way, the money he has accumulated in his life will not fall on this group of white-eyed wolves.
When the old man died, he looked at the stools piled in the corner and slowly showed a smile. He would let this group of white-eyed wolves get nothing.
He is now very glad that he converted most of his property into gold beads and hid them in those benches. A small part of the cash was deposited in the bank under the persuasion of his old friends, leaving only a small notebook.
The notebook was put into his collar.
He now knows very well that after he dies, those people may check whether he has any money on his body, but they will never change his clothes. As for the longevity clothes, they are even less likely to prepare them for him. In this way, the money
I will follow him underground.
As for this second-level house, let them be happy for a few days first. His old friend for many years had already entrusted him to donate this house when he came to see him last time.
His only request was for his wife and son, and the government staff also took the initiative to comply. If his wife and son were found, they would issue him a certificate allowing them to receive the money he had in the bank.
If they can't find their wife and son, they won't tell others, and they will pretend that they don't have the money.
The donation agreement has also been signed, and soon, someone from the government will come to take over the house, and they will have no choice but to disagree.
Of course Zhang Yu didn't know the story of these benches. He was just happy, happy, and happy about his good luck. He just lit a fire and picked up so many golden beads.
He has had a close relationship with these treasures recently. Looking back, he has obtained a lot of gold, silver and jewelry in the past six months.
Not to mention the treasures that were handed over to the country, just the ones given to him by the Xie family were enough for him to use for several lifetimes.
Not to mention that during that time, system sign-ins often included gold bricks. Those gold bricks have now accumulated to more than 50 pieces, and now I have obtained such a large bowl of gold beads.
Zhang Yu was carefully counting the property in his hands with his fingers, and suddenly realized that even without these gold and silver jewelry, he could still live a good life with no worries about food and clothing just with the money he had now.
[To be honest, I have been using Yeguoyuedu to read and catch up on books recently. I can switch sources and read aloud with many sounds. Yeguoyuedu is available for Android and Apple.]
The smell of braised pork attracted his attention. He could look at these golden beads anytime. The most important thing right now was that his pot of braised pork was about to be cooked.
Opening the lid of the pot, the aroma mixed with water vapor hits your nose, and the red, shiny, and trembling braised pork comes into view.
He didn't even have time to put it on the plate, so he scooped out a piece with a shovel, put it into his mouth without burning his mouth, took the first bite to the skin of the meat, and gently cut it down lengthwise with his teeth. The bottom layer was fat, but it was
Fat but not greasy, the next layer is lean meat, which melts in your mouth, and then there is another layer of fat meat, followed closely by another layer of lean meat, with clear layers and no sharp edges.
After taking a bite, he filled a plate full of braised pork, found a bowl of rice that he had cooked some time ago, and started eating.
After a while, more than half of the plate full of braised pork fell into his stomach. He was smacking his lips as he felt his full belly, feeling a little unfinished.
Even though he has a space subsidy and enough meat, because he eats with his family most of the time, he naturally can't eat it and can only occasionally satisfy his craving in the space by himself.
Therefore, as time goes by, it is inevitable that like ordinary people in this era, he will be a little lacking in oil and water. Of course, his greed is also a big reason.
After eating and drinking enough, he stayed in the space for a while. Looking at the wheat that was about to be harvested, he felt a little worried. With so much wheat, how long would it take for him to harvest it alone?
And if he wanted to eat the pigs he raised, he had to kill them himself. At this time, he didn't dare to take out a pig blatantly and let others help him kill it.
At this time, when others are starving, where did you get such a fat pig? If you take it out, it won't be able to go home.
But he had never killed such a thing before, and his sister-in-law in both lives had always thought that he was still young and would not let him kill chickens. He had never even killed chickens, so how could he kill pigs?
What he wants most now is to be able to sign in to another secret space fragment, so that he doesn't have to do anything anymore.
Thinking of this, he remembered that he hadn't signed in today. He may have felt that he didn't need it so much during this period. In addition, he knew part of the truth about time travel. In order to save energy, the things the system came out with during this period of time were becoming more and more perfunctory.
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He even signed in a sock the day before yesterday. You heard me right, it was just a sock, not even a pair.
No, I got a pair. They were signed in half a month ago, and they also signed in one sock. It was the same as the one signed in the day before yesterday. It was obviously one sock that was signed in twice.
What he eats and uses now was obtained by signing in to the previous system. Thinking of the generosity of the system during that time, and comparing it with now, he really wants to cry.
Fortunately, he did not sell these things at that time, but carefully stored them in the system space. Isn't this coming in handy now?
Thinking of the meat that occupies a large corner of the system space, especially the number of rabbits that signed in during that time, which filled a small corner, Zhang Yu looked at the chickens, ducks, geese and chickens in the space.
The pig was almost ready for slaughter, and he gradually became happy. Forget it, just take less. Anyway, he won't be short of meat for a while.
As for why there are not many rabbits in the group, it is very simple. He can't kill. Don't talk about him. How many young people in later generations have killed poultry themselves?
