Chapter 120

The next day, Qiu Mingquan went to the city center again.

Having earned so much in the past few days, he has been thinking about adding something to his family for a long time.

"I want to buy more for my grandparents, okay?" Qiu Mingquan said excitedly.

Feng Rui snorted: "Go ahead, you have to spend money to make money."

After thinking about it, he said again: "Don't spend too much, save some money!"

Qiu Mingquan froze for a moment, then fell silent in a sense of loss.

Although the money belonged to him, for some reason, he always felt that it was more like Feng Rui's property.

After a while, Feng Rui realized something. He pondered for a moment, and opened his mouth slowly.

"Qiu Mingquan, this money belongs to you." He explained solemnly, "But since you asked me, I will of course do my best to give you the best advice."

Qiu Mingquan lowered his head and said "hmm".

Feng Rui said calmly, "If you don't know how to make money, you are a fool, if you do not spend money, you are a miser. But for things like spending money, don't worry about it now."

"En." Qiu Mingquan felt inexplicably at ease when he heard his steady voice.

It was the first time that this man was willing to explain to him seriously, and he could hear the earnestness in these words.

Feng Rui's tone was full of pride: "These days, you think such compound interest is already scary, right? But next, there will be the most frenzied and alluring feasts in the history of wealth in China. Make sure you save enough money before this feast comes. Do you understand?"

The most frenetic and alluring feast of wealth? ...

Qiu Mingquan was so shocked that his mind was at a loss. He felt confused, but he knew instinctively that this man would never lie to him, and he was not even exaggerating.

What kind of opportunity it was, he couldn't think of it.

He has been living at the bottom of the society in his previous life, without any higher education, the only thing he knows is to buy real estate around 2000, but that is too early, isn't it?

By the way, it seems that there are still stocks.

But he doesn't know how to get rich in stocks. With his limited knowledge, he only vaguely knows that there seem to be quite a few people who have lost their fortunes in the Chinese stock market.

"Don't worry, leave everything to me." CEO Feng Da solemnly promised.

Qiu Mingquan nodded, feeling suddenly relaxed.

Yes, Feng Rui will not harm him. Walking on the second floor of the boutique shopping mall, Qiu Mingquan greedily looked at the dazzling array of products. At the men's and women's clothing counters, he chose two sets of thick autumn clothes for men and women, a thick woolen hat and cotton gloves.

After thinking about it, he added a pair of cotton shoes to each of the two old men. In total, it only cost more than two hundred yuan.

"What about you?" Feng Rui reminded.

"I don't need it anymore." Qiu Mingquan was satisfied, "You said, you need to save money!"

"Oh, then I'll take you to eat something good to celebrate." Feng Rui felt a little uncomfortable.

This child... Oh no, he is obviously in his dozens of years, so why is he so harsh on himself?

Instructing Qiu Mingquan to make three turns and two detours, they entered a remote path.

It's not far from the boutique shopping mall, and it's cold and windy in winter, but the small shop that Feng Rui directed him to enter has a very good business.

The signboard tree of "Wangji Sanxian Small Wonton" was at the door. When Qiu Mingquan came in, it was just after five o'clock in the afternoon. In the small shop, the diners were full, and the mellow aroma of food came to the face.

"This is the famous small wonton stall with fresh meat in Dongshen City. Try it. It's only 80 cents, and the meat stuffing inside is rare and fresh." Feng Rui looked at the steaming wonton in front of Qiu Mingquan with emotion. Memories flooded my mind again.

This genuine small wonton shop disappeared in the tide of demolition in the old city. In his previous life, he came back from studying abroad and came to this old shop. Unfortunately, he returned disappointed, and the delicious food has become a nostalgia.

Qiu Mingquan was surprised: "Isn't the fresh meat wonton outside only 50 cents?!"

"Of course good things are more expensive. A place like Dongshen City never lacks rich people." Feng Rui said lightly, "Food is the most important thing for the people."

Sure enough, Qiu Mingquan took a closer look at the diners, all of them were neatly dressed and beautiful, obviously more decent than those neighbors in the shanty town.

A steaming bowl of three fresh wontons was placed on the table.

In the clear soup base, there are bright yellow egg shreds, light red shrimp skin, and black seaweed, all of which are delicious in color and fragrance. Gently scoop up a small wonton with a small spoon. The skin is translucent, small and gratifying.

Swallowing it one at a time, Qiu Mingquan only felt that his mouth was full of fragrance, which was extremely delicious.

"Pure meat stuffing, pork mixed with a little fresh shrimp. Real ingredients, absolutely fresh." Feng Rui asked proudly, "How about it, fresh meat wrapped in thin skin, isn't the taste salty, fragrant and smooth? Absolutely?"

Qiu Mingquan took one after another, the delicious and smooth wonton filling mixed with the slightly hot three delicacies soup on the tip of his tongue, it was so fresh that he almost bit off his tongue.

It's so delicious... In the last life, or in this life, I have never eaten such a delicious thing!

"That's natural. I was so picky about food when I was a child, and I liked everything here." Feng Rui felt Qiu Mingquan's astonishing admiration, and was suddenly a little depressed.

Even if he moved his index finger a lot, it was impossible for him, who didn't even have a body, to eat as much food as he did in his previous life.

Qiu Mingquan stopped suddenly while eating.

"Come on me..." he whispered.

Feng Rui was silent for a while, suddenly feeling a little overwhelmed. This guy...is he pitying himself?

Under the battle between heaven and man, he still quickly occupied that body, and when the delicious memory slipped between his lips and teeth, he almost shed tears.

What a shame!

Qiu Mingquan watched President Feng drank the last sip of fresh soup in the bowl with great care, sucked a trace of seaweed into his throat, and asked curiously, "Did you live nearby when you were young?"

"Yes, my house is nearby." Feng Rui's voice became a little weird, and he sighed softly, "Let's go."

After walking out of the small wonton shop, Qiu Mingquan followed Feng Rui's instructions and walked towards an unfamiliar street.

But the doubts in his heart were bigger than ever.

In the schoolbag, apart from the huge sums of money that he carried with him, there was another strange thing.

These days, Feng Rui repeatedly told him that no matter what, he must keep the three high-grade gold carving pens and not sell them.

Now, the remaining three gold pens were quietly lying in his schoolbag.

"Later, listen to my instructions. If you see a woman, sell these three pens to her." When Feng Rui said these words, his voice was calm, but Qiu Mingquan had a strange feeling, as if This man, who has always been calm and arrogant, has great anxiety.

It was almost dusk, and the cold winter wind gradually became howling, blowing on the body, with a kind of biting cold.

Qiu Mingquan walked for a while, and gradually found that the scenery on the roadside became more and more beautiful, and there were fewer and fewer pedestrians passing by.

Every house on the side of the road has its own garden, with lush flowers and trees and small courtyards, and small bungalows with foreign architectural styles are hidden.

Even in this era, even after more than half a century of isolation and historical tribulations, there are many wealthy but low-key families living in the depths of this historic city.

"It's right there." Suddenly, Feng Rui's voice was a little hoarse, and he seemed a little scared like nostalgia, "See that black New Crown car on the corner of the street? You go over there and knock on the window."

"Oh, and then?" Qiu Mingquan asked ignorantly.

"Just ask the woman in the car if you want to buy the gold pen in your hand." After a pause, he hesitated again, "Forget it, anyway, you can let me get up next time, and I will talk."

Qiu Mingquan let out a "hmm", affected by his strange emotion, his heart suddenly beat wildly in a strange way.

He slowly walked towards the black car at the end of the small street in the setting sun.

It was a new Toyota Crown rarely seen in Dongshen City. The low-key and elegant model was smooth and spacious. Although Qiu Mingquan didn't understand cars at all, he could still feel the elegance exuded by the brand-new body.

When he got closer, he hesitated for a moment, then lightly raised his finger, and tapped on the dark car window.

...Liu Shuyan was holding a book of Tagore's poems in her hand, and was reading it leisurely in the air-conditioned car, when suddenly there was a knocking sound from the car window.

He raised his head in surprise, and saw a handsome boy's face appearing out of the car window, with big black eyes open, looking pure and well-behaved.

Liu Shuyan felt so strange, this child is very face-to-face, could it be his son's classmate?

The car window was lowered slowly, Qiu Mingquan just froze. This aunt's face is really beautiful!

Curved willow-leaf eyebrows, a pair of autumn water-like pupils that are as gentle as water, clear and dark, with a faint smile on the oval face, and curly hair that is not outdated even in later generations.

Her face has a highly recognizable natural beauty like Hong Kong and Taiwan actresses in the 1980s and 1990s. Except for a faint red lipstick, she does not wear any makeup.

"Little friend, what do you do?" Liu Shuyan asked with a gentle smile after waiting for a while.

As she got closer, she had already seen clearly Qiu Mingquan's shabby attire, and overturned the idea that this was her son's classmate.

Qiu Mingquan waited for a while, but before Feng Rui could speak, he suddenly came to his senses, quickly took out an exquisite 50 gold carving pen from his backpack, and held it up to the car window nervously.

"Auntie, do you need a gold pen? Hero brand, famous brand authentic, when the country's leaders go abroad, they use this model to give to foreign friends."

Sure enough, immediately, there was an extra voice in my mind: "I warn you, don't take me off at any time in the future! Listen, the most important thing now is to help me find Master Yuanhui—"

Qiu Mingquan acted as if he couldn't hear, like a deaf person, and let the sound bombard him.

Once reborn, the frightening thing is not the unimaginable thing of rebirth, but that when he woke up, he was holding a strange jade pendant tightly in his hand, and there was a ghost in that pendant!

This ghost was undoubtedly the handsome man who fell from the building with him.

What group president is here, it is said that the surname is Feng?

After clarifying the situation, President Feng, who was originally cold and arrogant, seemed to have quickly entered the process of "finding countermeasures".

First, he arrogantly asked Qiu Mingquan why he came out and tripped him, and then blamed Qiu Mingquan for breaking his life-saving jade pendant, which caused him to die—oh no, he died young.

After repeatedly confirming the real rebirth, he immediately faced the reality, calmly and logically ordered Qiu Mingquan to put down everything, and immediately followed his instructions to find some master Yuanhui he knew to try to crack his dilemma.

After listening silently for a few days, Qiu Mingquan finally gave this person a definition.

--A ghost who died unjustly and was unwilling to be reincarnated.

"What a ghost! It doesn't even have a body, neither a blood-red tongue nor half of a head. I want to be able to float around!" President Feng was indignant.

He is just a remnant soul, sealed in jade!

In order to let Qiu Mingquan, who was going to school, get more sleep, the two old people would always prepare meals early, but today is Sunday, so Qiu Mingquan got up early sensiblely so that his grandparents could rest for a while.

Qiu Mingquan tiptoed outside the house, first took some cold water from the public faucet in the yard, and washed his face hastily.

After washing, he ran to the eaves of his house, picked up the pitch-black tin stove, picked up a few pieces of briquettes with tongs from under the broken linoleum cloth that sheltered the rain, and started to light the fire.

Although in the late 1980s, some households had begun to popularize bottled gas tanks, but for their shantytowns, the laying of pipelines brought about by urban development has not yet benefited here.

This kind of tin stove, which disappeared in later generations, uses a thing called honeycomb coal, which is equivalent to five or six cents a piece if bought alone, but more people make semi-finished honeycomb coal by themselves, which is cheaper.

Although they are all familiar neighbors, the briquettes are all piled up under the eaves outdoors, and from time to time, someone will shamelessly steal a piece when they run out.

No, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback when he saw the row of briquettes in his house.

Two dollars less!

A trace of anger rose in Qiu Mingquan's heart.

When he encountered this kind of thing in his teens in his previous life, he was lonely and young at home, so he could only swallow his anger, but now, after all, his mind is already an adult in his 30s and 40s, so such bullying seems particularly irritating.

The coal at the bottom of the coal stove has been completely extinguished after burning overnight.

Qiu Mingquan carefully took out the extinguished coal, put the one that was still burning at the bottom, and put a new one on top, aligning it with the hole.

Red flames slowly burned up from below, Qiu Mingquan lay down on a pot of water, began to wash rice in the aluminum pot, cleaned a few sweet potatoes along the way, chopped them and put them in.

During the busy time, the neighbors also began to get up one after another, cooking and boiling water in the public courtyard.

"It's so early for Koizumi." Sister-in-law Wang next door walked over, yawning and beating her waist. When passing by the coal stove of Qiu Mingquan's house, she poured a small half pot of water into her own pot.

"Auntie got up late and didn't have time to boil the water, please borrow some hot water."

I have been an old neighbor for many years, and they say it is a loan, so that it will not make people feel distressed enough to turn their heads. The means of life of these petty bourgeois is indeed a very subtle, quasi-cunning thing.

"I'm upset, why don't you just scold her boldly?" In his heart, President Feng's voice was cold, "This kind of petty citizen has seen that you are weak and deceitful, hateful!".

Qiu Mingquan was provoked by him, and he raised his head as expected.

The small and thin young man looked at Aunt Wang with his dark eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold her down.

"I didn't have a fever today, so you can borrow it from someone else." His voice was calm, and his eyes were as black as a deep pool.

Aunt Wang's heart trembled for no reason. The child's eyes! Why does it seem to be different suddenly?

Feeling guilty, her voice became louder instead: "Oh, it's not borrowing money, just a little hot water, be careful the more you dig, the poorer you will be!"

Qiu Mingquan stared at her sullenly, but he didn't let go of his little hands: "That's right, our family is old and young, and we can't afford to be taken advantage of by others all the time. If you are poor, you must be poor."

Many of the neighbors around laughed, Mingquan, a kid who usually can't make a dull fart with three sticks, is very powerful today.

Aunt Wang was very angry at this moment, she grabbed the pot forcefully, a few drops of hot water splashed out, and just splashed on Qiu Mingquan's hand, Qiu Mingquan immediately let go of his hand with a loud cry!

Aunt Wang leaned back, and half of the pot of hot water was poured onto her arms. The pot fell to the ground with a bang, and half of the rice in it was spilled.

"Oh! It hurts me to death!" Aunt Wang screamed.

Qiu Mingquan knew in his heart that it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and when the water came out at this temperature and encountered cold air, it would not really hurt people.

Immediately, two big roosters leaped over to the side, pecking at the rice on the ground with vigor, clucking excitedly, their wings flying around, and it was very lively.

Liu Qinhua from the barber shop next door was at the door of her house, combing her hair slowly: "Did Koizumi get burned? Be careful."

Aunt Wang was startled and angry there, and while jumping and blowing the back of her hand, she grabbed Qiu Mingquan: "You little bastard, you deliberately hurt me, see if I don't kill you!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan was an adult in his 30s and 40s, how could he be frightened by this battle, he just looked at her quietly frowning.

The two were close, and Aunt Wang was shocked when she saw his calm expression. Why is the child's eyes so creepy?

But her arm was hurting, and she had never suffered such a disadvantage, so she slapped her head and face: "I will teach you a lesson for your grandparents!"

Feng Rui felt the same in Qiu Mingquan's body, and immediately felt a burning pain, and couldn't help being furious.

--This shrew, hitting his host is not hitting him!

"Don't fight her hard, you're pretending to be cowardly." He cheerfully suggested.

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and really listened to his idea, and screamed weakly: "Ah! It hurts!"

"Aunt Wang, don't hit me, I didn't mean it! My water...is all for you."

He cried miserably, and then hugged Aunt Wang's leg with his hands again, pawing at the ground with both hands, and wiped the putty all over Aunt Wang's body vigorously: "Aunt Wang, don't hit me!"

Aunt Wang blushed, she saw that her new trousers were full of mud, she was about to suffer from angina pectoris, she quickly pulled Qiu Mingquan's hand: "Get lost!"

"Don't hit me! Woooooooooooo..."

Aunt Wang's five-year-old and third-year-old are jumping around, and Qiu Mingquan's small body is especially pitiful next to her legs. This time, many neighbors couldn't stand it.

Liu Qinhua walked over quickly, grabbed Qiu Mingquan, and blocked Aunt Wang angrily: "A grown-up is not ashamed to beat a child!"

Aunt Wang gave a "pooh" in embarrassment: "Midget your own business, be careful not to open the door for business!"

Liu Qinhua's family owned a barber shop, and the businessman was very superstitious, so he immediately jumped up: "I don't have a business and I'm poor, and I don't want to think about orphans and old people! Those who have no conscience are struck by lightning!"

In the courtyard, the noise, women's scolding and rooster crowing, flew up.

President Feng looked curiously through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, quite shocked.

In his life, he has always lived a good and decent life. How has he ever been in such close contact with this fresh market atmosphere?

Qiu Mingquan shrank behind Liu Qinhua and pulled her: "I'm fine, thank you Aunt Liu."

He used to be reserved and reticent, but this sincere thank you made Liu Qinhua's heart soften.

Bowing her head and stroking his soft and black hair, Liu Qinhua waved her hand proudly: "The hair is so long, come tomorrow, I'll give you a free haircut!"

The hot water on the stove boiled, Qiu Mingquan changed to a steamer and put the sweet potato porridge on it, after a while the porridge started bubbling with sweet potato aroma.

At this moment, Aunt Wang's husband, Wu Dagen, who was cooking, coughed violently.

"Hey, what's going on?" Aunt Wang turned her head and saw a puff of black smoke coming out of her own stove, with a strange smell.

Wu Dagen suddenly roared: "Which little bastard, piss on my briquettes!"

The neighbors around burst into laughter, and those who were close took a cattail fan and slammed it hard to prevent the smell of urine from wafting into their homes, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, your own boy is also a mischievous one, why? Didn't he do it?"

"Hey, what kind of bastard is so wicked!" Aunt Wang smelled the foul smell and saw the black smoke billowing. She jumped her feet angrily, and yelled so loudly that the whole yard could hear, " I caught it, I'll beat your ass and you can't take care of yourself!"

While cursing vigorously, Qiu Mingquan stood in front of her and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I did it."

Aunt Wang was stunned for a while, but didn't understand for a moment.

The boy in front of him had a clear voice, and his black eyes were neither humble nor condescending: "Recently, my house has been throwing coal balls all the time. I lost dozens of dollars. Last night, I urinated on my coal balls, and I wanted to see who will steal."

The ears of the neighbors around were all pricked up, and they all understood at this moment, and laughed out loud with a "puchi".

This little girl from the Qiu family is usually dull, but she has a lot of eyes.

Aunt Wang came to her senses, her big face flushed red: "Bah! It's none of our business that you piss on your own briquettes! My kid will piss too!"

Qiu Mingquan let out an "oh", and suddenly threw out a trump card: "Under the coal balls of my house, a small corner was picked off."

He picked up a piece of coal from his home with his backhand, and there was a missing corner on it.

Then he tilted his head, showing a naive expression: "Aunt Wang, where's your briquettes?"

He stretched out his hand and was about to lift the briquettes at Wu Dagen's feet, but Aunt Wang screamed guiltyly: "Stop!..."

The neighbors around all understood, and couldn't stop laughing. Liu Qinhua was even more overjoyed, and slapped her hands: "Oh, that's true!"

Aunt Wang raised her eyebrows, turned her head to Qiu Mingquan and cursed: "Little bastard has no father to teach, no mother to control! You are just farting!"

Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly, his snow-white teeth were unexpectedly sharp: "If my parents teach me to steal, I'd rather not."

Hearing such words in the previous life, the young heart would naturally feel pain and feel inferior, but now... the waves have long since calmed down.

Wu Dagen is an honest person, and he didn't know what his wife did, but now he was so ashamed that his black and red face was about to bleed.

He thumped to the coal pile in his house, stretched out his hand to move a few briquettes, walked to the door of Qiu Mingquan's house, and put them down without saying a word!

One after another, he moved a full fifty yuan before he stopped panting.

Aunt Wang was furious, and blurted out: "Why pay him so much! I only took a dozen yuan at most--" As soon as the words came out, all the people, young and old, burst into laughter.

Liu Qinhua grinned, and laughed haha: "Look, he's still a habitual thief. If you don't admit it, call the police to investigate. My boss can work at the police station, so arrest him directly!"

The eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family is nineteen years old this year, and he attended the technical secondary school police officer school early. At that time, after the technical secondary school, he had the status of a cadre directly, and he could basically be contracted and assigned to state-owned enterprises and public institutions.

Like the eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family, he went to the police station after he came out of technical secondary school, which is really a good thing for the family.

Beside the faucet, Liu Dongfeng smiled naively, showing half of his arm in winter: "Mom, we can't arrest people casually."

Liu Dongfeng was nineteen years old, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes. After several years of training in the police academy, he had already grown into a strong and healthy body. He was particularly dazzling among the generally weak boys and girls in the 1980s.

Liu Qinhua looked at her son, full of pride: "The smallest thief is still a thief, you have to protect the people!"

Liu Dongfeng bared his teeth and gave a military salute: "Serve the people!"

... At this moment, there was a sneer with a strange sneer at the gate of the compound.

"Oh, it's early in the morning, and I don't go to work." Four or five men who were sloppy walked into the door swaggeringly. The leader was in his thirties, and his face was full of flesh.

The man stood at the door, looked around, and suddenly stretched out his foot, kicking down the coal stove closest to him!

The pot fell, and all the sweet potatoes and porridge that Qiu Mingquan had just cooked fell on the ground. The burning coal balls were broken into pieces, and when they touched the cold ground, they were quickly extinguished.

"It's just right that we are all at home. Have you considered everything I mentioned last time?" The man looked around the crowd with a scornful smile, and swung a thick wooden stick in his hand, making a sharp "whoosh" sound. .

Qiu Mingquan's fist was suddenly clenched.

"What's wrong? What's going on here?" Feng Rui keenly sensed something unusual - since he was reborn, he saw Qiu Mingquan as calm and good-tempered, but now, he can even feel Qiu Mingquan's presence A grief that could no longer be suppressed.

It was as if a fierce lava was about to burst out, burning the man in front of him to death!

I asked Grandpa Qiu, but he said that he had never moved, so Qiu Mingquan was the only one left.

How did he get so much money at such a young age? Although he finally got it back, what did he do?

Grandpa Qiu took a closer look, and when he saw the wound on his face, his heart skipped a beat.

This child is an abandoned baby picked up by the old couple. It was in the middle of winter, and such a delicate swaddling baby with blue flowers was lying on the side of the road. They couldn't bear to see such a young child left alone, and the social welfare institutions were not perfect. Ask After a long time, they couldn't find a good place for the abandoned baby. As a last resort, I adopted it.

Qiu Mingquan has been well-behaved and obedient since he was a child, and he never caused people to worry, but recently... the two old people thought of his extremely strange words and deeds recently, and suddenly wanted to go wrong.

——Is this child starting to turn bad? !

Leaving early and returning late, stealing money for private use, and having strange scars on his body, could it be that he did some bad deeds with bad guys!

Grandpa Qiu was in a trance for a while, and suddenly remembered what he saw a few days ago. Qiu Mingquan, who had been shy and timid since he was a child, had that desperate and fierce look in his eyes when facing Wang Daquan.

And the past, not a person at all!

"You...you tell me clearly!" Grandpa Qiu stood up abruptly, panting heavily.

He has always been seldom talkative and has no culture. He is usually silent and dull, but when he loses his temper, he is very scary.

"What should I do?" Qiu Mingquan asked anxiously in his heart, and asked Feng Rui for help.

"Just tell the truth, say that you heard the news on a whim, and you made money selling gold pens." No matter how capable Feng Rui is, it's okay at this time, "Don't be so stupid as to tell me, otherwise they might find Taoist priests or The monk came to suppress me."

The two old people only saw his anxious face and sweat dripping from his forehead. Grandma Qiu felt a pain in her heart, and muddy tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Xiaoquan..." She choked up and said, "I know our family is suffering. But you must not go astray if you are poor."

Qiu Mingquan shook his head anxiously: "No! Grandma, I didn't do anything bad! Believe me..."

"Then tell us, why did you steal the money?" Grandma Qiu looked at him anxiously.

Not to mention that it's impossible to hide it, Qiu Mingquan bit the bullet and said: "Grandpa, grandma, I... I recently learned from others and started a little business."

He took a deep breath and tried his best to look mature: "I bought the pens in the mall, the ones with gold nibs, and sold them at a higher price. These days, I made a lot of money."

"Xiaoquan, you..." Grandma Qiu cried in despair. It's fine to steal money, but you still tell such a big lie? !

Qiu Mingquan panicked, pulled down his schoolbag, and dumped all the money in it on the bed.

"Grandpa and grandma, look, the money is back, and I have earned so much!"

A large pile of old and new ten-yuan and five-yuan banknotes covered the bed, and there was also the crisp sound of steel coins colliding with each other. Under the dim light, the eyes of the two old people were straightened.

so much money! !

Qiu Mingquan forgot one thing, the myth of compound interest growth, ordinary people can't figure it out, ordinary people can't accept the fact that more than 80 yuan can be transformed into such a huge sum of money within ten days!

Grandpa Qiu opened his mouth, and suddenly became frightened: Is there any way to make a child earn so much money in a short period of time!

Grandma Qiu stared at him suspiciously, and suddenly saw a section of red rope protruding from his neck.

With a simple pull, the jade pendant was exposed, and a piece of dense precious light scattered under the dim light, warm and delicate, like frozen cream.

The two old men rubbed their eyes at the same time. Even if they don't have any appreciation ability at all, they can tell that this is by no means a cheap thing.

"This... what is this?"

"I, I picked it up." Qiu Mingquan blurted out, lying hastily, "I picked it up in a tree hole."

At this urgent enough moment, President Feng was still whimpering: "Look, she doesn't feel it when she touches me. Only when you touch me can I feel it."

Grandpa Qiu looked around, suddenly picked up the small bench next to the bed, and hit Qiu Mingquan: "I told you to lie! I told you to be a bad boy!..."

This inexplicable precious jade, this huge sum of money that suddenly appeared, and that concealed and twinkling eyes!

The small bench hit his back, Qiu Mingquan's small body staggered, and his back felt dull pain.

Qiu Mingquan was immediately stunned.

He has been very filial and obedient since he was a child, and he was rarely mischievous. Even in his previous life, he did not remember any time when he was beaten. On his buttocks, the pain made him tremble again.