Life in Luochuan returned to its previous state, the scar under his ribs had also lessened a lot, at least it didn’t look as terrifying as before.
At the same time, the history course entered LV2 level, and he received the system reward "Memory +3".
The strengthening of memory was definitely a boon to Luochuan’s learning. He couldn't say he had photographic memory, but reading twice was enough for him to remember it firmly. His learning efficiency had significantly improved.
Luochuan was confident that he could complete the upgrade of politics and geography before the New Year, which meant another two rewards in hand.
This game-like learning and life made him utterly engrossed.
In the morning, before the pre-set alarm clock could emit its piercing ring, Luochuan turned off the switch in advance. He stared blankly at the ceiling for tens of seconds with his eyes open before slowly getting up and getting dressed.
“Hmm? What is this?”
While taking his clothes, Luochuan accidentally saw a palm-sized white lucky bag on his pillow. He could guarantee that this thing was definitely not his, he had never seen it before.
As if he had thought of something, Luochuan's face lit up with joy. He directly picked up the bag.
Yes, it was heavy. When he poured it out, it was indeed all gold beans the size of rice grains. After a careful count, there were exactly fifty-four.
Then, Luochuan opened the system panel, and the only "Gold Digger" title in the title column was faintly glowing white. It blinked twice before returning to a dull state.
“Haha”, Luochuan held the gold beans and laughed heartily, in a great mood.
After obtaining this title, Luochuan specifically checked the current gold price. If one gold bean weighed 1 gram, he had 54 grams in his hands. Even if he lowered the price a bit, he could sell it for around 25,000.
This amount of money was not a lot, but it was enough for him to live a good life afterward. Don't forget, this would happen once a month.
After hiding the gold beans, Luochuan started brushing his teeth and washing his face, then went for a run and practiced Wuji Pile. He was drenched in sweat, but his body felt incredibly light and refreshed, his whole being feeling clear.
【Running +30】
【Wuji Pile +26】
As he was returning, Luochuan suddenly saw a figure hovering at his door. The corners of his mouth curled upward, it seemed the seed had sprouted.
“Senior Brother, why are you here?” Luochuan patted Song Jie’s shoulder.
But when Song Jie turned around, he startled Luochuan. He had a scraggly beard, his eyes were filled with red, filled with anger and a hint of dejection.
“Senior Brother, what’s wrong with you?”
Song Jie looked at Luochuan with a depressed look and said,
“Luochuan, you were right. Those guys never intended to let us go.”
Luochuan understood, then opened the door and let Song Jie come in to talk.
As Luochuan had guessed, the next day, when Song Jie and his mother went to sell fruit again, Dao Ge and his gang of thugs surrounded the fruit stall. They seemed to be buying fruit, but in reality, they were just finding fault, refusing to buy anything.
Other customers naturally stayed away when they saw a group of thugs there. This resulted in them not selling a single fruit all day.
The next day was the same. They were determined to make Song Jie’s family’s business impossible. In the end, Song Jie couldn’t bear it anymore and called the police. When the police arrived, they immediately dispersed, but once they left, they continued to surround them, like a swarm of flies, staring at Song Jie’s family like a piece of meat.
When Song Jie heard his mother crying in the middle of the night, he couldn't sleep anymore.
He was the only man in the family, and at this moment, he couldn't even protect his mother. He was filled with guilt and resentment towards himself. That’s why he came to see Luochuan early in the morning.
He knew that Luochuan must have a way to deal with those bastards. He wanted those guys to pay the price.
Luochuan held a cup of water and looked at Song Jie, asking,
“Are you sure?”
“I'm sure,” Song Jie’s heart hardened. He didn't want his mother to be bullied by those thugs anymore.
“Since they don’t want us to live, I’ll fight them to the death.”
“Okay, I have a way, but it’ll require you to suffer a bit.”
“Hehe, that’s nothing,” Song Jie's honest face showed a hint of ferocity. Last night, he even had the urge to destroy all those people.
It’s true you can’t bully honest people, otherwise, when they lose their temper, the consequences are something you can’t bear.
In the end, Luochuan whispered something to Song Jie. About half an hour later, Song Jie left with anticipation.
After closing the door, Luochuan glanced at the time on the wall, did a quick wash, and then started preparing breakfast. While cooking, he hesitated for a moment, then decided to add another dish.
Soon, four simple home-cooked dishes, along with the braised meat from two days ago, were served on the table.
Just then, the door was pushed open, and Zhu Wei Jiao, wearing a coat, walked in directly. She skillfully went to the dining table, picked up a piece of meat and put it in her mouth.
The spiciness of the green pepper and the fragrance of the pork made Zhu Wei Jiao constantly slurp, saying,
“Xiao Chuanzi, your cooking is getting better and better.”
“Is that your reason for coming here every day to mooch off my food?”
In the kitchen, Luochuan carried two bowls of porridge out, rolled his eyes at Zhu Wei Jiao, but still placed a bowl of porridge in front of her.
These past two days, he didn’t know why, but Zhu Wei Jiao came to Luochuan’s place every day, saying that she had to keep an eye on Luochuan’s injury because he had taken a hit for her, and she was worried.
Out of courtesy, Luochuan had invited Zhu Wei Jiao to stay and eat a meal, but it seemed like she had become addicted, and now she appeared at mealtimes, punctual to the minute.
“Hoh,” Zhu Wei Jiao slammed her hand on the table, saying,
“Are we brothers or not? You act like a miser just because I eat your food. I'm helping you out, you know.”
“Alright, alright, I’m a miser,” Luochuan said with a completely perfunctory expression.
“Eat quickly, the food will get cold soon.”
Zhu Wei Jiao snorted at Luochuan, picked up her chopsticks and started to eat ferociously. Compared to Zhu Wei Jiao, Luochuan ate slowly and in an orderly manner, but in reality, he didn’t eat any less.
After all, he was running and practicing every day. He couldn’t consume less.
While eating, Zhu Wei Jiao stealthily glanced at Luochuan, then quickly looked away. Then she peeked again, and then repeated the cycle.
In the end, Luochuan helplessly put down his chopsticks and stared fixedly at Zhu Wei Jiao, saying,
“Jiao Jie, if you have something to say, just say it. You're making me tired with all this back and forth looking.”
“That... that’s me looking at you,” Zhu Wei Jiao said stubbornly, like a primary school student who was caught stealing snacks.
“How narcissistic. I’m... I’m looking at the food.”
She quickly lowered her head and started to eat the food.
Luochuan shook his head and continued to eat silently.
Before long, they had finished all four dishes, a plate of braised meat, and two bowls of porridge. Of course, most of it went into Luochuan’s belly.
Luochuan lay on the sofa and leaned back, closing his eyes comfortably. As for Zhu Wei Jiao, she quickly cleared all the bowls and plates on the table.
Having Zhu Wei Jiao eat here wasn’t without its benefits, at least he didn’t have to wash the dishes.
Like most men, Luochuan was happy to cook, but he dreaded washing dishes.
Ten minutes later, Zhu Wei Jiao walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands with a towel, and looked at Luochuan who was still sprawled out like a starfish on the sofa, asking,
“Xiao Chuanzi, are you still going to read later?”
Luochuan lifted his head, thought for a moment, and said,
“I’m going to the city center to buy some things today.”
Zhu Wei Jiao immediately perked up, sat down next to Luochuan and said,
“I want to go too, Xiao Chuanzi, take me with you.”
Luochuan thought for a moment and said,
“If Uncle agrees, I’ll take you.”
“That’s easy, I’ll go and tell my old man now.”
Before she finished speaking, Zhu Wei Jiao had already rushed out the door. Luochuan shook his head and walked into the bedroom to change clothes.
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