[Period Setting] [Siheyuan Courtyard] [Transmigrate] [System Space] [Decisive and Ruthless] [Single Female Lead] [Stockpiling Supplies] [Satisfying Face-Slapping] [Antique Bartering] [Steal the Factory Doctor's Love Interest] [No Saintly Protagonist] [Dimensionality Reduction]
In a famine when everyone was so hungry their faces had turned waxy, and even pickled vegetables were treasured and hidden away, Lu Xiangyang was scouring the place for what everyone else considered junk.
Torn rice paper? Twenty jin of premium white rice!
An old jade pendant? A whole crate of aged Jinhua ham!
The people in the courtyard thought he'd gone mad with hunger and was collecting scrap. Yi Zhonghai even sneered and came with a gang to forcibly take his home.
But when the door opened, the rich aroma of sizzling braised pork hit them, and a large table was laden with fine white flour and grain!
Jia Zhangshi could barely stop herself from drooling. Qin Huairu regretted it bitterly, while the courtyard's pack of beasts, eyes bloodshot, accused him of stealing from the factory.
Lu Xiangyang calmly pulled out the subdistrict office's proper receipts, then casually picked up the door bar and taught these vicious neighbors a harsh lesson in front of the factory doctor Su Yuchan:
What it means to trade antiques for food, and what it means to break bones to make an example!
