Wealth moves people's hearts.
The sharp-faced and the mole-faced youth, who were originally a little flustered, showed greed in their eyes when they heard Chen Jianye's words.
Besides that large piece of pork, after taking down Chen Jianye, he still had forty or fifty yuan in his hand.
Fortune favors the bold!
"Avenge our big brother!"
The sharp-faced youth roared, hyping himself up.
He gripped the dagger in his hand and charged towards Chen Jianye.
The mole-faced youth made the same move.
They were currently in the alley, with no room to dodge.
And they held daggers in their hands, while the other party was empty-handed.
If they didn't dare to do it like this, then they didn't need to be involved in the Black Market; they could just go back to their hometown and sell sweet potatoes.
Swish!
A dagger plunged straight towards Chen Jianye's stomach.
All of the sharp-faced youth's strength was poured into it, aiming to run Chen Jianye through.
Two people exchanging punches and kicks, fighting for a few minutes, going home bruised and swollen, cursing, with nothing serious happening.
But once the human body is pierced by a sharp weapon, it will lose all its strength in just two or three seconds, and will no longer be able to resist.
Holding a sharp weapon was the sharp-faced youth's confidence.
As soon as he made a move, it was a killing blow.
Facing the incoming dagger, Chen Jianye's body reacted instinctively, sidestepping.
Then he extended his palm, gripping the sharp-faced youth's forearm, while his other hand swung out forcefully, landing on the opponent's chest.
With a bang.
Chen Jianye threw a punch, then casually pulled the sharp-faced youth, using him as a shield in front of himself.
Pfft!
Another dagger came, piercing through the sharp-faced youth's back.
"Holy crap!"
The youth with the mole on his face, holding the dagger, couldn't help but let out a strange cry.
The dagger in his hand had actually stabbed his own man right through the heart.
Before he could pull the dagger back.
A palm swung violently towards him.
With a slap, it landed on his cheek.
The youth with the mole on his face felt his head buzzing, and only one thought was in his mind: This person's hand strength is really damn strong, I can't beat him, run.
Before his body could react.
Chen Jianye had already thrown off the sharp-faced youth, who was used as a shield, and raised his leg to kick.
One foot kicked hard into the mole-faced youth's chest.
With a thud, the mole-faced youth's back slammed against the alley wall, he spat out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground.
Chen Jianye squatted down and began to search the bodies.
Having killed three people in one go, he didn't have much emotional fluctuation.
'Perhaps the national martial arts have influenced me too deeply.'
Chen Jianye thought to himself, among the decades of martial arts experience he had received, there were scenes of Yang Style Tai Chi founder Yang Luchan fighting on the arena with martial artists.
Yang Luchan's moves always drew blood, each move was ruthless, deterring all heroes.
Chen Jianye killing a few people in a small alley, compared to a true grandmaster killing opponents and making a name for himself on a stage cheered by ten thousand people, was naturally insignificant.
So he just felt like he had done a very small thing.
He found twelve yuan and three mao, plus some scattered bills, from the bodies.
This effectively compensated for Chen Jianye's shopping expenses.
"Hehe, there's even this kind of benefit."
Chen Jianye put the money and bills back into his pocket, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
He had originally thought it was a crisis, but it turned out to be a money-bringing child coming to his door.
Danger and opportunity coexist; it mainly depends on one's own strength to handle sudden situations.
If one's strength is sufficient, a crisis can also be turned into an opportunity.
If one's strength is insufficient, an opportunity that cannot be seized will also turn into a crisis.
Chen Jianye gained a deeper understanding and stepped towards the outside of the alley.
As for the three corpses on the ground, Chen Jianye couldn't be bothered to deal with them.
It was the 1960s, and it was normal for a few street ruffians to die.
Moreover, it was pitch dark, there were no cameras on the street, and his head was covered.
The Public Security couldn't find him at all.
Out of the alley, Chen Jianye changed direction and entered the Black Market.
He continued to purchase various seeds, vegetables, and fruits he wanted.
For example, green onions, scallions, celery, potatoes, sweet potatoes, peanuts, and so on.
In bits and pieces, Chen Jianye spent another three yuan and some change.
He also bought some buckets and agricultural tools.
These were all items that could be used for planting in the Lingquan Space, so he had to buy them.
Afterward, he bought daily necessities such as rice, flour, and oil.
Chen Jianye went in and out of the Black Market several times, storing all the large items he purchased in the Lingquan Space.
Finally, he came to the tobacco, alcohol, and tea stall.
He bought two bottles of Hongxing Erguotou, two packs of daqianmen cigarettes, and a pack of scented tea.
To buy tobacco, alcohol, and tea normally, one needed specific tickets.
Without tickets, buying these consumer goods at the Black Market cost two and a half times the price at the Supply and Marketing Cooperative.
Even though Chen Jianye had a lot of money, he was still severely ripped off by the five yuan a bottle Erguotou and the four yuan a pack daqianmen cigarettes.
Chen Jianye spent a little over twenty yuan to buy the tobacco, alcohol, and tea he wanted.
They were in a cloth bag, very light.
Completely different from the twenty catties of pork belly he had bought earlier.
Chen Jianye even suspected whether the popular tobacco, alcohol, and tea in the Supply and Marketing Cooperative were being resold to the Black Market.
A two-and-a-half-fold price difference was enough to make people commit illegal acts, and even old cadres couldn't withstand the temptation.
When Chen Jianye paid, he deliberately pulled out a stack of 'Great Unity' bills.
That's right, he had spent too much money tonight, and he wanted to set a trap.
Whoever coveted his money would send their life over, allowing him to search their pockets.
Anyway, it was just clearing out social scum, and Chen Jianye had no sympathy or pity.
Protecting the cloth bag, Chen Jianye walked out of the Black Market, deliberately avoiding the way back to the Siheyuan (Courtyard).
Soon, he noticed someone following him.
Two people.
Chen Jianye pursed his lips.
He had deliberately exposed his wealth to bait them, and only two people followed, which was quite different from his expectation.
Adhering to the principle that even a small mosquito is still meat, Chen Jianye led the people behind him for a few hundred meters, then repeated his trick, ducking into an alley.
His actions were exactly what the trackers behind him wanted, and they immediately dropped their disguise, drawing small knives and attacking Chen Jianye.
Their fate, naturally, was to have their heart and lungs pierced by Yang Style Tai Chi.
Chen Jianye skillfully searched their pockets.
He gained over seven yuan and some loose bills.
'There are so many damn poor people.'
Chen Jianye cursed, got up, and walked towards the Siheyuan (Courtyard).
Tonight, he had extensively purchased supplies, satisfying his living needs for the next half month.
More importantly, the Lingquan Space planting plan could begin.
As for killing five people and finding about twenty yuan in their pockets.
None of these could be listed as one of Chen Jianye's important matters for the night.
He kept encountering poor people who didn't even have five yuan in their pockets, which completely extinguished Chen Jianye's interest in setting traps.
If they weren't poor, they wouldn't have been attracted by the wealth he exposed.
So Chen Jianye gave up the idea of continuing to set traps.
Upon arriving at the Siheyuan (Courtyard), Chen Jianye still climbed over the wall to enter.
Back home, he took off his gloves and hood, and washed up with water.
He estimated it was probably around four o'clock.
He still had two hours, enough time for him to do some work.
Chen Jianye entered the Lingquan Space.
First, he used tools to turn over a small portion of the soil in the Lingquan Space, then sowed the purchased vegetable and fruit seeds.
Then he covered them with soil.
As for crops like potatoes, peanuts, and sweet potatoes, he buried them directly in the soil.
The Lingquan Space had four plots of land, each fifty units in length and width.
Chen Jianye divided them into three areas: vegetables, fruits, and staple foods.
For the last area, Chen Jianye planned to plant rice to cultivate high-quality polished rice.
After finishing the planting, he used a wooden bucket to draw water from the Lingquan in the Lingquan Space and watered the soil.
Fortunately, this time he was only experimenting, and the number of seeds and root crops he planted was not large.
By the time Chen Jianye finished his work and emerged from the Lingquan Space, the sky was already faintly lit.
Chen Jianye went to the public toilet, and after returning, he took out four eggs, a strip of pork belly, and premium rice from the Lingquan Space.
He planned to make fried eggs with white rice, and a small bowl of stewed pork belly.