Chen Jing thought about it for more than ten minutes but still couldn't figure it out. In the end, his mind became dizzy and he started to feel sleepy.

He yawned tiredly, raised the quilt slightly, covering half of his face, and got ready to sleep.

But at this moment, the familiar voice came again.

"My dear grandson? Are you asleep?"

"I……"

Chen Jing swallowed back the word "Cao" and looked at the head that passed through the wall and appeared on the bedside. He was so frightened that he immediately became energetic.

"I didn't scare you, did I?" Chen Boxu looked a little guilty.

"What do you think?" Chen Jing couldn't help asking, and then touched his pants. Fortunately, they were dry.

"Oh, I just suddenly remembered and forgot to remind you..."

"What's up?"

"Don't go to your Aunt Hong these days. The 'Moon Sacrifice Period' is coming soon, and their family is in great danger... You should still remember this, right?"

Can I say I don’t remember?

Chen Jing couldn't help but complain in his heart.

But what is the moon festival period?

Their family is very dangerous...how to understand this sentence?

Chen Jing felt even more confused.

"The mother and son are not as good as grandpa and me. The low-level ancestors can't see the moonlight of the lunar month. They will go crazy when they see it... I'm going to sleep. I really slept this time. You should rest quickly!"

Chen Bofu left these words, and then slowly retracted his head into the wall...

It was also at this time that Chen Jing realized that this old man could really walk through walls.

It’s like a fucking ghost!

"Low-level descendants..." Chen Jing murmured in his heart, with a hint of curiosity in his eyes, "Since there are low-level descendants... does that mean there are also middle-level and high-level ones?"

Is this a hierarchy of strength?

What are the ancient descendants?

Are they the aborigines with superpowers?

The more I think about it, the sleepier I feel.

Chen Jing yawned and felt that he really should sleep, otherwise he would have to die, but before going to bed, he was going to do another experiment.

"grandfather?"

"Hey! My dear grandson, I'm here!"

Sure enough, Chen Jing just shouted tentatively, and the old man who had said he was going to bed appeared out of nowhere, but this time he didn't come out of the wall, but from the floor... No, to be precise, from the floor.

In the crack of the door.

Like a paper man.

First, half of the body squeezed out from the crack in the door, and then slowly bulged up. The scene was coupled with the crisp sound of the bones resetting, not to mention how scary it was...

But Chen Jing is not very scared now.

It just turned into an emoticon package of "old man on the subway looking at his cell phone.jpg".

"I'm really going to sleep this time. If you want me to live a few more years to stay with you, stop scaring me. Can you walk in through the gate openly next time?"

"Uh-huh!"

"Good night."

"Um...what is good night?"

…

Chen Jing slept deeply this time.

I almost didn't wake up again during the trip.

If you count since graduating from college, this should be the best sleep that Chen Jing, who suffers from neurasthenia, has ever had.

It wasn't until he heard an exclamation from the living room at noon that Chen Jing woke up in a daze.

"It's broken! Let these owners run away! What a mess!"

When Chen Jing walked out of the bedroom sleepily, Chen Bofu was gnashing his teeth and jumping around in the living room, obviously extremely angry.

"Grandpa, what's wrong?"

"It's broken, it's broken, the money tree is gone..." Chen Bofu said with a grimace.

"What kind of money tree is it?"

Chen Jing yawned nonstop and wanted to go back to sleep again, but when he took a closer look at Chen Bofu's jumping feet, he suddenly lost all sleep.

certainly.

He was even more curious about the pile of real estate certificates piled on the ground like a hill.

"Okay..." Chen Jing thought to himself, looking at the red books calmly, "There are at least a hundred real estate certificates in this stack... Are these all my houses?"

With great expectation and half curiosity, Chen Jing stepped forward and picked up a book to read, but was immediately disappointed.

The owner's name... I don't recognize.

It's not Chen Jing's.

Nor does it belong to grandpa Chen Boxu.

"Where did these real estate certificates come from?" Chen Jing couldn't help but ask.

"The day before yesterday, I asked the landlord to deduct it. If I don't deduct it, they won't give me the property fee!" Chen Bofu stomped his feet angrily.

"Oh...they haven't handed it in yet?"

"I handed it in yesterday morning."

"Then what are you..."

“Today’s payment hasn’t been paid yet!”

When Chen Bofu talked about this, he became extremely angry. He looked aggrieved and almost burst into tears. He looked like an old country man who had just entered the city to sell goods and was deceived with counterfeit money.

"Is the property fee paid on a daily basis?" Chen Jing asked tentatively.

"That's not true. It's paid annually. I was mainly afraid that they would delay the payment in the future, so I asked them to pay more... Look!"

As the old man spoke, he took out a pile of receipts from under the coffee table and handed them to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing took it and took a look.

The writing is very beautiful.

But the content was so true that he couldn't understand it.

"This..." Chen Jing looked back at the electronic clock on the wall and compared the year, month and day to make sure he got it right. "Does the property fee here start to be paid after fifty years?"

"I let it go!" Chen Bofu said indignantly, "It turns out that they pay each other year after year, and they keep delaying it!"

"Didn't they all hand it over yesterday...what about the fifty-year share..." Chen Jing asked dumbfounded, "What else did you ask them to hand over today?"

"Let's give it another fifty years, let's round it up." Chen Bofu said seriously, "The number one hundred is auspicious! It's good for them!"

"..."

"But when I got up today, I saw! All those grandchildren were gone! They took the whole family with them and ran away! They didn't even ask for the TM real estate certificate!"

Master Chen!

Fifty years later, you’ve received all the property fees and you’re still not satisfied!

The owners are all poor!

There is no more oil and water to squeeze out!

Yesterday I paid for fifty years, and today I am urging you to pay for another fifty years. What about tomorrow... Depending on your temperament, you may not be able to scrape them off!

If you don’t run away, what are you waiting for!

When you get anxious, shoot them all into pieces that can't be picked up on the ground?

"If it were me, I would run too."

Chen Jing flipped through the stack of receipts in his hand and couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

This old man is worse than a capitalist!

"But fortunately, three families paid..." Chen Bofu suddenly sighed and took out three brand-new receipts from his pocket, "Look at how qualified they are! Look at those grandsons! As for dragging the family

Are you running away with a mouth?"

"Are these three families taken advantage of?"
To be continued...