Chapter 215: One Hammer, Eight Hundred

Jia Yuzhang's hometown, Mingquan Village, is a place of clear mountains and clean water; many village homes still retain the white-wall gray-tile look, somewhat similar to traditional Hui-style architecture.

In ancient times, wealthy families in the Wuzhou region all liked garden estates.

Jia Yuzhang's ancestral home has nothing to do with the word "garden"; it's just an ordinary farmhouse with three main rooms and a sturdy mulberry tree in the courtyard.

This mulberry tree once earned merit for Jia Yuzhang's youthful hobby of raising silkworms.

After his parents passed away, Jia Yuzhang rarely returned, but the lock wasn't rusty, the courtyard showed no signs of overgrown weeds, and could even be described as clean and tidy.

All this is the fruit of his younger sister Jia Yuhuan's hard work.

When Jia Yuhuan first divorced and had nowhere to go, she wanted to return to her parents' old home, but elder brother Jia Yuzhang disagreed; nevertheless, she often came over to tidy up and help protect the old residence's feng shui for her brother.

The people of Mingquan Village all believe in feng shui.

Previously, a feng shui master commented on the Jia family's old residence: "This house sits firmly in the master's chair, backed by high mountains, with a jade belt wrapping the front, capable of producing noble persons."

But the feng shui master never said that the mulberry tree in the courtyard was bad; this is interesting.

Later, Jia Yuzhang really became a high official.

The Jia family members are even more firmly convinced of geomancy and occultism; anyone who tampers with the Jia family's old residence is cutting off the Jia family's dragon veins, and they will definitely fight to the death.

Jia Yuhuan's farmhouse inn is only seventy or eighty meters from the Jia family's old residence.

If the anti-corruption bureau goes to demolish the Jia family's old residence, Jia Yuhuan will surely hear the news and rush over—no doubt about it. Jia Yuhuan has spent her life living as the shadow of her deceased mother, selflessly devoted to her elder brother.

To prevent conflict.

After arriving in Mingquan Village, Lin Dongfan did not immediately detain Jia Yuchuan in the vehicle, nor rush to demolish the house.

Lin Dongfan first called Yang Qing aside to discuss:

"That farmhouse inn ahead is opened by Jia Yuzhang's sister Jia Yuhuan. Send two people over to find a way to lure her away."

"Lure her where?"

"Simple: in the name of assisting the investigation, ask her to go to the local police station to enjoy the air conditioning; don't let her return before we finish here."

"You're just making trouble."

"Hurry up and go."

"Jia Yuhuan is just a woman, a fifty-something old lady; even if she rushes over, what can she do? Brother, I brought six criminal investigators to help you hold the scene—could the situation get out of control? This is damn ridiculous."

"It's not that I'm worried you can't hold the scene."

"Then what are you worried about?"

"Worried about having a son without an anal opening; some things shouldn't be done too absolutely. Jia Yuhuan is originally a suffering traditional woman; if this can avoid implicating her, let it avoid her."

"How do you know she's a suffering woman?"

"I know plenty of things; stop talking nonsense and hurry up to lure her away."

"Damn, you just know how to show off all day, making good people do your work. When your son is born, if he ends up peeing on your face, you'd better reflect on whether you've let down Uncle Yang."

In Yang Qing's eyes, Lin Dongfan is forever a pretentious show-off.

After venting his complaints.

Yang Qing turned around and sent two criminal investigators to the farmhouse inn.

Not long after, they received a reply from ahead: everything went smoothly; they had already taken Jia Yuhuan to the local police station under the pretense of assisting the investigation.

Yang Qing gave Lin Dongfan, who was standing by the car door, an OK sign.

Lin Dongfan immediately opened the car door: "Manager Jia, let's go; take us to your home to have a look."

"There's nothing to see at my home!" Jia Yuzhang sat in the car, unwilling to get out.

Peng Tianhua pushed and urged: "Even if there's nothing to see, you have to look—get out!" In no time he got Jia Yuzhang out of the car.

They walked into the Jia family courtyard.

The familiar plants and trees filled Jia Yuzhang with sorrow: "The key is with my sister; I need to go get the key first."

"Are you hoping your sister will come over to help you ward off disaster?" Lin Dongfan chuckled: "Don't dream about it; we've already lured your sister away—she can't come today."

Hope shattered.

A complex expression known as "nothing is more sorrowful than a dead heart" instantly welled up from deep within Jia Yuzhang's soul onto his face.

Not dying in silence, but erupting in silence.

Jia Yuzhang achieved this.

He widened his eyes and roared at Lin Dongfan: "Without a key, how can we search? Do you intend to smash my front gate?!"

"Really smart—you guessed it right away."

Lin Dongfan casually summoned Xiao Zhao, who dragged over a large iron hammer.

Just borrowed from a villager's home, the kind used for breaking stone; the heavy hammer is bigger than the resonator of an erhu, guaranteed to make no sound with each strike.

Lin Dongfan grabbed the hammer handle and lifted it; it felt heavy, about ten catties.

Too heavy—whoever is the laborer will be the laborer.

Lin Dongfan asked everyone present: "One strike for eighty, I'll pay; who wants to do it?"

"Dare to add a zero?" Yang Qing looked at Lin Dongfan with eager anticipation, already calculating the gap between his bank balance and the bride price.

Lin Dongfan snorted: "Add a zero, then add a zero..."

"I'll do it!"

Before Yang Qing could respond, Peng Tianhua, head wrapped in bandages, sprang forward in a leap.

The hammer-snatching move was as swift as lightning.

In an instant, ten thousand mythical grass-mud horses galloped through Yang Qing's heart, his face also darkening considerably: "Where did this bumpkin come from? Don't you know the rules? I'm negotiating, you're sniping a bargain?"

"You're the bumpkin—I'm a Deputy Section Chief!"

Peng Tianhua, hammer in hand, strode toward the Jia family's main gate without even deigning to glance at Yang Qing.

This arrogant attitude left Yang Qing feeling depressed and regretful—regretting not wearing his uniform today, regretting not wearing his police insignia on his shoulders.

If wearing the police insignia.

I believe this hammer‑snatching idiot will definitely figure out what level I am!

Damn it!

Doesn't understand a single rule!

They even grabbed my bride‑price money!

Yang Qing glanced sideways at Lin Dongfan: "Your people, you clean up after them. For every hammer he smashes, you have to pay me that much money. Not a penny less—brothers settle accounts clearly…"

"You dare!"

Before Lin Dongfan could answer, the handcuffed Jia Yuzhang

Jia Yuzhang wasn't yelling at Yang Qing; he was yelling at Peng Tianhua—while Peng Tianhua spat a fresh mouthful of saliva into his palm, rubbing his hands to lubricate, getting ready to smash.

That shout made Peng Tianhua laugh.

Peng Tianhua turned to Jia Yuzhang and asked, "Eight hundred per hammer, Section Chief Lin will pay—do you dare?"

"Lin Dongfan!"

Jia Yuzhang glared angrily at Lin Dongfan again: "I've tolerated you for 1,200 kilometers! Don't go too far—what right do you have to smash my family's ancestral house!"

"Can you read?"

Lin Dongfan flung the search warrant stamped with a big red seal in front of Jia Yuzhang's face.

Jia Yuzhang's eyes almost popped out of his head: "You sure I'm illiterate? This is a search warrant, not a smashing order! But you can't smash!"

"I'm rich and willful—I'll pay after smashing." Lin Dongfan gave a cold smile: "You want me to call your sister over to open the door? There's no door—just smash it!"

"Received!"

The unit's salary is pitifully low; wanting to earn some extra income but daring not to, just hearing Peng Tianhua's excited voice tells you this is his moment of getting rich in life.