The next morning, Chen Shouyi accompanied his parents to look for a rental house.
The house wasn't hard to find. In the current situation without electricity and a lack of orders, most factories had already closed, and many migrant workers had returned home, so there were plenty of houses waiting to be rented.
"Oh, ma'am, it really can't be any cheaper. In the past, people scrambled to rent for fifteen hundred, now it's only twelve hundred, which is much cheaper." The landlord was a well-dressed middle-aged woman in her forties, gentle and looked like a cultured person.
However, bargaining has nothing to do with being cultured or not; it is an innate ability of every middle-aged woman.
"You also said that's in the past. Now, who would come to rent a house? If we don't rent it, it's just empty here, a thousand can't go any higher." Mrs. Chen's bargaining ability was not weak either.
"Oh, but isn't this temporary? Can't be no electricity all the time, when the electricity comes back, the house prices will rise immediately."
"Buying and selling depend on the market price, not whether it can appreciate in value. Who knows when the electricity will come back?"
...
The two women started bargaining with each other back and forth.
Chen Shouyi, his sibling, and Chen Dawei just stood there dumbfounded, unable to get a word in.
A dozen minutes later, Mrs. Chen still had the upper hand, successfully closing the deal at a thousand per month.
The house was a self-built five-story building, with the landlord's family living from the fourth floor up, and the first floor rented to another family.
The other second and third floors were still vacant, and Chen Shouyi's family chose the third floor.
To facilitate renting, the landlord specially built an outdoor staircase on the side of the house, avoiding the trouble of passing through the first floor.
Since they had little luggage, the move didn't take much time.
However, the subsequent shopping took the whole day; whether pots and pans, oil, salt, sauces, vinegar, or various daily necessities, pillows, and quilt covers, all needed to be repurchased. Even autumn clothes had to be newly added.
During dinner in the evening.
Chen Shouyi looked at Mrs. Chen's worried face and couldn't help but ask, "Mom, are we out of money?"
"These are adult matters, you don't need to worry about it." Mrs. Chen reflexively said, but immediately felt it was somewhat inappropriate after saying it.
Last night she tossed and turned, unable to sleep, not entirely due to fear, but mostly thinking about her son's nonchalant attitude after killing someone, treating life with indifference.
Although her son had been helping the family kill chickens and fish since he was young.
But killing people is different. Even she and her husband, watching from afar, felt high-strung and nervous.
Yet her son, afterwards, seemed unbothered, not only calmly cleaning up the scene but also pulling the arrows from the bodies one by one.
She had a feeling that her son certainly wasn't killing for the first time, otherwise, he wouldn't act so calmly.
Since he could kill, robbery seemed even simpler.
If he thought the family was out of money, would her son resort to robbery?
The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became, quickly saying, "We have enough cash for now; I'm just worried that withdrawing our savings will cause trouble."
Chen Shouyi, unaware, said, "Let's not withdraw for now to avoid exposing information. If we're out of money, I still have some on hand."
"How much do you have?" Mrs. Chen immediately asked.
"About ten thousand!" This ten thousand was what he had previously withdrawn from the bank, and over the past few days had only spent a few hundred.
Only then did Mrs. Chen exhale, but then heard Chen Shouyi continue, "Additionally, I have a few pieces of gold, if sold, should fetch twenty to thirty thousand."
He didn't dare say too much, fearing to scare his parents.
In fact, he had accumulated more than two kilograms of golden sand during this period, even if its purity was only in the eighties, it could fetch around three hundred thousand on the black market. Including savings, he had about half a million now.
"Where did you get the gold?" Mrs. Chen immediately asked seriously, "By the way, I haven't asked how you got the bow and sword?"
Chen Xingyue couldn't help but look at her brother, wanting to see what excuse he would use.
"Uh, the gold is actually natural gold, picked up by the creek. Sold some, then bought a bow and sword." Chen Shouyi paused, hurriedly recapping the excuse he had already thought of.
"How much did it cost?" Mrs. Chen asked with skepticism.
Now, she didn't believe a word from this son.
Picked up gold by the creek, if there was gold, it would have long been picked up by others, yet you found it?
This son used to be so obedient, always listening to her, never daring to disobey.
But she didn't know when he started becoming unrecognizable to her.
If not for this incident, who would have thought that her son had such a side? Probably the two people monitoring their house last night were not knocked unconscious by him but killed by him.
"More than ten thousand, they are all second-hand." Chen Shouyi said, to prove it he went back to his room, retrieved a few larger pieces of gold from the pocket of his backpack, and placed them on the table with a clatter:
"I found quite a lot back then, now there's only this bit left."
"Then why buy a sword and a bow?"
Mrs. Chen glanced at the gold pieces and was about to ask more but was interrupted by Chen Dawei who said:
"Don't ask anymore, Shouyi, take the gold back, your mom and I aren't that old yet, enough to support this family.
You are grown up now, and have your secrets, we won't ask much more, besides your mom and I are ordinary people, we can't manage anymore. But you must always stick to your principles, never do anything illegal."
Chen Shouyi was moved and quickly nodded, "Got it, Dad!"
...
In the bedroom at night, Chen Shouyi sat on the chair, holding his breath, staring intently at the candle.
The candle flickered slightly.
"There is still a faint power presence, although it has almost become like nothing." Chen Shouyi thought secretly in his heart.
Once on Earth, his attribute panel for the talent ability of "Control Atmosphere" had disappeared. But he found that this ability had not completely disappeared; he could still weakly interfere with the flow of air.
Just because the ability was too weak, it did not display on the attribute panel.
After a while, he drew his sword.
Recalling the feeling of triggering Qi Force last time, he concentrated all his attention, slowly approaching the flame.
When the tip of the sword neared the flame, the flame suddenly shook violently, as if a breeze was blowing from the tip of the sword.
He stopped and again thrust the sword slowly at the same speed; unlike the first time, he relaxed his mind this time.
This time the flame barely trembled.
"Is this the ability to control the atmosphere? Or some other unknown power?" He wondered, "However, from the degree the flame deviated just now, it seems to far exceed my ability to manipulate the atmosphere."
Then an idea struck him, he left the bedroom, found a box of tofu from the kitchen.
Unwrapped, drained the water, cut a small piece and stood it vertically on the study desk.
Then focused his mind, aimed the sword tip at the tofu, and slowly thrust it out again.
He noticed, when the tip of the sword was within three centimeters of the tofu, its surface started to tremble slightly. When it was one centimeter away, tiny tofu strands fell continually from the surface.
Chen Shouyi immediately retracted his sword, examined the tofu for a while, and was surprised.
It seemed the tofu surface was repeatedly sliced by some force, forming a narrow slit about three to four centimeters long and less than half a millimeter thick.
After slicing the tofu vertically, he found that the deepest part was even a centimeter deep.
"Could this be Sword Qi?"
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