Su Xiaofan wasn't in a rush to the restroom, but his right eyelid was twitching uncontrollably. The last time he experienced this was when he was eleven years old, in fifth grade. Back then, for an assignment on doing good deeds, Su Xiaofan had insisted on helping an eighty-year-old woman who had just crossed the street. He pushed her back across the road and she fell hard, resulting in a chase from the woman's grandson down three streets. If he hadn't known the area well, he would have definitely gotten a beating.,But whoever broke this rule, the old man who created the Bronzeware Village would not show mercy. At best, they would be expelled from the village; at worst, sent directly to the authorities. As the saying goes, wealth moves the heart. Over these decades, there have been people who have had thoughts of breaking the rules, but they were all personally handed over to the authorities by the old man. The most serious case resulted in a fifteen-year sentence. After that, no one dared to break the rule again.,"But the receipt you gave me says it's from the Western Zhou Dynasty!" The middle-aged man widened his eyes, pulling out a receipt from his pocket. He felt a little embarrassed now; he had been in this line of work for over twenty years and hadn't expected to be outsmarted by a young guy like this.。