Villager Zhang Xiangyang had a troublesome matter: he lent Old Hei 1000 yuan a few years ago and never came back. When he thought about it, he got angry. One day, seeing someone come to the village to buy sheep, Zhang Xiangyang had an idea and brought the buyer to Old Hei's house, then pretended to leave. When Old Hei sold the sheep and spat to count the money, he suddenly appeared.

Seeing Zhang Xiangyang suddenly appeared, Old Hei was really startled, he was stunned for a moment, and quickly put the money into his pocket. In a hurry, Zhang Xiangyang took a leap forward and snatched it. Old Hei gritted his teeth, tightly covered his pocket, tried his best to break free and ran away.

When Zhang Xiangyang caught up with Old Hei, Old Hei had already hidden the money. Zhang Xiangyang was furious and suddenly found that there was a chamber pot by Old Hei's bed, and he suddenly had an idea. This chamber pot is said to be Old Hei's ancestral treasure, and Old Hei has asthma and is more afraid of cold than ordinary people, and he is even more inseparable from the baby in winter nights. So he grabbed the chamber pot and threatened, "Old Hei, you rascal, if you don't pay back today, I will smash it!"

Sure enough, Old Hei immediately became nervous and shouted, "Don't..." The Night Pot was left by his grandfather. Although it was not a rare thing, if it was broken, there was really nowhere to buy it now.

"Then are you still not paying the money?" Zhang Xiangyang asked.

Unexpectedly, the old black eyes rolled, and suddenly changed his mouth: "If you want to smash it, smash it. If you smash the chamber pot, we will clear the two."

When Zhang Xiangyang heard that, his mind quickly calmed down. Even if he smashed the chamber pot, he would not get any benefit, and if he said it, he would be at a loss. Thinking of this, he slowly put down the chamber pot, lest he break it.

Seeing this, Old Hei proudly said: "You smash, smash if you have the guts!"

Unexpectedly, Zhang Xiangyang changed his mind and picked up the chamber pot again and said, "Old Hei, didn't you borrow my money? After saying that, he turned and left. Old Hei wanted to stop him, Zhang Xiangyang warned, "Don't come over, if this is broken, it's none of my business!"

After two days, Old Hei was eating breakfast at the entrance of the courtyard with a bowl as usual, and saw Zhang Xiangyang carrying a foam box past his door. The foam box was tightly wrapped in scotch tape.

Old Hei was very curious and asked, "Zhang Xiangyang, where are you going early in the morning? What treasure is in the box?" Zhang Xiangyang stammered, "It's getting cold, I, I'm going to town to send clothes to my son."

Old Hei was skeptical, could the clothes be wrapped in a foam box like this? He expected that there must be something wrong, so he wanted to see what happened. So, Old Hei quickly put down his rice bowl and quietly followed Zhang Xiangyang. When he arrived in town, he saw that Zhang Xiangyang had indeed gone to the courier station, and when he came out, he had an extra courier slip in his hand. Is it really just sending clothes? Old Hei was puzzled.

In a flash, three days passed, and without the chamber pot, the old black man felt uncomfortable holding his urine at night. Finally, he went to Zhang Xiangyang's house and said with a cheeky smile, "Brother Zhang, the joke is a joke, should the chamber pot be returned to me?" Saying that, regardless of whether Zhang Xiangyang agreed or not, he looked for it all over the room. Zhang Xiangyang's face was straight and he said, "How can you talk like a fart? Didn't you say that day that we would give me the chamber pot, and we would settle the two?"

Old Hei looked around, but there was no shadow of the chamber pot. Such a big thing is dirty and smelly, where can it be hidden? Seeing that Old Hei was full of doubts, Zhang Xiangyang couldn't help but laugh: "Old Hei, I have already hidden this chamber pot, you can't find it, if you want to get it back, just obediently pay me back!"

Old Hei had no idea and left with a black face. Just as he arrived in the middle of the village, he saw a group of people talking about something, and when they saw Old Hei walking by, they scattered in a hurry. Old Hei was curious and grabbed a fellow from the same village named Sledgehammer and asked him what he was talking about just now. Sledgehammer said that he didn't talk about anything, just chatting. Old Hei didn't believe it and said that since it was just a chat, why did he disappear when he saw him?" Sledgehammer said that Zhang Xiangyang sold a treasure online through his son and made a lot of money. After listening, Old Hei suddenly realized, he frowned and turned back to Zhang Xiangyang's house.

After entering the house, Old Hei took out a stack of money and said, "This is the 1,000 yuan I borrowed from you before, and now I will return it to you." Zhang Xiangyang blocked it with his hand: "You put away the money first, didn't we agree that you will pay me the chamber pot?" Old Hei sneered: "Don't talk to me about anything else, the bridge returns to the bridge, the road returns to the road, and this account has to be paid in one lump sum. I owe you the money today, so give the chamber pot back to me quickly." Saying that, he threw the money on the table with a "snap".

Zhang Xiangyang counted and saw that it was only 1,000 yuan, so he sank down and said, "What about the interest? It's been three years, and it's calculated according to the profit of private loans. Why do you have to give me 1,360 yuan with interest?"

Old Black glared at him, "You're ruthless!" After a moment of hesitation, he took out four more red tickets.

Zhang Xiangyang took the money and said, "If there is no zero, 40 yuan will be the toll." He put $1,400 yuan into his pocket.

"Alright!"   Blackie laughed. "I don't owe you anything now.

Zhang Xiangyang pretended to be surprised: "Chamber pot? When did I take your chamber pot? That thing is dirty and smelly, only a fool would want it!"

Old Black rolled his eyes and said anxiously, "Don't go around in circles with me. Let me tell you the truth. A private collector took a fancy to my chamber pot and bid 100,000 yuan.

When Zhang Xiangyang heard that, he couldn't help laughing: "Don't ask me for the chamber pot, it's under your own bed!"

Old Hei was confused. He went back and took a look. The chamber pot was indeed under the bed, and then he realized that he had been fooled. He asked Zhang Xiangyang puzzled: "This, this chamber pot… what's going on?"

"Thank you! That day, you escorted me all the way to town to send clothes to my son. I sent a text message on the way to ask Sledgehammer to quietly put the chamber pot back." Zhang Xiangyang held back his smile and explained, "By the way, I paid the 400 yuan you owe Sledgehammer to you."