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- The house matter was resolved, and Ye Cong let go of his worries.
Although it has the purpose of investment, what he values ????more is that he finally has a quiet nest again.
The landlord¡¯s son will be back in a few days, and the old man means to wait until his son arrives before completing the formalities. Ye Cong agreed. This is a completely legitimate transaction, and it would be better to come to someone who understands.
The two girls are also smiling. Under the influence of Ye Cong, their taste has improved very quickly. Although the house has a thatched roof, it is better than the quiet environment, so naturally they are very satisfied.
In general, thatched houses refer to adobe houses with thatched roofs, commonly known as "thatched houses". In the old days, this kind of house was a common architectural form in remote areas like Beitong. "The grass is thicker than a foot, and it is renovated when it is three years old. The same is true for government offices, which are warmer than tiles." This kind of thatched house is widely loved by the working people because of its long service life, low cost and relatively easy construction. There are still many such houses in Beitong. Ye Cong still remembers the tool for smoothing the grass, a long wooden handle with a corrugated wooden board like a washboard on the top. After the grass handle is moved to the house, this tool is used If the pestle is strong and the clay is pressed down, the wind will not blow it away and the rain will not penetrate it. There is a poem that goes: "The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream." This is this kind of house.
But this house is not. The bottom is made of thick bluestone, and the bluestone is topped with blue bricks that run from wall to top. The thatch is extremely thick, and the eaves are also very high. Even with Ye Cong's height, it is still not possible to straighten one's arms. In the old Northeast, only landlords and wealthy families could do this. With such luxury, this old man's ancestors must have been from a very good family. A house like this, with a little renovation, won't look like carved beams and painted ceilings, but the blue bricks and white tiles are still very flavorful. Not to mention the huge courtyard.
It can be said that Ye Cong got a big bargain, at least that¡¯s what he thought.
When he was free, Ye Cong explained the renovation plan to the two girls in detail. The blue bricks were retained, the thatched roof was replaced with white tiles, sanitary facilities were added, a brick path was laid in the yard, the vegetable plot was transformed into a garden, and a grape trellis was built. Below are several bamboo chairs. Amidst the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds, we have close friends, a cup of tea, the breeze in our ears, and no worries. How can the word "leisure" be so good!
The two girls were dumbfounded when they heard this. Their eyes were full of little stars, and they kept asking when it would be finished.
Ye Cong pretended to be surprised and said: "It's strange. Why are you so enthusiastic about the house I bought?"
The two girls unanimously said: "What's yours is ours!"
Is this a formal commitment? Ye Cong was immediately overjoyed.
Hearing that the rich man had bought another house, Gu Mei got excited and pulled Ye Cong to visit.
Ye Cong shook his head like a plucked drum and let her do whatever he wanted, both soft and hard, but wouldn't let her watch. joke! Can you take her to see it? What should I do if I can't see you? If you are not afraid of thieves, you are afraid of thieves. Facing this bandit-like woman, no matter how rich the rich man is, he can't stand the trouble!
The weather is getting hotter day by day. On May Day, the old landlord found Ye Cong. His son was back and he could go through the formalities.
The old man¡¯s son is very fair, in his early thirties, thin, with very flexible eyes and looks very shrewd. He has obviously been experienced in the scene for a long time. When they met, he smiled three points first, took out a Liangyou cigarette, handed one to Ye Cong, and lit it for him diligently.
The money is cash, and the certificate is the household registration book. Although the ID card system has been implemented for a year, Ye Cong hasn't had time to apply for it yet. The name of the house must be written as father. He is only fifteen years old. To use a legal term, he is still a person with limited capacity for civil conduct. The name must be written as his own. I don¡¯t know whether it can be done. Even if it can be done, it will be done. He can't do this kind of thing to leave trouble in the future.
Although in principle the parties concerned must be present, at this time the requirements of various departments on the procedures are still too strict. They found an excuse, such as a business trip out of town, etc., and the housing management department just let it go.
The formalities have been completed, but it will take some time to get the property certificate. This is normal, you have to leave time for others to make it.
When going through the formalities, the landlord and his son went together. After leaving the door, the three of them were about to break up. The old man seemed a little hesitant and glanced at Ye Cong, as if he was about to say something but hesitated.
Ye Cong noticed it and asked hurriedly: "Uncle, are you okay?"
The old man said in embarrassment: "Logically speaking, since you have paid off the money, we should buy a house for you right away. But the house is still worth tens of thousands of yuan, and it will take three or two days to clean it up. You see"
Ye Cong smiled: "It's okay. It's not like I don't have a place to live and am waiting for a house. You can just relax and take your time to clean up."
The old man's son interjected: "If we take so many things to the south, we might not even be able to pay for the freight. But my father insists on taking away the furniture as well. This is really embarrassing." He glanced at Ye Cong, "Anyway, you have to live in the house when you buy it. Otherwise, the price will be paid for you."
The old man kept tugging at his son's sleeves and complained in a low voice: "Didn't we agree at home? If you can't take it away, just give it to someone else. How much money does it cost?"
Ye Cong felt a little funny. In this era, there was a significant difference between the commercial civilization in the south and the farming civilization in the north. The contrast between the simplicity of the north and the philistineness of the south was very obvious between the father and son.
He had seen the furniture before, but didn¡¯t look at it carefully. They seemed to be old-fashioned cabinets, tables, and the like. There were copper corners and lock plates everywhere. In the dim light, they looked very old.
He asked the old man¡¯s son: ¡°If you keep all the furniture, how much are you going to ask for?¡±
Before his son could speak, the old man continued: "What are those broken things worth? Just give them some if you see."
"Is two hundred dollars enough?" Ye Cong said.
The old man is very kind, and the price of the house is also very fair. Although the three-door solid wood wardrobe with mirrors that is provided by ticket at this time only costs six or seven yuan. After buying the old furniture in that house, there is a good chance that it can be used as firewood, but , spending two hundred yuan to make the old man happy, Ye Cong didn't feel bad at all.
The son wanted to say something else, but the old man pulled him aside and nodded towards Ye Cong: "That's enough, that's enough. We won't take away any of the furniture, we'll leave it all to you."
Three days later, the old man and his family were leaving, and Ye Cong took the two girls to see them off.
The narrow path in front of the door was filled with a blue Dongfeng truck. When he saw him coming, the old man didn¡¯t say anything and took Ye Cong to walk around the house first. The old man did not break his promise, and the furniture in the house remained untouched, but just like that, a cart was filled?
Under the dark green canvas of the rear compartment, there is something bulging inside and no one knows what is inside. A gust of wind blew open a corner of the canvas, revealing several earthen jars wrapped in straw. Ye Cong couldn't help but laugh. The two old men even brought the pickle jars with them.
"You all take a car? Can uncle and aunt bear such a long journey?" Ye Cong asked.
The old man¡¯s son smiled and said: ¡°That¡¯s okay, the car will take us to Anping first, and then he will go his own way, and we will take the train back to Guangdong.¡±
Ye Cong nodded, chatted for a few more words, turned around, and saw an old man and an old lady standing in the yard wiping tears. Fang Xiaoqiu and Liu Ruolan were each in charge, and they were constantly trying to persuade her.
Ye Cong sighed and walked over and said: "Uncle and aunt, take care of your health. Everything will be fine in the future. You are welcome to come back often. You don't have to live outside. You can still live here. It is fate that we have met. From now on, we will regard this place as a relative." Come on, you can come anytime, I¡¯ll always open the door to welcome you!¡±
The old man held Ye Cong¡¯s hand, wiped his tears on the floor and asked, ¡°Aren¡¯t the big pear trees going to be cut down?¡±
Ye Cong said firmly: "Don't chop it!"
¡°Can¡¯t the rose flowers move?¡±
"Do not move!"
"keep your word?"
¡°Forget it!¡±
The old man breathed a long sigh of relief, waved his hand, and said: "Let's go!" and walked out with long strides. The old lady quickly followed.
Ye Cong and the old man¡¯s son looked at each other, smiled, and shook hands as they said goodbye.
Watching the car drive out of the alley, turn onto the road, and finally disappear into the traffic, Ye Cong sighed again. It's hard to leave your homeland. When people get old, this is the most difficult road, and they don't know this. Do the two old men have a chance to come back and see each other again?
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ps: There are a lot of things going on these days, so I try to take care of both, but people¡¯s energy is limited, so please forgive me if there are any interruptions. It¡¯s free anyway, so just think it¡¯s cheap but not good.
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