Ma Xiu Lan saw that Mrs. Zhang's eyes lit up and thought there was a chance. However, Mrs. Zhang's eyes dimmed again as if she thought of something, and then she rejected her.

Finally, she met someone who seemed to meet the requirements. Ma Xiulan didn't want to miss it, so she thought about it and asked:

"Auntie, I see that you are somewhat interested in my proposal. Do you have any concerns?"

Old Mrs. Zhang glanced at Old Man Zhang with a bleak expression:

"My house has bad feng shui. Since it was built in the 1940s, my family's business has gone bankrupt, my eldest son died in the battlefield, and my eldest daughter-in-law didn't have any children, so she was taken back by her family and remarried.

Later, my youngest son also died in an accident at work, and my youngest daughter-in-law remarried with my granddaughter. We were afraid that our granddaughter would not have a good life, so we gave her all the compensation from our youngest son's factory.

We are both old and have no work to do. We just have to sell our belongings to barely survive.

There are some tough neighbors next door. I want to rent out my house to make some money, but no one wants to rent it. I don't even dare to exchange houses with you. Wouldn't that be harmful to you?"

Old man Zhang glanced at the house next door and said angrily:

"It's all because of that bastard next door who said my house is unlucky for my descendants. He just wants to piss us off to death so he can take over my house. He thinks I don't know what he's up to."

"It's a shame that my son passed away so early. He had no one to back him up and couldn't fight against those scoundrels."

"If the house ends up in the hands of the Wang family, I wouldn't dare die."

Old Mrs. Zhang sighed deeply: "My neighbors say that this house of mine is unlucky for my descendants. My son is dead, and my only granddaughter chose to follow her mother. It's true.

So even though I wanted to change it just now, I thought about how I would feel if it affected your children and grandchildren."

When Ma Xiulan heard this, she realized that as a reborn person, there was no reason for her to be afraid of feng shui.

"Uncle, Madam, I'm not afraid of feng shui. I really want to change this house. I'd like to exchange it with you for the house at No. 138, Lao Zhao's house on this street. What's the appropriate amount of money I can give you?"

Mrs. Zhang was obviously tempted, but she still reiterated: "You really don't think about your children and grandchildren."

Ma Xiulan confirmed again and again that she wanted to change it.

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Old Mrs. Zhang took Old Man Zhang a little further away.

Mrs. Zhang said, "We've sold everything we can. We're going to have no food to eat in a couple of days. It just so happens that this girl knows everything about this house and is willing to trade it. If we trade, one house will be enough for us. We'll have a place to live and money to live on. It's the best deal."

Old man Zhang was also willing to do so, as long as the Wang family next door didn't get a free ride. He was already thinking about how much money he would ask for.

"Let's exchange five rooms for one, and there's a big yard. I think it'll be 2,500 yuan."

Old Mrs. Zhang felt a little guilty. Is 2,500 enough?

Isn’t it a bit high?

Old man Zhang tapped his pipe and said, "Girl, when I built this house more than 30 years ago, my family had a little money from business, so we used only good materials. The stones for the foundation were dug deep, and the wood for the beams was of the best quality.

Look, after all these years, the wood hasn't deteriorated at all. I guarantee you'll have no problems living here for another three generations.

I remember the house at number 138 that you mentioned. I lived there and it needed renovations, so the difference in price was 2,500 yuan."

After saying that, he kept staring at Ma Xiu Lan. This girl was in her forties and looked like a hard-working person. He didn't know if she had so much money. If not, he could accept a lower price.

Unexpectedly, Ma Xiulan agreed immediately.

The main thing is the house. Ma Xiu Lan really likes it. The yard is about 100 square meters, and the five main rooms are about 90 square meters. It is not a small area. And just as the old man said, the house is well built.

"I have one more request."

Old Lady Zhang was worried that Ma Xiulan would think it was too expensive and not buy it, so she was very anxious: "What request? We will agree to anything we can."

"Uncle and Madam, let's tell everyone that we've just swapped houses. Otherwise, I'm afraid someone might think you're rich and want to take advantage of you. I'm also worried about being targeted."

Especially the Zhao family.

Old Man Zhang and Old Lady Zhang agreed repeatedly: "You are really thoughtful."

"Then I'll go back and get the money, and then I'll go with you to deposit it in the bank, and then we'll go through the transfer procedures."

Ma Xiulan returned to the guesthouse and found a tattered wooden box among a pile of moved items.

She bought this box from a scrap yard for fifty cents. Unexpectedly, one day when she accidentally broke the iron edging of the lid, she discovered that the lid actually had a layer of interlayer.

There was also a Qing Dynasty silver note left inside, which she had been hiding.

Three years later in the previous life, the second brother was studying for the fourth college entrance examination at night by candlelight, and he set the warehouse on fire. In order to prevent him from going to jail, I not only sold my job.

I was also anxious to sell this silver note, but I didn't get a particularly high price.

This time she also put the 3,000 yuan she got back from Old Lady Wang into this.

She took out 2,500 yuan, put it in a newspaper, put it in an inconspicuous cloth bag, and rode her bike back to No. 8 Longyang Street to meet up with Old Man Zhang and Old Lady Zhang.

The three of them went to the bank and deposited the money in the name of Old Lady Zhang.

Then I went to the Housing Management Office to complete the formalities.

The formalities were handled quickly. Old Man Zhang said, "Can you give us three more days? I want to find someone to renovate the house at No. 138."

Ma Xiulan said readily, "No problem. I'll go over and help you when you move."

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