Chapter 172 Ownership Transfer Troubles

Ye Mingzhu had just thought that the servant was just being arrogant, but after listening to Uncle Yan's words and seeing the servant's reaction, she realized that the servant was trying to get something for nothing, and she was no longer anxious.

Seeing them standing still, the servant frowned and said, "Do you still want to sell the house? If you don't go and transfer the ownership, don't blame me for not giving you the money."

Ye Mingzhu then glanced at the servant and said, "You just saw our property deed, but I don't know if the money is ready."

The servant said with disdain: "You won't be left out."

Ye Mingzhu had no good feelings towards this boy. She insisted, "Three hundred and fifty taels, take it out now, and we will go with you to transfer the ownership."

The servant took out a banknote and showed it to them in a bad mood: "Here is a banknote, don't worry."

Ye Mingzhu only glanced at it, not even seeing the amount of money on it: "Is this a silver note for three hundred and fifty taels?"

The servant's eyes wandered: "You won't lose any money."

Ye Mingzhu's face turned cold, and she turned to Uncle Yan and said, "Uncle Yan, our house is sold for three hundred and fifty taels. We can't transfer it for even a penny less."

The servant's face turned ugly, but Ye Mingzhu ignored him. She asked Uncle Yan to wait here for a while while she went to buy some things. Ye Yun'an followed immediately.

About an incense stick of time later, the two people came back, and Ye Mingzhu brought a few sesame cakes and a bag of braised pork.

"Uncle Yan, I guess you won't have time to eat on the way, so I'll give you these to eat on the way."

Uncle Yan didn't expect that Ye Mingzhu was going to buy him food. He took the bag of food, nodded, and looked at the servant next to him.

"Are you going in my ox cart?"

The servant rolled his eyes and said, "How long will it take to get to the county by ox cart? We have a horse carriage. Come with me."

After saying that, without waiting for Uncle Yan to speak, he walked directly to a carriage parked nearby.

Ye Mingzhu said loudly: "Uncle Yan, you are the best in our family in Kung Fu, and only you can do this well."

As she spoke, she kept an eye on the servant. She saw the servant turn his head and look at them with a look of surprise on his face. This was exactly the effect she wanted.

With Uncle Yan's kung fu, nothing should go wrong. It's better to avoid accidents that can be avoided.

"Uncle Yan, Brother Yu is in the county town. When you go to the county government office, go look for him. If you can't find him, go look for Xiaowu." She lowered her voice a lot and instructed Uncle Yan again.

"I got it, don't worry." Uncle Yan's mouth twitched, as if he was smiling. He had just clearly heard Ye Mingzhu talking about our family.

He was deeply touched that Ye Mingzhu treated him as a family member.

Perhaps what Ye Mingzhu said just now worked. When the servant saw Uncle Yan coming, he just curled his lips and said nothing.

Uncle Yan waved to Ye Mingzhu and the others, then got on the carriage, which quickly headed towards the county town.

Ye Mingzhu let out a sigh of relief.

In ancient times, you really couldn't survive without power. He was just a servant, but he had such an arrogant attitude.

It seems that improving one's status is imminent.

"Sister, let's go eat something?" Ye Yun'an broke her thoughts.

"You haven't eaten yet?" Ye Mingzhu glanced at the sky. At this time, most people had already eaten. She thought Aunt Jiang and the others had already eaten, so she only bought food for Uncle Yan.

"Let's find a place to eat nearby." It was already past dinner time, so they could only find a random place to eat.

Aunt Jiang and Ye Yun'an were not picky eaters, so the three of them found a noodle stall nearby and each had a bowl of shredded pork noodles.

On the other side of the carriage, Uncle Yan took out some sesame cakes and braised pork and started eating them with relish.

The servant had eaten before coming. Seeing Uncle Yan eating with relish, he looked disdainful. Only they liked to eat such rough food.

But after a while, the aroma of marinated meat filled the entire carriage, and the servant felt saliva coming out of his mouth. It seemed that he did not have enough to eat at noon.

Uncle Yan acted as if he didn't see his expression. He opened another pancake, put the braised pork in it, and ate it even more happily.

The servant watched Uncle Yan eat two pancakes at an extremely fast speed and couldn't help coughing: "Ahem, you didn't eat too much, did you?"

Uncle Yan looked up at him and asked, "Do you want to eat?"

The servant said with disdain: "I don't like such ordinary food."

Uncle Yan said "oh", lowered his head and stuffed the pancake in his hand into his mouth, chewing it with big mouthfuls. After he finished eating, he evenly distributed the remaining braised meat among the remaining three pancakes.

The servant originally thought that Uncle Yan would give him one, but he didn't expect that Uncle Yan was only concerned with eating by himself and didn't pay any attention to him at all.

Soon, Uncle Yan ate half of the pancake again. The servant finally couldn't help but said, "I didn't have enough for lunch."

Uncle Yan looked up, his face full of surprise: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that you didn't eat? Let the driver stop and you go buy something to eat."

The servant's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. He thought Uncle Yan would share one of the pancakes with him, but he didn't expect Uncle Yan to say that.

They were on their way to the county town, so there was no time for him to buy food. The young master was waiting for them in the town.

"This is for you." Uncle Yan saw that the boy's face was getting worse and worse, so he handed him a pancake and then handed the last pancake with meat to the driver.

The driver had already smelled the aroma of meat in the carriage, and he took the pancake and started eating it impatiently.

The servant was holding the sesame cake in his hand and was still a little unresponsive. Uncle Yan looked outside the car and started chatting with the driver. He glared at Uncle Yan and bit the sesame cake hard.

Uncle Yan saw the servant's actions out of the corner of his eye and said nothing.

This servant was just a little greedy, not a ruthless person. He had been in the capital for many years and had seen many arrogant and domineering servants, so he naturally knew how to control these people.

After the servant finished eating the pancake, he felt much less depressed. He wanted to say a few words to Uncle Yan, but Uncle Yan didn't even look at him, which made him feel very upset.

Uncle Yan didn't talk much to the servant until they arrived at the county government office. He just held out his hand to the servant while writing the transfer document and said, "Money."

The servant took out a silver note from his sleeve pocket and threw it to him.

Uncle Yan acted very quickly. He grabbed the banknote almost the moment the servant threw it. The servant was shocked. He didn't expect Uncle Yan's kung fu to be so good.

Uncle Yan glanced at the banknote and looked at him with a half-smile: "This banknote is for three hundred taels."

The servant said timidly, "For such a shabby house, giving you three hundred taels is a good deal."

Uncle Yan's face turned cold: "The three hundred and fifty taels were agreed upon in advance. If you can't afford it, just say so. At worst, we won't sell the house."

After he finished speaking, he took out the transfer document he had just written and threw the banknote back to the servant.

The servant didn't have Uncle Yan's ability. He threw the banknote on the ground and looked at Uncle Yan in shock, not believing that Uncle Yan really dared not sell it.

Uncle Yan ignored him. He thought people like him needed a beating before they would obey him. He looked at the clerk standing beside him in shock and asked, "Is Xiaowu in the county government office today?"