This house is not a good buy!

"No, no!" Lin Wanyue cried out, "This house is no good!"

Lin Weiming followed behind An Yazi, looking left and right, but couldn't really see anything wrong with it.

The previous owner of this house was probably a wealthy landowner. The house was built with a certain elegance, and the wood used for the furniture was of the very kind that Lin Weiming would never have been willing to buy.

When his family was renovating their house, he had taken money to the market to buy some timber, so he knew the price of these things.

Just a quick mental estimate tells me that the price of these wooden furniture pieces alone is probably more than fifty taels!

But since my daughter says no, then this house must be no good.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know if there are any other houses around here? My daughter said no, so we can't buy it," Lin Weiming said apologetically to An Yazi.

He could tell that An Yazi was on the verge of a breakdown.

An Yazi really didn't understand.

He felt that it was getting dark and the deal was definitely not going to go through.

But even if it can't be done, shouldn't he at least die knowing why?

“No… Miss Lin, what is it about this house that you’re not satisfied with? You’re probably too young to understand the value of a house! If this house weren’t in my possession, you wouldn’t be able to buy it for even one or two hundred taels of silver from someone else!” An Yazi said somewhat displeased.

Lin Wanyue looked at him with her bright eyes, then pointed to a corner of the room: "Someone died here, there's a ghost!"

"You little brat, An Yazi!" Lin Weiming was furious upon hearing this, grabbing An Yazi by the collar. "You're just going to sell me a haunted house like this? Do you want to get beaten up?"

Lin Weiming is no longer someone who is particularly afraid of ghosts.

After all, there were three ghosts living in the house. They could not only teach the eldest son to read, but also help the family chop firewood.

This had already changed Lin Weiming's view of ghosts.

But can a haunted house be priced the same as a regular house?

Lin Weiming was furious that this person dared to deceive him!

If my daughter hadn't been there watching over me, I probably would have been completely fooled by this man.

Buying a haunted house at a high price is a scam!

An Yazi was much shorter than Lin Weiming. He was grabbed by the collar and lifted up, so that his feet couldn't even touch the ground.

"Hey, hey... Master Lin, don't be angry, don't be angry! There's no such thing. This, this nice house, how could it be haunted? And it's already dark... If there really were ghosts, how could I dare to bring you here?" Of course, An Yazi couldn't admit it.

But as soon as he finished speaking, the cold wind swirled and blew up behind him.

As darkness fell and the last rays of sunlight faded, the beautiful courtyard seemed to grow increasingly menacing in the night.

Suddenly, a strong smell of urine wafted over.

Lin Weiming then realized that An Yazi, whom he was holding by the collar, had wet his pants in fright.

"Ugh~" He angrily threw the person to the ground.

“Didn’t you say there were no ghosts? I think you’re the one with a guilty conscience! You’re so scared, and you still dare to say there’s nothing wrong here?” Lin Weiming hugged his daughter and said to An Yazi, “Since you won’t admit it, then we don’t need to look at other houses tonight. We’ll just stay here and keep watch for the night!”

"How...how can that be?" An Yazi was so frightened that he trembled and, ignoring his wet pants, tried to get up and run away.

Lin Weiming glared at him, and the quiet aura behind him sent chills down An Yazi's spine, making his legs go weak and unable to move.

Lin Weiming has now figured it out: those houses that this guy took him to see before probably had some problems.

He just couldn't see it; he thought everything about him was perfect.

The thought of how he regretted not being able to buy those nice houses made Lin Weiming so angry that he wanted to kick the guy a couple more times.

Lin Wanyue hugged Lin Weiming's neck and looked at An Yazi with a grin.

She was wearing a red dress. During the day, she looked fair and cute, but at night, her fair face looked a little scary.

An Yazi remained stubborn, his eyes darting around as he tried to find another excuse, but then Lin Wanyue gently blew a breath.

In the cold night wind, An Yazi felt as if something cold and damp was creeping up his face onto his shoulder.

"Ah! Miss Lin... I... I know a room that's... clean and nice..." An Yazi shouted desperately, "I'll take you there!"

Lin Weiming snorted coldly: "How can I believe what you say? Tell me how many times you've lied to me in this day?"

An Yazi gave an awkward smile, but she still thought Lin Wanyue was more terrifying. She looked at her pitifully and said, "I guarantee that there is really no problem with that house, and it's also spacious... If you like it, I... I'll sell it to you at a lower price."

"Oh?" Lin Wanyue looked down at him, raising her eyebrows slightly.

"...I bought that house to rent to scholars. It's a really good place, you really have to believe me!"

"Let's go take a look," Lin Wanyue said, and only then did An Yazi dare to get up from the ground.

He led the way, and it was completely dark by then. This time, he dared not play any tricks.

He bought two lanterns nearby, kept one for himself, and handed the other to Lin Weiming.

He led the two to a small house.

This house is actually not as good as the previous one, but there is a small river in front of the door and a small hill at the end. From a feng shui perspective, it is indeed a good location with both wealth and support.

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