The public security in Prince Gong's Mansion has always been good, so even Chu Miaohong, who was pregnant, would often come back here to recuperate.
She took leave from some classes if she could.
After all, it is not very convenient for both you and the other party to carry on the pregnancy in the girls' dormitory.
There are more than 20 comrades from the Public Security Bureau living in the courtyard of Prince Gong's Mansion. Anyone with bad intentions outside will subconsciously take a detour when they see this place.
Just look at the rope of police uniforms drying at the gate of the compound; they are more effective than any talisman to ward off evil spirits.
Ever since someone spread the word that Zhang Hongcheng had access to the room number, Chu Miaohong, who was staying at home to recuperate, would occasionally receive one or two aunts or sisters-in-law who came to visit.
Within a few days, rumors spread in the compound that Zhang's wife was beautiful but soft-hearted.
The aunties actually managed to "trick" the details of the rumor out of Chu Miaohong.
"I'm telling you, don't tell anyone," two aunties were whispering to each other while washing clothes in the courtyard porch. "Xiao Zhang's future brother-in-law has a very good relationship with the people in charge of the resettlement housing at the Indigo Factory. He can definitely get some specially approved housing numbers there."
"There's just one thing: the only people who can get this kind of internal housing number are those who have been relocated."
"The government is urging us to move out and return our houses to the government. Shouldn't we also be considered as relocated residents?"
"It's hard to say. My son went to the district office last night to ask around, and he said it's hard to classify us as households that need relocation. At most, we need to be relocated."
"What's wrong with the resettlement households? Don't they just deserve resettlement housing?"
"You're right, the house price is a bit expensive!"
"That's a building, how can it compare with our shabby yard?"
"I heard that the property rights over there will eventually belong to everyone. I finally understand that sooner or later, the residents of Prince Gong's Mansion will be cleared out by the government. When that happens, it won't be that easy to get a room number."
After washing the clothes, the two returned to the house with their own thoughts.
The aunt who had been repeatedly warned by her friends not to tell anyone appeared at the home of the sister-in-law in the east courtyard within a quarter of an hour.
"Second sister-in-law, are you home?"
"Here I am."
"I'm going to tell you something, but you mustn't tell anyone..."
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Pei Shujing and Sun Suyun, who came from Hangzhou, found that the neighbors here were particularly warm and welcoming after living in Prince Gong's Mansion for only two days.
Seven or eight groups of neighbors come to visit Chu Miaohong's home every day.
Is the living atmosphere of people in the capital city always so harmonious?
Although the two were confused, they also enjoyed this harmonious neighborhood relationship.
But in a place where neither her mother nor her mother-in-law could hear, Chu Miaohong's acting skills became even more superb. She nodded helplessly once again and agreed to help the aunt next door to speak for Xiang Yier.
"We don't dare to charge for the room number, how about this."
"The document requires each household to contribute funds to purchase the place where they live. This price is the internal price of our courtyard. It is only allowed to be circulated within the courtyard and cannot be resold to outsiders."
"How about you sell us the quota that your family bought for themselves?"
"What's the point of selling it?! As long as your future brother-in-law can get the house number, we'll trade the purchase qualification with you."
"But Xiao Chu, there is something I want to remind you of."
"You two shouldn't be tempted by the internal price offered by the higher-ups. It's clearly written in black and white that you are not allowed to sell to people outside the compound."
"If I keep these houses, I won't be able to sell them! And the government said we'll have to build them together in the future..."
Chu Miaohong smiled and patted the other person's hand.
"We have no other choice. You've probably heard about it. My wife made a fortune helping out at Yan University a while ago."
The aunt bared her teeth.
"Wow, this is true? It turns out the Japs are just as stupid as they are on TV."
Chu Miaohong nodded.
"My husband and I are going to be working in the system in the future, so we're really burning this money. It just so happens that the higher-ups have issued a document to adjust our courtyard to engage in joint construction, so we decided to invest the money here."
"Apart from anything else, when my wife is assigned a job in the future, the higher-ups will definitely take a closer look at this matter, right?"
The aunt nodded earnestly.
"It's rare, really rare! It's rare that you two are so young and can be so open-minded."
"Keeping that money in your hands is truly a disaster. Who knows who might be eyeing it? Using it for the joint construction of the courtyard. Even though you'll only have half the ownership, it's essentially paying the money back to the government. Just based on this awareness, I think your wife will definitely join the ministry after graduation!"
After the aunt left, Chu Miaohong, who was reclining in a chair, took out a small notebook, turned to a certain page, and drew a small wave under the name of a certain family.
"We've got another one!"
At this moment, Chu Miaohong was happily imagining what the Grand View Garden would look like after the government renovated it in the future...
Half of the ownership of Prince Gong's Mansion. In another twenty years, I wonder how many people in the government will regret it to death.
She subconsciously touched her slightly bulging belly.
A warm picture suddenly appeared in her imagination.
The spring breeze was blowing, and she sat under the porch with her two little kids, watching the group of people outside the yard shouting "Brother Bao" and "Sister Lin". Oh, and she had to ask Hongcheng to get her a camera.
The June wind carries heat.
Zhang Hongcheng and Zhang Yumin walked in, and he just saw Chu Miaohong hurriedly stuffing a small bowl with cold water behind her.
When she reached out her hand again, there was nothing in it.
Zhang Yumin just thought she was dazzled and didn't take it seriously.
Zhang Hongcheng helplessly stretched out his finger and wiped off the stuff that Chu Miaohong had not wiped off her mouth.
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