Chapter 219 How much does this house cost?
Old Mrs. Wen was about to ask why it was not enough, but after thinking about it carefully, she realized that there were indeed enough rooms in the house, even though not all the family members were present.
It really isn't enough if all the family members are together. Now there are Zhu Tao, A Xiang and Xiong Lu in the family. If my son gets married, there really won't be any room.
Wen Zhenyi looked at her with a smile: "Is it not enough?"
"That wouldn't require a house of several acres."
"Of course. Think about it, if Xiao Taozi, A Xiang and I get married, won't we have nowhere to live when we return home? If grandpa and his family come to stay at home for a while, won't you be short of housing?"
Old Mrs. Wen was so confused by what she said that she didn't know how to refute him. She could only look at Old Man Wen.
Old Man Wen could only give her a helpless look. If you can't handle your granddaughter, I have even less power.
Ma Yinghe: "It's not like you guys come back often."
"Mom, don't you want us to come back and stay for a while?"
Ma Yinghe choked and tugged at Wen Chengwen's sleeve, signaling him to speak.
Wen Chengwen smiled and said, "Yi Yi, what kind of building do you want to build?"
"I want to build a lot of yards, one for grandpa and grandma, one for parents, and one each for my brother and Xiaoman..."
She said one, and Wen Chengwen wrote it down. By the time she finished, there were almost more than ten courtyards. This one was a house, and this one was a villa.
When Mrs. Wen heard this, her mouth twitched: "Yi Yi, isn't this house a bit too much?"
"Not much. Think about it, if your brother gets married in the future, you have to give them a private space, right? And each courtyard has a small kitchen, bathroom, toilet, and guest room, so you can also entertain your friends, right?"
The Wen family swallowed their saliva and said, "How much does this house cost?"
Wen Zhenyi hadn't really calculated it: "I need to ask a master to calculate it. I think the expensive part is the bricks and tiles, the other expenses shouldn't be much."
Old Lady Wen frowned and said, "Let's wait until the shop is no longer able to sell it."
"Okay. Grandma, let me ask you, how many acres does our current village house have?"
"One acre and three mu of land, what's wrong with that?"
"How much money would it cost to build a large brick and tile house of this size?"
Old Man Wen had worked as a temporary worker when he was young, so he knew this: "A house like this can be built for only fifty or sixty taels."
Wen Zhenyi calculated in his mind that seven or eight hundred taels should be enough to build a large enough house.
Because shops in town are used for commercial purposes, the price is much higher than building a house. "What about the house in town?"
"The houses in town are not expensive."
“Isn’t it expensive?”
Old Man Wen nodded and said, "Take this house in the backyard for example. If it didn't have the shop, the price of this house would be thirty taels."
Wen Zhenyi took a look at the backyard. It was not as big as the houses in the village. The materials used were blue bricks and gray tiles, but the price was really not expensive.
The adobe houses in their village were relatively cheap to build, and a few taels of silver were enough.
Seeing that she was still pondering the house, Old Lady Wen patted her head and said, "Whether it's in a town or a county, the price of a shop is always higher than the price of a house, especially a shop in a good location."
"I know. If we can still buy it, we'll buy it. If we can't, we'll rent it. We'll buy it later when we have extra money."
Mrs. Wen nodded. "Before, the street across the street was crowded and the prices were higher. Now this side is getting more lively, but I don't know if the prices will be higher."
"It's okay, I'll ask when Master Cheng comes back."
"One by one." Aunt You walked in from the hall with some anger on her face.
Wen Zhenyi saw the expression on her face: "Aunt You, what happened?"
"Go to the lobby and take a look."
Wen Zhenyi glanced at the Wen family and said, "Grandma, please sit for a while. I'll go take a look."
"We'll go with you to take a look."
"No need. I'll call you if I can't handle it." Then he looked at A Xiang next to him and said, "A Xiang, let's go take a look."
"I said I came to buy cookies and bread. Are you deaf?"
“Sir, the biscuits and bread in my shop are not available every day.” Shen Hanxing’s tone was calm.
The man grabbed Shen Hanxing's collar and said, "Boy, I'm telling you, today you can have it or not, do you understand?"
Chen Hanxing's expression remained cold, and his voice didn't fluctuate at all: "Guest, it's the same no matter how many times I say it, no."
“Boy, you’re looking for death.” The man said as he raised his hand and hit Shen Hanxing in the face.
Chen Hanxing didn't avoid or dodge, just watched the fist coming towards his face.
The other guests screamed in fear.
The fist was still a fist away from Shen Hanxing, but was blocked by A Xiang. He pinched the man's wrist and twisted it back hard. The man let go of Shen Hanxing in pain: "Let go, let go, is this just your way of treating guests?"
Wen Zhenyi walked to Shen Hanxing's side, saw the wrinkles on his clothes, and his eyes turned cold: "Brother Shen, are you okay?"
Shen Hanxing straightened his clothes and shook his head gently at her: "It's okay."
Wen Zhenyi then turned to look at the man who was being held by A Xiang and kneeling on one leg: "If you are a guest, I welcome you. If you come here to cause trouble, I will not entertain you here."
"I just came here to buy cakes."
"I don't have any cakes to sell here, and I won't sell you any in the future."
"Do you know who I am? How dare you hit me?"
Wen Zhenyi tilted his head and looked at him: "Do I need to know you?"
"I'm Biaozi's brother. Do you know who Biaozi is? Do you know what will happen if you offend me? Do you still want to open this store?"
Wen Zhenyi narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "That Biaozi?"
"Biaozi from Gambling Street, if you know what's good for you, let me go now, or I'll make you pay for it."
Wen Zhenyi showed a meaningful smile on his face: "Axiang, bring your people and go out with me."
Seeing that she was about to leave, Shen Hanxing reached out and grabbed her wrist: "This Biaozi is not an ordinary person."
"I know. I have some acquaintance with him."
"I'll go with you."
"No need, with Axiang here, he can't do anything to me."
Chen Hanxing looked at Axiang: "Protect your master."
Ah Xiang nodded calmly, grabbed the man and walked towards the door.
Wen Zhenyi glanced at Shen Hanxing: "Please tell my grandma and the others."
"good."
A Xiang grabbed the man who was bigger and stronger than himself without any effort, leaving him no chance to resist.
The man cursed harshly all the way.
Wen Zhenyi was a little annoyed, so he reached out and took his chin off. His saliva flowed down his chin onto his clothes.
When they arrived at the gambling street, the thugs there turned pale with fear when they saw Wen Zhenyi: "Biao, Biao, Brother Biao."
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