“Her house is a whole courtyard!” Mrs. He said.
Song Yan really wanted to slap him. "I bought this yard with my own money, how dare you be so shameless! You're just jealous of other people's things and you're so self-righteous about it."
"Director Xue, how many families should live in that half of the courtyard at the very least?" Song Yan suppressed his anger.
One main room and two side rooms, that would require at least three families.
"There should be at least three households!" Director Xue said.
Actually, a house with a reverse-facing orientation is good for families with limited housing.
"This is my godfather," Song Yan gestured to Lao Zeng and Di Jianjun. They shared a room.
“This is my fellow villager. He came to Kyoto to study and lives here,” Song Yan said, pointing to Ji Chunyang.
"His name is Chang Xiaohu. Xiaohu, go get your letter of introduction. He lives here."
My third aunt is coming to work in Kyoto soon, and she plans to rent my apartment.
That makes four.
“Your household has quite a few people, which fully complies with the regulations.” Director Xue didn’t want to cause trouble for them in the first place.
The neighborhood committee rents out rooms for only two yuan a month. Why don't people just rent out their own rooms? That would usually cost three yuan. Short-term rentals could even be four yuan!
The He family clearly wanted to take advantage of the situation.
Mrs. He was unwilling to give up and wanted to say something more. Song Yan spoke up before she could.
Song Yan: "I have a niece and a nephew living with us. There isn't a single empty room in my yard."
"How many people live in one room in other people's houses? How many people live in one room in your house?" Old Mrs. He was unwilling to accept this! Such a big yard and not a single room can be rented.
"Your family is large and crammed together because you are a family."
They're not even from the same family, yet they live in the same house?
"Can you squeeze in? If you can find a room, I'll rent it. I have nowhere to live anyway," Shen Ruomei said.
Director Xue left quickly. The other person was in compliance with regulations; she didn't want to cause trouble.
No matter how unwilling Mrs. He was, there was nothing she could do. Even if other families offered up empty rooms, it wouldn't be their turn.
Aunt Wei was a little scared. She understood; they just wanted to take over the house!
Song Yan comforted her, "It's okay! She can't take over our house. It'll be fine next year."
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