Chapter 76 Obtaining the Yard

Chapter 76 Obtaining the Yard

The next day.

Wen Jiajia took the money and went to work. After lunch, Sister Lu's husband came to see her. The two of them went to the Housing Authority to transfer the house. Looking at the real estate deed in her hand, she was very happy.

Hey, the total area is 128 square meters. She originally thought it was only 108 square meters. She had planned to build an 88-square-meter room and still have 20 square meters left for the yard.

Who would have thought that the whole row of houses behind him also belonged to him? It was only at this time that Sister Lu's husband remembered this matter.

Wen Jiajia found a secluded place, took out the money and handed it to him, "Please count it. I have heard that the market value of this uninhabitable house is about 800. You said yesterday that it is 600, so a 30% discount is 420. Because you still have some bricks and wooden beams in your house, but they have been stripped away and are of no use. Cleaning them up is also a costly and laborious job, so how about I round it up and give you 400?"

800 is just the market price, but it is very difficult to buy a house there for 800. Because most of the houses are mixed with several families, and you have to coordinate with several families, which is very troublesome.

Besides, the sudden extra 20 square meters was enough to make Wen Jiajia very happy.

Sister Lu's husband was so moved at this moment. He sold the house with the mentality of giving it away for free, but he didn't expect to get 400 yuan.

For him, 400 yuan is a huge sum of money.

Oh no, it's a huge sum of money for everyone to be exact.

"Okay, okay!" He nodded, and after taking inventory, he took out the contract that had been written long ago, wrote the price first, and then the two of them signed separately.

The contract is in two copies, one for each person, so that even if a dispute arises, Wen Jiajia can produce the contract.

Before leaving, Wen Jiajia asked, "I heard from Sister Lu that you have another yard like this?"

"Yes! Mine is almost the same as my great uncle's, only even bigger." It was also in an alley, but he didn't like living there, so he lent it to his uncle's family.

Wen Jiajia sincerely suggested: "I think you should not sell that house."

He laughed, carefully put the money into the bag inside his clothes, and said, "No! Definitely not. This is my family's ancestral home. If I sell it, my father will beat me up."

Beat the hell up! His father wanted to live in a clean and bright building without stagnant water or mud, otherwise he would not agree to lend the house to his uncle's family.

This time, when he heard that someone had taken over the bungalow, he wished that Wen Jiajia could buy the other yard as well.

He just felt that he had to leave himself a way out. When his son grew up and got married, if he couldn't get along with his son's family, he could move into the yard.

Wen Jiajia: “That’s good.” Things will only get better in the future.

Wen Jiajia was a little excited that day. With a yard in her pocket, she kept taking out the deed from time to time and checking it over and over again.

How wonderful.

evening.

After returning home, Wei Dai had not returned yet. Wen Jiajia was a little disappointed. She wanted to show him the land deed as soon as possible.

The two children were not in the living room either. When they heard the noise in the room, Wen Jiajia realized that one was doing homework and the other was listening to the radio.

After Wen Jiajia's encouragement for a period of time, Wen Chun began to develop the habit of reading and writing every day.

Now I can write numbers within 100, do addition and subtraction within 100, and even know how to read some common words.

Well, I’m not very good at writing yet. I only know simple and important words like “one, two, three” and my own name.

This led to her developing a strong interest in picture books with words. She used to only look at the pictures and often couldn't understand them at all. Now she can simply read the stories and sometimes even tell them to Wen Xuan.

She took out all the picture books at home from the box and looked through them from new to old.

"What are you doing?" Wen Jiajia asked Wen Chun.

Wen Chun shook his head: "I'm writing a story."

"...Wow, writing a story? What story?" Wen Jiajia couldn't help laughing out loud.

Wen Chun turned to look at her and said seriously, "Aunt, don't laugh. I'm writing about Uncle Xie's story! He's like Little Soldier Zhang Ga. Someone has written about Zhang Ga, but he hasn't. I have to write about him."

Wen Jiajia understood that Xie Yang was trying to fool the child again. His life story had to be kept secret, so how could he tell it to a little brat like Wen Chun?

"Okay, then you write well. After you finish, your aunt will also read your masterpiece carefully." After saying that, Wen Jiajia went to cook.

Wen Chun didn't think her aunt was teasing her at all. She just agreed and decided to have everyone in the army read her masterpiece!

There was no flour left at home, so Wen Jiajia couldn’t make instant pancakes. She could only steam rice.

The Chinese cabbages that were planted in the yard a few days ago are just ready to be eaten. They are tender and dense, and you can just pick some and stir-fry a plate of tender cabbages.

Then use the pork fat to stew the tofu.

I ground the tofu yesterday evening and made two tables of tofu. I distributed one table this morning and there is still a lot left at home.

The homemade tofu has a strong bean flavor and is just the right amount of softness and hardness. After stewing, small holes of varying sizes appear on the tofu, which are filled with soup, making it very tasty.

Finally, steam a bowl of egg custard and put it in a rice bucket and steam it together with the rice. When the rice is ready, the egg custard can also be eaten.

Take out the egg custard, open the oil can lid, pick up a little white pig fat cooked two days ago with chopsticks and dissolve it in the egg custard. Then pour half a spoonful of soy sauce, so that the tender yellow egg custard is stained with soy sauce color and sprinkled with a little oil, which makes people's appetite whetted at the sight.

Wei Dai came back at the right time. Wen Jiajia had just put the food on the table and arranged the dishes before he arrived home.

Seeing his wife humming a tune with the corners of her mouth raised slightly, he knew that there was good news.

Wei Dai took off his coat and hung it on the hanger: "Has the house been transferred?"

Wen Jiajia put her hands on her hips and said, "Of course."

Wei Dai smiled and said, "Are you so happy? It's a bungalow, isn't it?"

Wen Jiajia rolled her eyes and said, "You are an ignorant person. A bungalow is better. I won't argue with you now, but you will know later."

Wei Dai: "It's good to have a bungalow like ours with a mountain behind and water in front, but the bungalows in the alleys are average, you have to be prepared. And the bungalows in the alleys are not like those in Qingshui Lane, most of them are mixed, and there are only public toilets."

Wen Jiajia: "Don't worry, I don't plan to live there now." She just bought the location, who would be willing to live there now?

"Oh, stop talking, wash your hands and eat!" Wen Jiajia urged, pushing him to the kitchen to wash his hands.

Wei Dai went on a mission some time ago and became darker and thinner. Wen Jiajia now has to watch him eat every day.

The aroma of the stewed tofu with pork lard filled the house. A large bowl of it was cooked and eaten up by the family of four.

After dinner, Wen Jiajia began to think about her courtyard. She was still very excited. Even though she knew she wouldn't be able to live there for a few years, she still wanted to plan for the courtyard.

I painted and drew, and there were ponds and rockery, but in the end I drew too many things and wanted too much, and 128 square meters couldn't fit them all.

Wei Dai picked up the blueprint and looked at it for a while: "If we build it this way, there will be no place to stand."

Wen Jiajia sighed: "If only there were 228, oh no, 328, then it would definitely be able to hold all of the things I've drawn."

Wei Dai: "Once I have 328, I will think about 528. Then I might as well buy a garden."

Don’t tell me, Wen Jiajia really thought about it.

But don't even think about those famous gardens. Perhaps it would be more reliable to buy a suitable piece of land to build a garden.

As a time traveler, she definitely dreams of buying a courtyard house. But after living here for a long time, she still prefers the gentle and gentle Jiangnan, and forgets about the extremely expensive courtyard house for the time being.

night.

The sun was shining brightly today, so before going out, Wen Jiajia moved the thick quilt to the yard to dry in the sun, and asked Sister Bao to bring it back into the house before evening.

The quilt, which had been exposed to the sun all day, became extremely soft. Wen Jiajia rolled around on the bed for several times before she rested.

Wen Jiajia suddenly said, "I plan to go to Shayue's house to play this weekend. Her child is already a few months old. I heard that he is very cute. I have to go and see him."

Wei Dai: "About five months."

Wen Jiajia sighed, "That's right! Well, it's good now. There are nurseries in the workplace. After five months, babies can be placed in nurseries. Shayue has been relieved for a while now."

Even after becoming a mother, she always worried about her son. Every time she had lunch with him, she would wonder whether her son had eaten or had defecated.

Wei Dai got on the bed, put her cold feet on his abdomen to warm them up, and asked with a smile: "Do you want to bring a gift?"

"Of course. I've prepared a bottle." Wen Jiajia said, "Actually, I've prepared two. I'll send one home when the time comes."

I corresponded with Wei Xiaomei at the beginning of the month. She said that my sister-in-law's condition was not very good and sometimes she had to rely on injections to save the fetus.

"My elder brother and his wife insist on having the baby in my belly." Wen Jiajia couldn't help but whispered after enduring for a long time, "If I was like this when I was pregnant, you shouldn't insist on having it."

After a pause, he continued, "Even if I insist, you should not insist and should persuade me more."

She had never been pregnant or a mother, so she couldn't understand this feeling. Maybe when pregnant, one would naturally protect the baby in her belly, but now Wen Jiajia only puts herself first.

Wei Dai covered her mouth and said, "Nonsense, we are both in such good health, how could the child not be good?"

"I said, just in case..."

"That's just not possible. If that were the case, we wouldn't have given birth. We already have Chun'er and Xuanxuan." Wei Dai hugged her tightly.

Wen Jiajia laughed and looked at him with sparkling eyes: "Why don't we give it a try next year?"

Wei Dai was puzzled: "Can we still try this?" If it doesn't work, should we just return it.

Then he reacted and asked in disbelief: "Next year?"

Wen Jiajia patted him lightly: "What's wrong with next year? Is it a bad year?"

Wei Dai explained: "No, I thought you would have to wait a few years before you had this plan."

Wen Jiajia: "No. So you'd better take care of your health starting from next spring. You will be fully responsible if anything goes wrong."

"Sure! Anything is fine."

Wei Dai couldn't help but wonder what his and Wen Jiajia's children would look like.

For a moment, I was worried that the child would be ugly. Although neither he nor his wife were ugly, genetics are not logical. What if the gene was passed on to his father... that would be very sad.

His father inherited his great-grandfather's big nose and small eyes. Wei Dai felt that his mother had made a great contribution to his family, and had made great efforts in improving their appearance. Without his mother, his family would have big noses and small eyes.

She was also worried that the child would be stupid, as he had not been very good at studying when he was young. Wei Dai couldn't help but secretly pray in his heart that he would learn from his mother in this regard.

But after thinking about it, I finally sighed. Forget it, I just hope my child is healthy, everything else is trivial!

Wen Jiajia was about to fall asleep when she was suddenly awakened by his sigh.

"What are you doing!" Wen Jiajia turned over and said in a muffled voice, "Go to sleep quickly. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Wei Dai suppressed his excitement and asked Wen Jiajia, "How do you read that poem? I only wish my son to have a fortune without any disaster or trouble."

“…”

Wen Jiajia took a deep breath and said, "Shut up and go to sleep!"

Having said this, he pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

She felt that she would have a nightmare tonight because her and Wei Dai's child followed Wei Dai in studying.

"Hey, you have to tell me so I can fall asleep... Never mind, I'll check it myself tomorrow."

As he spoke, he turned over, and the two of them stood back to back.

As a result, the quilt propped up in the middle was always blowing in the wind, making their backs feel cold, so the two of them lay down face to face and fell asleep.

The next day, Wen Jiajia had forgotten about this matter because she got up late and didn't even have time to eat breakfast. She quickly washed up and rode her bike to work, even her hair was casually tied up.

I met Lanlan when passing by the hotel. She was standing next to the steamer selling steamed buns. I looked up and saw that it was only 7:45. No rush, no rush, let's stop and have a meal.

"Jia Jia, you didn't have breakfast today." Lan Lan asked, while making two steamed buns for the customer.

She is very particular. She will wear a mask at times like this and cover the steamed buns with a clean white towel to prevent road dust. So even though there are two state-owned hotels nearby, this state-owned hotel always has the most customers. It's already past 7:40, and there are still many people coming to buy steamed buns.

"Good morning, Lanlan. What do you want to eat today?" Wen Jiajia parked the car and entered the hotel.

I took a quick look and saw that Professor Feng and his wife were there too. There was a plate of buns on the table and they were eating them happily.

Master He leaned out and asked her, "We have steamed buns today. Do you want some? They're almost gone."

Wen Jiajia quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes. Master He, please give me one portion right away. Do you have porridge? Give me another bowl of porridge."

After she finished speaking, Professor Feng heard her voice and turned around: "It's Comrade Xiao Wen."

Wen Jiajia greeted with a smile, "Teacher Feng, the steamed buns here are delicious. I didn't lie to you when I said our food is delicious."

"Hey! You are such a sly guy. You lied a lot, but you didn't lie about the food and accommodation." All the equipment and other things had to be discounted by 20% to 30%!

"I'm just a small soldier. You have to find Director Gao for this matter. She is the one who holds the main responsibility." Wen Jiajia smiled and sat down opposite her. There was only an empty seat at the table for the couple.

Teacher Feng didn't hear Jia Jia's nonsense. He pushed the small dish in front of her and said, "If you help me make a portion of pickled radishes, your deception will be forgiven."

Is it that simple? Wen Jiajia went to fight immediately.

After playing, I brought back my own Xiaolongbao and then served millet porridge. There were 10 Xiaolongbao in a layer, and the millet porridge was so thick that you could stick chopsticks in it without it falling over.

"The kimchi made by Master He is delicious, right? The pickled radish is especially delicious. Then there are the pickled cucumbers and taro." Wen Jiajia said, then got up to make herself a plate of kimchi. She almost forgot about it.

Teacher Feng didn't say anything. Her husband spoke instead. "It has sour, sweet and spicy flavors, which suits the taste of people in our area. But the pickled cabbage I had yesterday was Sichuan style, and I like that better."

Wen Jiajia was surprised: "Are you from Sichuan? Master He went there to study for a while when he was young. He knows how to make some Sichuan pickles, which can only be eaten on Thursdays."

Teacher Feng: "He is! He has been away from home for more than 30 years, but his taste has not changed."

Wen Jiajia: "Taste and accent are determined when you are young, so they are not likely to change easily. Otherwise, you wouldn't have the same accent even when your hair is greying."

Teacher Feng smiled and said, "Not necessarily. I'm from the north, and I'm used to the taste here, right?"

Wen Jiajia said in a very clear tone, "Teacher Feng, your ancestors must be from around here... um, by around here I mean the Yangtze River Delta."

Teacher Feng was surprised: "That's right! My parents' hometown is here, so taste is not only acquired but also inherited."

The couple had almost finished eating when Wen Jiajia started eating.

The small basket is thin and contains a lot of water. Dip it in the vinegar dish. The sweetness of the soup is captured by the tongue sensitively. After being magnified by the vinegar, it is so delicious that people can't wait to swallow it into their stomach.

A bowl of porridge and a layer of steamed buns, after eating, I smell Jia Jia and feel so comfortable.

The factory has recently entered a stable period. After everyone has been working very hard for two months, they have to stop and rest for a week or two.

Wen Jiajia can now basically ensure that her daily work is completed before three o'clock in the afternoon. After three o'clock, she has free time. Sometimes she goes to the water room to pick up some coal slag - winter is here, and the water room is always boiling water all day long, so coal is a must.

What can coal slag do? Wen Jiajia was really surprised that coal slag could be synthesized into cement.

Cement, this is cement!

Now you can’t buy cement without cement strips, and even if you have strips, you’ll need several pieces in a bag.

The only problem is that the amount synthesized is not very large. She is only given two or three kilograms each time, just like squeezing toothpaste, which makes Wen Jiajia a little discouraged.

Fortunately, coal slag is waste product and almost every factory has it, so she can save up a lot by accumulating a little bit at a time.

Apart from that, she would walk around the factory. Director Gao saw that she liked to walk around, so he always gave her the task of delivering documents.

After visiting each department and attending weekly meetings, Wen Jiajia understood at least 70% of this new factory.

She felt that she had the confidence to open a small factory, and maybe she could try to open a garment factory after graduating from university.

Well, she doesn't have the capability to build a medical glass factory like this yet, and she probably won't have it within ten years.

Busy and leisurely, it’s the end of the year in a blink of an eye.

It's the end of another year.

The wind outside was so cold that the gate to the courtyard creaked.

"Xuanxuan, go and lock the door. You were the last one to enter the yard, and the door is not closed properly." Wen Jiajia shouted towards the house. The two children knew how to enjoy themselves. In this weather, they were hiding in the warm bed and listening to the radio.

"Auntie, I'm cold!" Xuanxuan made it clear that she was unhappy. Just as she was acting like that, Wei Dai came back and closed the door.

Wen Jiajia no longer had time to pay attention to her, so she asked Wei Dai, "Did you give all the things to Fang Hongjun?"

Wei Dai nodded: "Yes. He bought the ticket at 2 o'clock this afternoon and will probably arrive at our hometown tomorrow night."

Wen Jiajia: "That's good. I was worried that the roast duck would go bad after a long journey."

The Hao family recently installed a stove, and Hao Qingying's father is keen on making roast ducks. Wen Jiajia asked him to roast two ducks, one of which was eaten yesterday. The four of us ate it cleanly, and now our throats are still a little tight. The other one was placed in the luggage, and Fang Hongjun was asked to take it back for the family to eat. Wen Jiajia remembered that Wei Dai's mother seemed to like ducks very much.

Wei Dai: "No, the weather is cold."

He rubbed his hands and poured some of the milk tea warming on the stove. After taking two sips to clear his throat, he went to make honeysuckle tea.

Sure enough, no one can escape from getting angry.

The year comes quickly.

Wen Jiajia got a roll of red paper and cut some window paper to paste in the room.

It is not easy to stick it outside, but it can be stuck in the bedroom. It will make people feel more festive when looking at it.

Even Wei Dai sighed: "There still needs to be some red in the house."

Yeah, she thinks so too!

So she prepared to buy red fabric in the department store and make two red dresses for the two girls.

Little girls should wear bright clothes.

Who knew that the atmosphere on the streets was a little strange recently? The red armbands that were about to disappear appeared again, causing Wen Jiajia to not even dare to ride fast on her bike anymore.

Master He's private transactions also stopped quietly. Everyone in the county was in a state of panic. Even a veteran like him did not dare to commit a crime against the wind.

"I can't buy you the chicken, so you can take all the beef. And there are two ducks. Do you want two?"

Master He originally wanted to buy some for other old customers, but now he just wants to sell them all in one go.

Wen Jiajia nodded: "Yes, of course."

Master He heaved a sigh of relief and whispered, "Your family is quite particular about Chinese New Year. You have to have all the chicken, duck, fish and meat."

"Isn't it your home?"

"It's really not my home!"

Even though he has a lot of supplies, his daily life is really not as good as Wen Jiajia's.

After all, if you eat a plate of stir-fried pork, your neighbors will keep an eye on you. If you eat two more plates of meat in a certain period of time, they will report you.

Even though he is a chef, he has to control the frequency of eating meat, so the meat at home is mostly used to make dumplings. When the dumplings are packed, the meat is locked inside and the smell is less.

Wen Jiajia left satisfied with the beef and duck, and bought a few kilograms of flour when passing by the grocery store.

We have a holiday tomorrow, but there is a long queue in the grocery store today.

Wen Jiajia waited in line for more than half an hour before she got to the grocery store. She didn't just buy a few pounds, but ten pounds of flour in one go, enough to last until three months.

After shopping and returning home, the kitchen was filled with all kinds of supplies and there was almost no room to move.

What?

Hanging on the beams are the bacon, sausage and spareribs made by Hao Qingying's father. On the stove, from left to right, are the Gaoqiao pancakes given to her by Teacher Feng, the Northeastern pickled cabbage made by Teacher Yan's mother, the five-spice beans given by Sha Yue, and the wide vermicelli made by Lan Lan's family...

Wen Jiajia was completely confused and didn't understand why the trend of giving away New Year's gifts suddenly became popular this year. She thought she was just popular, but she found that everyone had gifts, so she quickly prepared a batch of gifts to give away.

Wei Dai said to her: "You still read the newspaper every day. A few days ago, there was an article in the newspaper about sending New Year's goods. Isn't the trend of sending New Year's goods popular?"

Wen Jiajia suddenly realized: "I thought so! This is really good. We don't have to queue up to buy many things at home."

Moreover, you can eat New Year's goods from all over the world, for example, the disgustingly sour sauerkraut. Even Sister Bao said it was very tasty and it was something that only old people from Northeast China could ferment. If there was only one pot, she would have asked Wen Jiajia for some.

Wen Jiajia swallowed her saliva, looked at the pork ribs that Wei Dai bought this morning and said, "Let's eat sauerkraut stewed with bones today."

It would be a shame not to use such good pickled cabbage to stew bones. Without waiting for Wei Dai to answer, Wen Jiajia immediately threw the bones into the pot to blanch them.

After blanching, start stewing, and the aroma of sauerkraut slowly spreads out of the kitchen.

"Jia Jia, your family is stewing sauerkraut and bones!" Even a wanderer who has been away from home for many years can smell the unique flavor of hometown food across two yards.

Wen Jiajia: "Yes! I'll treat you to a meal later."

"Okay!" Sister Bao replied quickly.

The lively and bustling New Year has begun again.

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