If you want to buy it, it's best to buy it in the 1970s.
You can buy a beautiful courtyard house for tens of thousands of yuan.
By the 1980s, the price of courtyard houses in Beijing had started to rise, and a courtyard house would cost at least tens or hundreds of thousands of yuan to buy.
In the 1990s, the price was around 600,000 to 700,000 yuan, but in the new century, housing prices really skyrocketed.
In Beijing, without a minimum investment of hundreds of millions, no one can even dream of acquiring a traditional courtyard house.
Most importantly, even if you have money, you may not be able to buy a courtyard house in Beijing.
"Jingyu, let's make money together."
Yang Shujue's eyes lit up, revealing a determined expression. "We must buy a courtyard house in the capital."
"If we had the money, we'd buy two more. Then we could live off these courtyard houses and never have to worry about food or clothing."
"Why do you say that?"
Lin Jingyu asked knowingly, "If you need to buy a house, it's good enough to buy one to live in. Why buy so many and leave them unused?"
"Hehe, of course it's for your kids."
Yang Shujue replied with a smile, "Your son gets one set, your daughter gets one set, if you don't buy a few more sets, how will you have enough to go around?"
"That makes sense."
"That's right."
The two spoke of these plans as if joking.
In fact, both of them knew what was going on.
Of course, the more of these appreciating assets you have, the better.
"Grandpa, Grandma, I'm back."
Lin Jingyu pushed open the door and shouted as she walked in.
Hearing the sound, Old Madam Zhang, who was busy in the kitchen, came out and said, "Xiao Yu'er, Shu Jue, you two girls are back."
Yang Shujue replied with a smile, "Grandma Zhang, I'm here to freeload again."
"Don't say things like that, we're family."
When Mrs. Zhang saw the contents of their baskets, she couldn't help but scold them, "Why did you bring back so much stuff again? There's plenty of food at home."
"Grandma, it's okay to keep more food and supplies at home."
Lin Jingyu responded with a smile, "Sometimes when guests come over, we don't have to run around to buy things."
"Xiao Yu'er and Shu Jue are back."
When Grandpa Zhang heard the noise, he came down from his study on the second floor.
"Grandpa."
"Grandpa Zhang".
Lin Jingyu and Yang Shujue greeted each other at the same time.
Grandpa Zhang nodded, then asked with some surprise, "Why are only these two girls back? Where did Shiyu go?"
Staying home again to make clothes?
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