Madam Huang smiled faintly, "You name a price first. If this old woman thinks it's suitable, I'll consider it. If not, we'll look at other options."
The price of houses differs drastically between those that have been involved in accidents and those that haven't.
Since Huang already knew the price, Zhou Yaren dared not maintain the original price.
After thinking for a moment, as if he had made a great decision, he said, "One hundred taels, no less."
Mrs. Huang rolled her eyes inelegantly. "You're just trying to fool this old woman. Let's go, little girl. This broker is dishonest."
Zhou Yaren was getting a little anxious. He was worried that Zhou Yaren might get angry and run away, otherwise all his efforts would have been wasted.
Hurry up and stop them.
"Auntie, Auntie, it's all my fault. I was dishonest in doing business."
As he spoke, he even pretended to lightly fan his own face.
"Name your price, sir. How much would be appropriate?" Zhou Yaren asked quickly.
Mrs. Huang smiled and said, "50 taels."
Zhou Yaren nearly choked on his own saliva. "This, this is too little, we've lost all our capital."
Huang laughed, "Oh, so this house doesn't belong to anyone else, it's in your hands?"
“Oh dear, ma’am, if you’re honest, give me a fair price. 50 taels really won’t do. How about adding a little more, 90 taels?” Zhou the broker continued.
"55 taels," Huang said, raising the price.
"85 taels."
"60 taels."
"80 taels."
"60 taels."
“Oh my, madam, no, you’re my ancestor! Please add a little more. 60 taels won’t do. How about you add a little more, and I’ll give you all the furniture in this room.”
After careful consideration, Huang realized that the wood used for the furniture in the room was quite good, and making a complete set of furniture would be expensive and time-consuming.
“Alright, then I’ll be generous this once and give you 62 taels. If you agree, let’s go to the brokerage firm right now to complete the formalities.”
Zhou Yaren was almost in tears. Could this old woman read minds?
The house cost 60 taels of silver when it was finally handed to him. It was a huge loss for him to only earn 2 taels of silver after working so hard for so long.
“My ancestor, please add a little more, 6.65 taels. If you agree, the deal is done.”
Zhou Yaren now deeply regrets his past greed for such a small gain.
It's a waste of time and effort, and it doesn't even bring any benefits. I will never buy a house with these problems again.
Mr. Huang felt that this price was acceptable, at least half the original price.
As for deaths, what's there to be afraid of? People die in every house.
When the refugees attacked Zhao Family Village, how many refugees were killed?
Did everyone move away from Zhao Family Village because so many people died?
The answer is naturally no.
Besides, since ancient times, "ghosts have been afraid of evil people." If we're talking about evil, I don't think I'm exactly a kind person.
Huang was internally complaining.
The yamen gates were still open, and Zhou, the broker, couldn't wait to take the Huang family to complete the transfer of ownership. He didn't want to keep the money tied up any longer.
Since taking over this house, he feels like he's almost lost all his hair.
The house transfer went smoothly. In addition to the transfer tax and the bribe, it cost a total of one and a half taels of silver.
Zhao Qingyan felt very sorry for the kickback that had been given away.
There's nothing you can do about it; it's the usual practice in those government offices. If you don't like it, what can you do? Just "hold your tongue."
The homeowner's name is naturally Zhao Qianci. At the time, Huang wanted to register the property under Zhao Qingyan's name, but Zhao Qingyan refused.
"Grandma, this house can't be registered in my name. Think about it, after it's renovated, it's going to be used for our family's food business."
That belongs to everyone, and even if the family splits up in the future, it will still be counted in the public funds.
Besides, Grandma, I really don't need a house as a dowry.
I'm only 12 this year. If our family business prospers and we make money, Grandma can prepare a better dowry for me.
Don't let a haunted house ruin the harmony between family members.
After thinking about it, Huang realized that made sense. "Pah, don't let a haunted house bring bad luck to my precious daughter."
Zhao Qingyan burst into laughter.
"Grandma, what were you thinking just now? You knew something had happened, yet you still went and did it?"
Madam Huang tapped Zhao Qingyan's forehead.
"Alright, stop pretending. What are you afraid of? It's not like I haven't killed people before."
Back then, thousands of refugees entered the village, and we wiped them all out.
It's fortunate you were in the mountains that day, otherwise, seeing that scene would have given you nightmares.
Hey, I wouldn't have thought about it if you hadn't told me.
"My dear girl, come with me to buy firecrackers. I'm going to set off a string of firecrackers in every single room in this house."
Upon hearing that firecrackers were being bought, Zhao Qingyan immediately perked up, as many cities in her previous life had banned the setting off of fireworks and firecrackers.
I bought 20 strings of 300-sounding earphones and two strings of 1000-sounding earphones.
On the way, I also bought a brass lock that can be used to lock the front door.
Fortunately, both the grandfather and grandson were strong enough to move all the furniture from the rooms to the yard when they returned to the new house.
Working together, they carried a string of firecrackers in their left hands and a lighter in their right.
They lit the firecrackers and threw them into the empty room.
Firecrackers crackled and popped in the room.
The noise rose and fell, disturbing the neighbors on the left and right.
Those who love gossip would peer over the high courtyard wall towards the yard, as if their gaze could penetrate the wall itself.
Firecrackers were set off in all the rooms, the furniture in the yard was moved together, and a string of 1,000 firecrackers was set off in the yard.
The mule tied outside the gate was so frightened that it became restless.
After setting off the firecrackers, which was considered to have driven away evil spirits, they drew water from the well. Zhao Qingyan then took out two basins from her spatial storage.
The grandfather and grandson wiped the furniture down briefly before moving it into their respective rooms.
When the bed was being moved into the east wing, Zhao Qingyan sensed something was amiss.
Moving it outwards is easy; you just pull and tug. But placing it inwards requires moving it back and forth to find the best position.
Wooden canopy beds are quite heavy, so moving them naturally requires some effort.
Force is reciprocal; the force applied to the ground is naturally much greater.
Zhao Qingyan almost tripped and fell over due to a moment of carelessness.
Setting down the bed she was holding, Zhao Qingyan looked down at her feet and almost gasped in surprise.
"Grandma, don't move any further in. Come and take a look at what's going on."
Mrs. Huang rushed over to see what was going on.
It was already dusk, and the indoor lighting was not very bright.
Zhao Qingyan took out a powerful flashlight from her spatial storage and shone it on the ground.
There was a bulge in the floor tile, which looked like there was a hole underneath.
He crouched down, holding a flashlight in one hand and moving the blue bricks on the ground with the other.
After removing a few blue bricks, a jar was revealed underneath.
Huang took the flashlight from Zhao Qingyan, and Zhao Qingyan pulled the jar up with a forceful effort.
They opened the jar and poured out its contents.
It looks like a gold ingot. But it's grayish-brown and looks oxidized.
I took out a rag and vigorously wiped one spot, and soon I saw the silver color.
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