"Little bunny, open the door obediently."
Ruan Xianxian, who had been thieves at night, had only been back at the hotel for less than three hours when she was suddenly interrupted by a horrifying audio loop.
She abruptly pulled back the covers and glared at Mu Xia, "Did some evil spirit strangle your voice?"
Mu Xia calmly withdrew her mischievous hand and turned her head away. "Zhao Di, go find the red armbands. There are people here promoting feudal superstition."
When the three women arrived at the restaurant together, it was no longer as lively as it had been a while ago; the huge restaurant was now empty except for the three of them eating.
Ruan Xianxian has the same unchanging noodle-like head. Mu Xia, sitting opposite her, finally noticed the bloodshot in her eyes and guessed that she had been thieving last night.
Without asking, I simply said, "We've arranged to view the apartment with the landlord today, are you still going?"
Hearing about looking at houses, he immediately perked up, "Of course I'll look!"
She put down her chopsticks and stretched lazily. She had already taken care of all the important business she needed to do in the province, and the next few days would be spent eating, drinking, and spending money.
Her entire demeanor became visibly languid.
...
The car was parked outside an alley, and the aunt with a fierce face stood awkwardly in the yard, nervously rubbing her apron.
"Please feel free to look around, all of you leaders."
Good heavens, she's only a few years old and already driving a big car? If she weren't a relative of some high-ranking official, she'd rip her head off and use it as a stool.
This is also why Miyano left the car with his wife. Not to mention ordinary people, anyone who knows about cars can see his license plate and enter the military area without any problems.
Ruan Xianxian habitually touched the small stone on her left wrist, which was slightly warmer than her body temperature. Her dimples were exposed when her arm was suddenly pulled.
"What are you thinking about? Let's look at houses."
This is a large courtyard house. The house the landlord wants to sell is located deep inside the courtyard, and he has separated a small courtyard himself with stones and wooden fences.
The main house, consisting of two rooms, was quite large. Next to the house, a kitchen was built with a roof for cooking and bathing in the summer.
Coupled with the messy interior and outdated furnishings, the overall impression can be summed up in one word: dirty.
But Ruan Xianxian bought the house in anticipation of future demolition and redevelopment, not for her own residence. She looked around and asked:
"Why is Auntie selling her house when she's living so comfortably?"
Mentioning this, the aunt's chubby cheeks twitched, and she raised her chin with great pride.
"It's all because my son is successful. My father-in-law just passed away, and he wants to take my family to live in a big house."
After saying that, perhaps realizing she had spoken out of turn, she quickly added, "The main reason is that the place is close to my son's workplace, so it's convenient for me to live there and take care of him."
"That's enough, that's enough!" Ruan Xianxian thought to herself, her eyelids drooping. "200 yuan, if you agree, you can pay now to transfer the ownership."
"I want 400, you give me 200?" The aunt's voice suddenly rose.
After some haggling, the price was finally settled at 360. This was not only because housing prices in the provincial capital were higher than in the county town, but also because there was no shortage of buyers for houses at this time.
She doesn't need to buy it; plenty of people are lining up to buy it.
As we walked out of the housing management office after completing the formalities, a shifty-looking old woman grabbed our clothes, pulled us aside, and looked us around in a low voice.
"Girl, I've seen you here twice today. My relative has a big house, it's very clean and impressive, but the price is a bit high. Do you want it?"
This guy's titanium alloy eyes lit up again, "A building? A whole building? What do you do, ma'am? When can the property be transferred?"
The old woman was stunned and stammered, "No, there isn't a building, it's just one of the rooms inside."
Ruan Xianxian instantly lost interest and walked a short distance away. Zhao Di asked curiously:
"Why buy a bungalow when there are apartments available, where it rains heavily outside and pours down inside?"
Mu Xia looked at her and asked, "You don't want the apartment? Are you sure?"
"I don't like that because most modern apartment buildings don't have private toilets," Zhao Di replied first.
It's not fair to say that the sudden rise in housing prices only happened after 2000, and that the full-scale outbreak is still more than 30 years away, while the demolition and relocation began 90 years later.
Then he shook his head at Mu Xia, "No."
She looked at the other person with some puzzlement. An old house without a toilet wouldn't be worth much in the future. Surely the fellow villager didn't know that?
Mu Xia smiled mysteriously, "If you don't want it, then I'll take it."
Ruan Xianxian, sensing something was amiss but unable to pinpoint where it might be, could only nod hesitantly.
Viewing the property, negotiating the price, paying the deposit, transferring the ownership—with the added convenience of having a car, Mu Xia completed the entire process in just one and a half hours.
Sitting in the driver's seat, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became. He could only offer up the shadow puppet he had found at the junkyard yesterday in exchange for information.
There's a nagging feeling that missing out on this news would mean missing out on a fortune.
Mu Xia accepted her "gift" with a clear conscience, her sweet voice lowered.
"With the rise in the birth rate, do you think children will face difficulties in going to school in the future, and will schools be divided into different classes?"
Naturally, won't house prices in the catchment areas of top-tier primary schools skyrocket?
Zhao Di was completely confused by what she heard, but Ruan Xianxian, who had been to the modern world, understood it immediately. She was so frustrated that she almost beat her chest in frustration...
Key primary school district, key primary school district... How come she didn't think of that?
It's all because we live in modern times; I attended a school located inside an orphanage, and I've never even seen which way the gates of a top-tier primary school face...
There are discussions online, but I'm too far away from her, so I just glance at them and move on, never really paying attention.
Seeing this thing makes you realize how little you know about it when you need it.
She clutched her chest, speechless with difficulty: "So, the house you just bought for 950 yuan was in a top-tier school district?"
"I don't know!" Mu Xia shrugged. Who could remember a key primary school outside of the city where they lived?
"I just saw that there's an elementary school not far from the house, and the environment is pretty good. Should I take a gamble? I can't lose money anyway."
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