Nanqiao snorted lightly, arched his back in the quilt, ignored what was happening outside the window, and continued to sleep!
It was Aunt Xiumei and Uncle Sheng who knocked on the door.
Aunt Xiumei and her husband came to the town on a tractor and followed the address given by Sheng Yanchuan. When they saw the magnificent gate, Aunt Xiumei and Uncle Sheng looked at each other.
"Old man, this can't be the yard that Chuanzi bought, right?"
"That shouldn't be the case. Could it be that there are other people living in the yard, and Chuanzi only bought a part of it?" Uncle Sheng frowned and watched. He couldn't believe that such a big yard belonged to Sheng Yanchuan.
"I think that's right. Even if Chuanzi is good at making money, he can't make this much."
"Are you sure you're in the right place?" Uncle Sheng looked around. It was cold, and there weren't many people on the street. There was no one to ask.
"That's right. Isn't it No. 7 Guangming Road? That's where Chuanzi sued me." Aunt Xiumei looked at the house number on the wall and checked it. She was sure she was right.
"How about we knock on the door?" Uncle Sheng was a little embarrassed. He seldom came to town except to buy things at the supply and marketing cooperative, let alone knock on the door of such a wealthy family.
"Knock, and we'll talk later if there's anything wrong." Aunt Xiumei thought for a moment, mustered up the courage to go up and knocked carefully a few times. After waiting for a while and seeing no one answered, she knocked harder.
It didn't take long before the door was opened. Seeing that it was Sheng Yanchuan who opened the door, Aunt Xiumei and her husband breathed a sigh of relief.
"Mom and Dad, you are here"
"Look, I found the right person, didn't I?" Aunt Xiumei turned around and said to Uncle Sheng, then turned around and talked to Sheng Yanchuan.
"Chuanzi, your yard is really grand. How many families live in it?"
"It's just me and Qiaoqiao, no one else. I bought this yard."
"Have you bought all of them? They're so big?" Aunt Xiumei looked at the yard and stuttered.
If the outside of the house was luxurious, then in Aunt Xiumei's opinion, this yard was capital. At this time, every household was short of food and clothing, and they wanted to grow some vegetables in the empty space at home.
But in their yard, Sheng Yanchuan planted flowers and trees, and except for the grape vines, he didn't consider anything edible.
Everything is done according to Nanqiao's preferences, focusing on a beautiful
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