Qian Chunhua: "The house will be transferred today and the title deed can be obtained in the afternoon."
"Where is the household registration card? Can it be replaced?" Mrs. Dong asked. If one does not have a household registration card from the prefecture, one will need to apply for a travel permit to come here, which is troublesome.
"Household sticker, I don't know how to change it?" Qian Chunhua shook his head in confusion.
"It's okay. Let Manager Dong take care of it tomorrow. He is familiar with the people in the yamen." Madam Dong did not elaborate on what to do and directly took the matter over.
Qian Chunhua was not polite either. There were people in the government office doing things for him, and if he continued to be polite, he would only be making things difficult for himself.
After chatting for a while, they all yawned.
Dong Cong and Qian Chunhua had been traveling all night and had no rest last night. Although they could take a nap in the carriage, it was still not as sound as sleeping in bed.
Old Madam Dong and Madam Dong have not had much rest these days because they were worried about Dong Cong.
Now that the children were home, they all breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed mentally, and felt sleepy.
Old Madam Dong directly arranged Qian Chunhua to live in the backyard, just opposite her bedroom. It was a room reserved for her married daughter. Now she let Qian Chunhua live there, which showed her deep love for Qian Chunhua.
There should be heating in the room. As soon as you enter the room, it feels as warm as a spring day.
Qian Chunhua was not polite and took a simple shower.
The maid brought a set of clothes, including inner and outer clothes. Qian Chunhua was so sleepy that she fell asleep as soon as she put on her inner clothes.
Her hair was not dry yet, so the maid took a towel and wiped it clean carefully before leaving the room.
In Madam Dong's room, Nanny Wu dismissed the attendants and told the old lady that Qian Chunhua did not let Steward Dong pay the banknote to buy the house.
Madam Dong thought for a while before speaking, "Forget it. We will repay Chunhua's kindness in the future. Tell them not to treat her like a relative who is begging for money. Treat her like Nianmei."
Nanny Wu hid her surprise in her heart. Nianmei was Madam Dong's only daughter, and she loved her very much.
From this, it seems that the old lady intends to treat Madam Qian as her own daughter.
Qian Chunhua, who had no idea about this, was sleeping soundly. He had already finished all the important things he had done in the city. He would go shopping in the city today, buy some gifts, get the household registration certificate and the house deed, and he could go home early the day after tomorrow.
Qian Chunhua in the provincial capital was busy all day, and the butcher and his two sons in Huanghualing were also busy.
After lunch, despite the freezing cold outside, they insisted on going out for a walk and strolling around Huanghualing.
Cuihong murmured to herself, wondering what her father was doing here. It was not in her father's usual style to go out for a stroll in such cold weather.
After lunch, Qingyun went to his room and lay down on the quilt. It was such a cold day, and after not going to the private school, they spent most of their time in bed, and only got up when it was time to eat.
Qingyun was full of hope. He thought that his grandfather personally sent him home this time in order to discuss with his parents about funding his schooling.
With hope in his heart, Qingyun tossed and turned in bed.
The butcher, Dazhu and Erzhu walked around Huanghualing three times. There was no one under the old locust tree. Everyone hid in the house and did not go out.
As he walked around, the butcher shook his head. In the entire village, the Zhao family was the only one with a house made of blue bricks and large tiles. They were so poor.
If they had not known that Qian Chunhua had four taels of silver, the bandits would probably not have been willing to visit such a poor village.
After the tour, the father and his two sons had an idea in their mind. There were so many villagers that it would be easier for them to just leave the next day and then disguise themselves as thieves and steal.
They had all thought of a route for the theft, which was to go directly from Zhao Yongqiang's backyard to Qian Chunhua's backyard. Their backyards were connected, and an axe could chop open the wooden door in the backyard.
After seeing the scene, the father and his two sons planned to leave Zhao's house early the next morning.
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