"Two hundred thousand?!" Zheng Xueping frowned when he heard this, but he was a little dissatisfied with this price.

"200,000 is a bit expensive, your bid is a bit unkind, as far as I know, there is basically no price in the courtyard house in Xincheng", Zhengji also said, although he is not short of money, but he is not willing to be the head of the injustice for no reason.

"I admit that my bid may be a little high, but it is definitely worth the price, not to mention anything else, that is, the laurel tree in the courtyard is not something that money can buy, not to mention, it is more than ten years ago that an official saw the feng shui of this garden, and at that time he wanted to buy 200,000 yuan My father did not agree, and now the bid of 200,000 yuan is really because there is an urgent matter to deal with, so he has to sell the ancestral property", Mr. Zhao said with a trace of helplessness on his face.

Zhengji nodded, he did not doubt Mr. Zhao's words, some officials do attach great importance to feng shui, and a hundred-year-old laurel town house courtyard house can indeed arouse the interest of many officials.

"Can't it be cheaper? Li Xuemei also spoke.

Without waiting for Mr. Zhao to reply, a female voice came from the door, a woman in her thirties walked in with a plate of pastries, and said as she walked: "Don't be in a hurry to decide, try the osmanthus cake I made myself, and think about it slowly." ”

Mr. Zhao saw the woman standing up with a smile and introduced to the Zhengji family: "This is my wife, Meiyun, everyone try her craftsmanship, not that I boast, my wife's craftsmanship plus the flowers of this century-old laurel tree, the taste of the osmanthus cake made by this is really unique in the world." ”

"Thank you", Zhengji said thank you and pinched a piece of osmanthus cake, took a bite gently, the osmanthus cake melted in the mouth, followed by a fragrant osmanthus fragrance exploded in the mouth, sweet and delicious but did not feel sweet at all, Zhengji's eyes lit up, three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls of the osmanthus cake in his hand into his mouth, even if it was a relive for two lives, he had never eaten such a delicious pastry, looked up at his parents, but found that the two of them were also unfinished with expressions.

"Sister Meiyun, you really have nothing to say about your craft, how can you have such delicious pastries? Can you tell me how that was done? Is there any trick to it? Li Xuemei said with admiration.

Meiyun smiled slightly, sat on the chair and said with a smile: Sister, you have won the award, how can I have any tricks, this is just a very common practice, mash the osmanthus flowers, and then enter the noodles, steam it, in fact, to be honest, my craft is not the point, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, mainly because the osmanthus is good, in fact, every year I will collect the flowers of the osmanthus tree and store them in the refrigerator, not only to make pastries, usually stir-fry, boil porridge, make porridge, I will put a little into it, and the taste will become very good. ”

Hearing this, Masaki looked at the tall laurel tree in the garden, and had already made a decision in his heart, he glanced at his parents, nodded to the two, and said in a surprising voice: "I will give 400,000."

As soon as the words fell, everyone present couldn't react, shouldn't the price be reduced? How did it come to political discipline here, but instead of decreasing, it increased, and one plus is doubled.

"This little brother, you're not wrong," Mr. Zhao asked with a questioning face.

Zhengji shook his head and said, "Mr. Zhao, you heard it right, it's indeed 400,000."

"Son!? What are you talking about? Did you not sleep well yesterday and were you confused? Li Xuemei asked worriedly.

"400,000, but I have one condition, the so-called gentleman does not take people's favor, every year the osmanthus blooms I will mail a copy to Mr. Zhao, however, these chairs also ask Mr. Zhao to cut love, don't refuse first, I don't want all, I only need half of them, four chairs," Zhengji solved everyone's doubts, it turned out that he focused on these chairs again, and his father liked it, so he had to help his father fulfill this wish no matter what.

Zheng Xueping was stunned for a moment, and then reacted, this is his son who wants to help him buy these chairs, and he can't help but have mixed feelings in his heart.

"This", Mr. Zhao looked at the chair in the hall and hesitated for a while, then gritted his teeth and said: "Since you are so sincere, junior brother Zheng, I Zhao can't be stingy, the four chairs, including the table, are given to Mr. Zheng,"

When Masaki heard this, a smile appeared on his face, he stood up and held Mr. Zhao's hand and said, "Mr. Zhao, thank you for your gift, even if you sell this courtyard, the door here is always open for you, and you are welcome to come back often."

Mr. Zhao didn't expect Zhengji to say this, and he couldn't help but be a little moved in his heart, it was originally a very utilitarian deal, but now both sides have taken a step back, and it has become a mutually beneficial and reciprocal relationship.

After that, Mr. Zhao took the Zhengji family to look at the other rooms, each room was cleaned very clean, and the things were in order, it could be seen that the owners of the house were very clean, but there was a point, there was no heating pipe in the house, and the heating stove was still used, Zhengji looked at the stove and comforted his parents and said: "This is all a trivial matter, after taking over, it is a big deal to find a few professional workers to re-increase the pipes, and our family can also burn the heating ourselves." ”

Zheng Xueping and Li Xuemei also nodded, so it could only be so.

In addition, the family is very satisfied with the house, and what makes Zheng Xueping even more satisfied is that there is already a room that is a book house, with antique bookshelves, and the bookshelves are full of all kinds of books, and even a few books with ancient costume lines, and a few calligraphy and paintings on the wall.

"Mr. Zhao, you wrote this?" Zheng Xueping stood in front of the desk with great interest, looked at the calligraphy and paintings on the wall, and asked Mr. Zhao beside him.

"Some are, some are not, don't slow down the old brother, you say, my grandfather is still a showman, so my family is also a scholarly family, my father to me like calligraphy and painting, this book house is also built from my grandfather, so many years have passed, it can be said that this place carries the memory of our three generations, I still remember the scene when I was a child sitting in the book room to study, these calligraphy and painting, most of them were made by my grandfather, we have kept them to this day, and some are my clumsy scribbles," Mr. Zhao said with affection looking at the calligraphy and paintings in the book room.

"Mr. Zhao is too modest, I think what you wrote is quite good, the pen is strong, the font is also vigorous and powerful, quite a lot of style", Zheng Xueping looked at the words and said.

"Brother Zheng, you also have research on calligraphy and painting?" Mr. Zhao's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"It's not much research, it's just that I like it so I know it often," he said, waving his hand.

"Oh? In that case, why don't we have a discussion? Learn from each other," Mr. Zhao said with interest.

Zheng Xueping glanced at the brush and rice paper on the desk, and his heart was also a little moved, so he nodded and said, "Since Brother Zhao is interested, let's practice."

One of the two grinded ink, the other put pen to paper and walked the dragon and snake, discussed and studied each other, and laughed when they talked about the rise, completely forgetting their respective purposes.

Zhengji didn't expect his father to find a confidant in this situation, and he didn't bother the two, and looked at the two quietly on the side, while his mother Li Xuemei had already gone to the kitchen on the other side with Meiyun to learn the craft of osmanthus cake, Zhengji was bored and walked to the well water in the middle of the yard, sat down, looked at the well water of Qingling Lingling, suddenly felt a thirst, picked up the wooden barrel next to it, passed through the rope, and slowly lowered the wooden barrel to the bottom of the well.

Slowly lifting the wooden barrel, the clear well water swaying in the bucket, Masaki licked his dry lips, simply buried his head in the bucket, feeling the cool well water with a hint of sweetness into the mouth, across the throat, moisturizing the esophagus, he couldn't help but be smart, let out a long breath, feeling comfortable, Masaki secretly praised in his heart, this well water is really good.

"Is anyone there?" At that moment, a man's voice came from the door, followed by two men who walked in uninvited.

"Are you the owner of this?" The two men asked when they saw Masaki sitting by the well.

Masaki shook his head, stood up and said, "No, wait a while, I'll go find the owner of the house", and after saying that, he walked into the study.

Mr. Zhao was chatting with his father in full swing, and Zhengji had to interrupt: "Mr. Zhao, someone is looking for you."

Mr. Zhao frowned, and said to Zheng Xueping: "Brother Zheng, you wait in the study for a while, I will come when I go, let's talk at night tonight, if you don't get drunk, you won't return."

Zheng Xueping nodded with a smile and said, "Brother Zhao, you go and get busy first, I'll appreciate these paintings and calligraphy here, don't be in a hurry."

Mr. Zhao walked out with a smile, while Zhengji stayed in the study, looked at the calligraphy of the two on the desk, and said, "Dad, which of you two writes better?" ”

Zheng Xueping listened, shook his head and pointed to a piece of calligraphy on the desk that had not been dried and said: "I'm not as good as this Mr. Zhao, you look at this handwriting, into the wood, both god and form, without decades of hard work can not do, I just take calligraphy as an amateur interest to write, and this Mr. Zhao, the obsession with calligraphy is far from being comparable to me."

"It's a pity, this Mr. Zhao is going to go to another place in a few days, and I don't know if I can see him again in the future, and it's hard to find a confidant," Zheng Xueping suddenly sighed and said.

"Dad, if the house is satisfied, I'll pay it directly later," Masaki said.

"Well, I'm quite satisfied, especially this bookstore, if Mr. Zhao takes away the things in the bookstore in the future, I will also collect it slowly and save a bookstore of my own", Zheng Xueping looked at the paintings and books on the shelves and walls with envy, and suddenly thought of something, and said to Zhengji: "400,000, planing the 200,000, is it a bit expensive to buy a few chairs with 200,000?" ”

Masaki shook his head and said: "If it is really as Mr. Zhao said, the wooden chair is old, then I'm afraid we still take advantage of others, Huanghuali's ancient chair can be regarded as an antique, Masaki thought about it and said."