Along with the seventh grandmother, there is also a "tile shake head", named Qian Bao. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info Qian Bao saluted Chen Ke and the others, and then led them to a nearby alley and pushed open the gate of a courtyard. "A few people in the house look at it first, whether they want to buy it or pawn it, they can discuss it first."

Chen Ke didn't understand and asked, "What is a pawn?" ”

Qian Bao patiently explained, and he realized that the so-called pawn house was that the tenant gave the landlord a pawn payment to obtain the right to live in the house for many years, generally up to ten or even twenty years, and after the expiration of the period, the landlord would return the pawn money to the tenant. It's a bit like a long-term rental contract, except that you make a lump sum payment when you rent a rental and get it back when it's due.

It sounds like the landlord only earns interest on the mortgage money, which seems to be a loss, but in fact it is not. In ancient times, the floating population was small, and there were few renters, and the surplus real estate could often only be empty, so although the pawn housing system was a helpless move, it was also a way to optimize the allocation of resources.

It is thanks to this pawn house system that Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian, who can only buy baked cakes, can afford to live in a two-story building in the commercial center of Yanggu County.

"What about the pawn payment?"

"How long does it take to look at the public, if it is ten years, it will be half the price of the house. This house now sells for a hundred taels of silver, and the price of the pawn house is fifty taels. Qian Bao explained.

Chen Ke was not in a hurry to answer, first look at the house, the courtyard of the two entrances, not counting the kitchen and the sedan hall, there are five rooms in the main house, and there is a bamboo forest behind it, and a small pavilion is covered in the bamboo forest. Chen Ke nodded, quite satisfied with the house.

"Then pawn, pawn for three years, when will it be done?" The cash on his body was not enough, and Chen Ke couldn't afford to buy it if he wanted to, so he could only pawn it. Besides, if nothing else, in three years, the flames of war will burn here, and it is uncertain whether this house can be kept by then.

"A total of twenty taels of silver, may I ask the surname of the prince?"

"The surname is Chen."

Qian Bao took out a completed house deed, wrote the word "Chen" in the blank space on it in front of everyone, and then looked at Chen Ke, "Fill it out, the rules of buying and selling, hand over the silver with one hand, and hand over the deed with the other." ”

That's good? The work efficiency of the Ming Dynasty is quite high, Chen Ke was a little surprised, he thought that there would be a lot of procedures, but think about it, in the future, renting a house only needs the consent of the buyer and the seller, and there is no need to go to the government/government to register.

It's just that this deed is a bit too simple, just fill in a surname, and you don't even need to write your first name. It's just sloppy.

However, Chen Ke was not the slightest dissatisfied, and took out a silver ingot very happily, the reason is very simple, he does not have a Ming Dynasty hukou. As a black household, he was really afraid that Qian Bao would have to check his ID card or something.

Qian Bao took out the small rod scale he carried with him and weighed the silver, and after confirming that it was correct, he handed the deed to Chen Ke.

"Rong Rong, you are a girl, there are five rooms here, you choose one to live in by yourself."

"Really?" Rong Rong looked excited, subconsciously looked at Chen Changwu, and when she saw that her father was also nodding, she immediately jumped up and shouted: "Thank you, brother, I want to live in the backyard by the bamboo forest." ”

You're really honest!

"Rong Rong, there are mosquitoes in the bamboo forest, you better live in the front yard."

"There were mosquitoes in the summer, and now there are none." In a word, the little girl has already run to the backyard.

Chen Changwu was a little embarrassed, "The little girl has no form, please bear with me." ”

"Child, it's good to be lively, Brother Chen, I'm not a son-in-law, you don't have to talk so literately." Chen Ke had forgotten how he spoke in the afternoon.

"The house has been found, Grandma Seven, let's move the things over first." Leaving Chen Changwu and Rong Rong to look after the house, Chen Ke and the seventh grandmother went to carry the luggage first.

Fortunately, there is only a Su Causeway between Deyue Inn and Qinghefang, and the three-kilometer road is not far, so I quickly moved my luggage over. As for Li Laoer, who drove the ox cart, let him stay in the inn alone.

By the time the things were moved into the yard, it was already completely dark. After a busy day, Chen Ke was also a little tired, returned to the room, lay on the bed in kimono, and habitually touched his mobile phone.

This touch startled Chen Ke!

The phone is gone!

Chen Ke suddenly became sleepy, groped his whole body, and found no trace of the mobile phone.

He tried to calm himself down, and even if everything in his backpack, projectors, cameras, printing presses, and the like all combined, it was not as important as this mobile phone. The mobile phone contains almost all the information he needs, including historical facts recorded in historical books, scientific and technological achievements of later generations, many important books and so on.

Chen Ke first ruled out the possibility of loss, his mobile phone was placed in the pocket of his underwear, which was of good quality, and followed him through the wormhole and flew over the long river of nearly 500 years, which was time-tested. Moreover, as an investigator, he is still confident in his own quality, after all, he has not lost anything for so many years, is the water and soil of the Ming Dynasty different? Well, the water and soil of the Ming Dynasty are indeed different, the air is fresher, and the water is also very sweet.

Then there is only one possibility, the phone was stolen!

Chen Ke thought about it carefully, everyone around him can be ruled out, the seventh grandmother and several people don't have such skills, although Chen Changwu's martial arts are good, he is seriously injured, besides, a martial arts master and a thief are completely different things. As for Rong Rong, she is too small and her height is not enough.

The phone is connected to a Bluetooth headset and a voice changer, and once stolen, it can be detected by itself as long as someone speaks. And until now, Chen Ke can't remember many clues. He couldn't help but feel a little discouraged, this was really stolen before he could get out of school.

On serious reflection, he still underestimated the ancients. When the investigator can go smoothly, to a large extent, it relies on the assistance of various advanced technologies, and in the Ming Dynasty, these things are basically unreliable. Again, he is a modern man standing in the pile of ancients, even if he wears the same clothes, his temperament and demeanor are still very different, which undoubtedly makes him very eye-catching, and he is not aware of this at all, nor does he raise his vigilance.

Without a mobile phone to read the data, any micro projector and micro printer can only be a decoration, Chen Ke let out a long sigh, this time, his plans were all disrupted, and everything had to be started all over again.

Could it be that you didn't look at the yellow calendar before crossing over? Didn't choose the right time? Chen Ke hurriedly stopped his cranky thoughts, the mobile phone is just a tool in the end, and if you lose it, you can find a way to get it back, if your own people become confused, then everything will be over.

He pushed open the door and took a few deep breaths of fresh air, his spirits immediately lifted. After clearing his thoughts, he lifted his steps and walked to the door of the seventh grandmother's room.

"Seventh grandmother, you go to the teahouse tomorrow to inquire and ask if there are any powerful thieves in Hangzhou." He listened to Hangzhou dialect for two days, and although he didn't speak it very authentically, he was also decent.

Grandma Seven agreed, and the whole courtyard returned to tranquility.