Jiang Banxia left the Lu Mansion without looking back, and after leaving the Lu Mansion, she didn't go anywhere, and directly touched He Qiaoyi's house.

He Qiao lives in Liu'er Hutong in the west of the city, which is just half of the capital away from Lufu.

The west of the city and the east of the city are two worlds, the east of the city is mostly where the Beijing officials live, and the people who live there are either rich or expensive, while the west of the city is mostly small merchants and hawkers and some low-level officials who can't make money, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a slum.

This is also the reason why He Qiaoyi is desperately saving money to buy a house.

"Boss!" He Qiao leaned on his upper body naked, and said with a shocked expression: "Why are you here!"

Didn't you go back with Lu Sangongzi?

Jiang Banxia checked the packed luggage, and his expression was frank: "I have no place to go, and if I think about it, I will be most familiar with you in the whole of Kyoto."

"It's... Isn't it? He Qiaoyi opened his mouth and said, "Don't you have a godfather?"

"He lives in the palace." Jiang Banxia was speechless: "Do you think I can live in the palace too?"

He Qiaoyi ended, he was actually the most familiar person of the boss in Kyoto, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Did you rent the house or pawn it?" Jiang Banxia walked over He Qiaoyi naturally.

"Hey, Boss! Wait. He Qiao stopped Jiang Banxia in a panic: "My mother is still at home, you let me think of a statement first."

"Your mother?" Jiang Banxia stopped: "Why haven't I heard you say it?"

"My mother has something to say." He Qiaoyi had an expression that you don't understand.

"Go in later, if my mother asks you, you will say that it is my brother." He Qiaoyi instructed: "Don't mention anything about the East Factory and the West Factory."

"How?" Jiang Banxia said curiously: "Your mother doesn't like the East Factory and the West Factory?"

"Oh, not only does she not like it, she still hates it." He Qiao leaned in a low voice and said: "My unlucky father died at the hands of Dongchang, and my mother hates eunuchs so much."

"I see."

As long as he meets a eunuch and no one likes it, Jiang Banxia understands He Qiao's feelings of leaning on his mother, so he promises: "I won't mention one more word."

After speaking, she continued to ask the previous question: "You haven't told me yet, whether the house is rented or pawned by you."

He Qiaoyi was a little strange: "Why are you asking this?"

"I'm probably going to have to stay at your house for a long time." Jiang Banxia was a little embarrassed: "If it's rented, we will pay half of the rent."

Hearing that Jiang Banxia was going to live for a long time, He Qiaoyi only felt a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

"You... Say it again? ”

Jiang Banxia patted He Qiaoyi's shoulder: "If you think it's not okay, I'll find another place to stay."

How dare he disagree, he still expects to follow the boss to eat and drink spicy.

"That's not what it meant." He Qiaoyi hurriedly explained: "I'm afraid that our family is too small and wronged you."

Jiang Banxia smiled: "I don't dislike it, the housing prices in Kyoto are expensive, it's good to have a place to live."

As the two were talking, there was a shout from He Mu: "Little Qiao! Where did the half of the people go! The water is cold! ”

He Qiaoyi responded in a panic: "Hey! Mother, there's a guest at home, I'll pick it up. ”

"Little Joe?" Jiang Banxia repeated He Qiaoyi's nickname: "Do you have an older brother named Da Qiao?"

He Qiaoyi's face turned red: "How do you know?"

"Dongfeng doesn't have a relationship with Zhou Lang, Tongquechun is deeply locked in the second Qiao's big Qiao and Xiao Qiao, haven't you heard of it?" Jiang Banxia smiled slightly.

He Qiaoyi seemed to remember something, and he said: "The nickname was given by a fortune teller, and I gave it a female name when I said that my life was thin and I couldn't suppress the boy's name."

Speaking of this, He Qiaoyi was a little sad: "I don't think what the fortune teller said is right, my eldest brother's life is also thin, and he still didn't survive when he got a female name."

He Qiaoyi was naturally optimistic, and after being sad for a while, he quickly resumed his old laughter.

"My mother's eyes are not very good, in the early years, in order to raise me every day and night embroidery to make money, I hurt my eyes, if you offend the boss, you forgive me." He led Jiang Banxia into the house.

Kyoto land is expensive, the yard is crowded with small houses, some even several families live in a courtyard, and the place where He Qiao lives is also like this, behind the narrow door is a kang house with a fire, the kang head is set up with a pot, and the water is just boiling.

"Mother, don't do these things if you have bad eyes, I'll do it later." He Qiao hurriedly supported He Mu, who was picking vegetables.

"I can still do it." Mother He slapped He Qiaoyi's hand away: "The water is boiling, you can wash it again with some cold ones."

After instructing He Qiaoyi, He Mu remembered that there was a guest at home, and she groped her hand to stand up against the wall.

"The old man is polite." Mother He stumbled in and saluted, and Jiang Banxia hurriedly stepped forward to support Mother He.

"Auntie, get up, you are the master, I am embarrassed to visit rashly, how can I accept your worship."

"You are the Jiang Xiaoqi that Xiao Qiao often says, right?" Mother He held Jiang Banxia's hand, she touched it for a moment and said, "This hand is tender like a little girl."

"Mother." He Qiaoyi shouted embarrassedly, his mother really can't open any pot, which man likes to be told by others that he looks like a girl.

"Our boss is good-looking, you are rare and weird." He Qiaoyi played an embarrassing round game, he didn't know if someone else was a man, anyway, the boss was definitely a real man, how handsome the knife was!

Hey, a knife and a head, such a person is not a real man, and Da Ming Chao can't find a real man.

Jiang Banxia smiled but said nothing, she withdrew her hand without a trace.

He Qiaoyi's house is pawned, and the original owner separates the front and back of the house, living in one family in the front yard and another family in the backyard, so that the price can be discounted by half.

Pawn house is different from renting a house, renting a house is paid on a monthly basis, pawn house is a one-time payment of money for decades, and then the owner will return the money when the age is over, which is equivalent to the owner pawning the house to the person who uses the house.

The owner of this house cleverly separated the front yard and the back yard, pawned it to the two families, and collected more money.

"Don't dislike it, boss, this is the only room left in our family." He Qiao leaned on the dust with a sluggish movement.

"It would be nice to have a bed to sleep in." Jiang Banxia didn't pay attention to it, she rolled up her sleeves and began to tear the dusty sheets on the bed to wash.

"I'll come, I'll come." He Qiaoyi snatched the job and said, "You rest."

Jiang Banxia crossed his arms and watched He Qiao lean busy up and down.

"How many years have you been pawning?" She asked.

"Nearly thirty years." He Qiao leaned on the gauze tent and thought for a while: "This house was still pawned when my father was here, otherwise my mother and I wouldn't be able to stay in Kyoto."

As he spoke, he sighed: "I won't tell you that my father used to work in Beizhen Fusi, and his death is unknown, I heard my mother say that he was killed by people from Dongchang."

"My father's death is my mother's heart disease, she could have taken me back to my hometown to farm, but because of this, my mother insisted on staying in Kyoto, and forced me to learn martial arts, forcing me to select Jinyiwei."

He Qiaoyi said helplessly: "I'm not a martial arts material, I rely on hard work to barely select Jinyiwei."

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