Qin Wafan delivered the contract to Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin as scheduled on the second afternoon. In less than two, the contract was settled.

Now it's a matter of money, Qin Wafan currently has no money in his hands, his income is given to his family, and he has to pay Zhang Lan back regularly.

He and Qin Bo were happy to pay within two weeks, so he had to raise money as soon as possible.

"You've signed all the contracts?"

When Qin Wafan and Zhao Hong discussed countermeasures, Zhao Hongxing's eyes widened.

"yes, isn't it good in the morning!"

Qin Wafan was actually still interested, after all, this matter was finally the last link to pay the money, and the price was fair to both parties.

"How are you going to raise money?"

Zhao Hong no longer opened her apricot eyes, but her face darkened, and she lowered her eyes and asked.

"Figured it out."

Qin Wafan was very hungry, it was already six o'clock in the evening, he saw that Zhao Hong was with two children, and he didn't mean to get up and go to the kitchen to cook, so he got up by himself, thinking about cooking.

"The family will definitely not be able to come up with that money now, more than 100,000 yuan, and the family can only save it for a year without eating or drinking! Now our family still has foreign debts, and I have budgeted out the training fees and tuition fees for the two of their children, even if the income from the projects you cooperate with Haiti is recovered one by one, in addition to food and drink, in addition to the mortgage, in addition to their annual tuition and training fees, even if the two of us adults do not have big expenses, it is enough to buy clothes and drink for the elderly, you don't want to do it. ”

Zhao Hong's mezzo-soprano voice sounded faintly behind Qin Wafan.

"Oh, I see."

In terms of money, Zhao Hong's calculations in what he said just now were correct, how much money he had in his family, Qin Wafan didn't count it in his heart.

But listening to Zhao Hong's tone, he is unwilling to continue to go into debt to increase the pressure on his life.

"Wife, don't worry, I think about the money for buying land, you stay at home, take care of the children, and help take care of the three old people, which already makes me very grateful."

Qin Wafan turned around and walked back, his hands gently resting on his wife's shoulders.

Zhao Hong twisted his body, not wanting to face him, so he threw off his hand.

"It's going to be okay, okay, this is the end of it, I'm going to cook!"

Qin Wafan couldn't make his wife smile for a while, so he smiled and said in a cheerful voice.

For dinner, except for the words of the two children, Zhao Hong didn't pay attention to Qin Wafan. Qin Wafan was also a little puzzled in his heart, he didn't expect his wife to react so much to this matter, didn't he talk clearly in front of his parents and her face to face?

He remembered that when he went to Bai Yu to see Uncle Qin and Aunt Qin at noon, his wife and children were there, and his wife still praised this matter, why did it suddenly become the source of the Cold War?

He actually forgot, on the way back from going to their parents' house for dinner a few times ago, Zhao Hong had used this piece of land not to buy it for the time being, it is not easy to sell it if it is bought, and it is useless to put it there and cost money, there is no need. Therefore, she had actually changed her mind after thinking about it at that time, and she no longer thought about buying this land. But Qin Wafan just thought about what he wanted to buy at the beginning, but if the seller was reluctant, it would be fine, and now the two parties agreed, of course, there is no doubt that they will buy it according to the original determination. And he felt from the chat with Zhang Lan and his own father that this land was bought, and there was a lot of room for appreciation, and there was also a detail that he actually paid more than 300 square meters, but there were still more than 100 square meters of peripheral space around Qin Bo's house, in fact, even if he used it himself, no one came up with anything. But he, of course, is not such a narrow idea, he still thinks that the public should be public, private for private, after he took down this land, when he really has the money to start building office buildings in the future, he will build the extension area of more than 100 square meters into a craft park, so that some of Qinfang's craftsmanship can come in, so that it is not only beneficial to the business atmosphere, but also to promote the popularity of this area, or build it into a public welfare reading area, a library or something, so that more people who have knowledge and culture, and like to improve themselves gather in this place, It must be of great benefit to both public and private.

It's just that he feels that these are a bit far away, and if he is weak, it will bring more trouble to Zhao Hong's thoughts, so forget it.

But when he went to bed at night, he also entered a dream in his fantasies, a dream of the future, in which he and Bai Pujia were also born.

In the dream, he received a call from his mother that the old tiled house was going to be demolished and asked him to take a look. He said yes and walked over.

He seemed to have come to the old tiled house of Uncle Qin's family, and it seemed that he had gone back to see his hometown Qinjia Village, where he grew up more than ten years ago.

He saw that the wooden windows were in disrepair and broken, and there were loopholes in the eaves, leaking a piece of sunlight, mottled like the sunlight on the white wall that he and Aunt Qin saw that day.

But the difference is that most of the black tiles are arranged so neatly, as if they have a hundred years of vicissitudes. There were reeds growing on the tiles, and under the blue water, they stood proudly against the wind. The tiled house is silent, the tiles are silent, only the reeds are swaying in the wind, gradually swaying into a white dress singing in the wind.

There is also a pile of yellow bricks around, which is a demolished house. But there was not a shadow of a tile on the ground.

He felt as if his heart was suddenly blocked by something, and some tears wanted to flow out. But it evaporated in the sunlight of this dream.

It seemed that the stars were shifting, and when evening came, he once again looked at the tiled house in the afterglow of the sunset, a gray-black scale on the tiles, and the sparseness of a few reeds, obliquely cutting the sunset that was about to set. He followed his mother's telephone command, found the person in charge to sign the contract for the house, and finally drove out of the wilderness where he could hear the singing of his childhood.

On the way back, he seemed to be still in the same place of the tile house, and he seemed to see a young man who was turning his back to him and was running to the distance, unwilling to be lonely, looking ordinary and promising. He couldn't help but smile at the back of the young man who had never seen his face:

Those who do not see the distance live in peace. And when he saw the distance, he had entanglement, and he also had efforts in entanglement, and his entanglement was to break free from the shackles of the dilemma of the old relationship and move towards the creation of a new relationship.

Therefore, in order to create better, after careful consideration, he did not want to take it back, and buying this small piece of land was one of his steps, he did not want to give up because of a little resistance, on the contrary, for the sake of the village he grew up in, in order to be able to do his best to benefit more on the way to run, he became more and more determined to buy this land. All the difficulties about money can be solved.

He was extremely firm in his heart, but a tear overflowed from the corner of his eyes, about the old tile house, about the years of growth that the old tile house gave them*** In his mind, he will also be able to give the old tile house a new life.