The housekeeper lowered himself by ten taels, which made Jiang Zhimian's heart even more bottomless.

Such a big house, you can't take it without a few hundred taels.

But now the housekeeper said that it was only sold for ninety taels.

Could it be a murderous house, in a hurry to get rid of it?

Seeing Jiang Zhimian's hesitation, the housekeeper said again, "You must think that my bid is low, right?" ”

Jiang Zhimian nodded honestly, "Yes." ”

It's not that the bid is low, it's that the bid is very low!

The butler rubbed his hands together and explained the reason.

"My lord went to Lin'an Mansion to be a big official, and there are no relatives in this small place, so I'm afraid I won't come back in the future.

The old man confessed, saying that this house can be sold at any price, it is a feng shui treasure, and he hopes that others can buy it and live a comfortable life. ”

"That's too cheap, isn't it?" Jiang Zhimian still couldn't help complaining.

The housekeeper spread his hands helplessly, "Who made my master not care about external objects." ”

After that, he leaned closer and said, "Little girl, I saw you at the door last time, you must like this house, don't worry, just ask, everyone in this town knows about my master's ascension." ”

And that's not all.

Small places have another bonus.

Small things as big as sesame seeds can spread quickly.

If there is a murder, it cannot be hidden.

"Little girl, you can't buy ninety taels of silver, you can't be fooled, you go out to have a look, buy a broken thatched house in the town, and you have to pay more than a dozen taels.

My lord sold the house like this, where are you going to find a second one? Hurry up and buy it! ”

Jiang Zhimian has a black line.

How did she feel that this butler had crossed over from the two-dollar store?

However, seeing that the other party said this, Jiang Zhimian also believed most of it.

But he still asked to go to the house first, and then make a decision after reading it.

The housekeeper agreed and accompanied Jiang Zhimian around.

This leisurely residence is a large mansion with three entrances and three exits, and the outermost is a public place such as a reception room and a dining room.

On the middle floor, there are more than a dozen rooms, arranged in a hollow arrangement, separated by a small garden.

The innermost part is where people sleep and do things, and there is a large open space with excellent sunlight, which is the most suitable for drying things.

After looking around, not to mention how satisfied.

The most important thing is that the small things in the house have been moved, but the big things have not been moved.

Tables, chairs, bed cabinets, are all made of good materials.

It's totally a bag check-in!

"How is it, little girl, are you satisfied?" The butler asked with a smile.

Jiang Zhimian nodded, "Okay, I bought it, but I said okay, I have to go to the yamen to give me the deed before I can give the money." ”

"Nature." The butler nodded.

While it was still early, he simply struck while the iron was hot and went directly to the yamen.

Passing the deed is just a pillar of incense.

Jiang Zhimian has changed into a house!

"Okay, Miss Jiang, the house belongs to you, and I will rush back to Lin'an Mansion to have a round with my master, and we will meet again."

The moment the butler turned around, he breathed a long sigh of relief.

It's not easy for him to act like an old bone.

But fortunately, the explanation was completed.

You can go to Lin'an Mansion and continue to be a hands-off housekeeper!

And at this end, Mrs. Jiang and Old Man Jiang both came over and looked at the thin deed.

Although I couldn't read a word, there was the seal of the yamen and the handprints on it.

This is enough to show that the big mansion belongs to them!

"Mianmian, let's ...... Are we moving to town? Mrs. Jiang couldn't help but shed tears.

She has been frugal in her life, and she didn't let her baby Mianmian live a good life, but let Mianmian honor her, and she was so ashamed that she wanted to cry.

Old man Jiang rubbed his arms, "Such a good thing was actually touched by us, I still feel a little like I'm dreaming." ”

"What are we?" Old Mrs. Jiang's tears were still hanging on her eyes, but her face was already stiff.

Tell Old Man Jiang solemnly.

"That's Mianmian, Mianmian is blessed, even if it's an irrelevant person, it will be good to her, you know? We're all getting naked! ”