The next day, when Qingping was rushing to make clothes at home, Dabin came to Qingping's house in a hurry and told her the results of the contact between the party secretary of Qingchuan Village and the owner of the courtyard last night.

One thousand two, everything at home is given to Qingping, if you don't want anything, it will be 1,100 yuan.

Because she didn't enter the yard, but just looked at the house from the periphery, Qingping decided to go to the yard first to take a look before making a decision.

Dabin accompanied Qingping, took the key from the village party secretary's house, and went to the courtyard.

The size of the yard is about the same as that of Qingping's house, and the specifications of a regular three-thirds rural homestead, with three rows of houses on the north, west, and east, with the gate facing east.

The new and old houses are better than Qingping's house, and probably because the owner has a job and the conditions at home are better, except for the garden in the yard, the other yards are touched with cement, and they look quite clean.

Although the furniture in the house is old, it is better than Qingping's house, and there is a high and low wardrobe and a TV cabinet in the hall, and the boxes on the kang are four or five percent new.

In addition to board cabinets, there are also writing desks and wardrobes in other rooms.

I am afraid that these things are not worth a hundred yuan in total, but Qingping is too lazy to toss, so she simply paid 1,200 yuan to buy this yard.

The village party secretary is a neat one, and soon the formalities in the village were completed, Qingping and Dabin went to the Qingchuan Town Government, and in the afternoon, the courtyard was returned to Qingping.

As soon as she ran away like this, there were few clothes to buy that day, and Qingping didn't let Zhou Xinmei and Qingyun come to the county seat to set up a stall.

After dinner, Qingping took out the letter of proof of the homestead and announced the matter to Ruan Yongshan, Zhou Xinmei and Qingyun.

"What? Qingping: You said you bought a yard in the county? That's a lot of money? ”

Ruan Yongshan felt that he had pretended to be stupid in the past few years, and he really couldn't keep up with Qingping's thoughts.

"It's not expensive, 1,200 yuan, we can move over with a little packing."

Twelve hundred dollars? Not expensive? Ruan Yongshan looked at Zhou Xinmei with complicated eyes.

Zhou Xinmei has followed Qingping to set up a stall in the past two days, and she has a lot of money in her hands, so although she thinks that 1,200 is not cheap, she doesn't feel that it is too expensive.

"Child's father, you first heard Qingping say that she must have her reasons for buying a yard."

"Dad, except for Sundays, if you want to set up a stall to sell clothes at other times, the night market and the evening market are the best time periods, after Qingyun and I go to school, this stall can only be set up by my mother, will you rest assured?"

"Oh? I can accompany your mother! ”

"Then who will cook our meal, besides, it would be a problem for my mother to set up a stall to eat at five or six o'clock all the time, and besides, Qingyun will be in junior high school soon, and it will be too much of a toss to run back and forth at that time."

"Do you have enough money?" Ruan Yongshan has recently been thinking about how to get some wood and start making furniture to sell, so that he can help Qingping.

But he didn't have any money in hand, and he was embarrassed to open his mouth to Qingping, thinking about borrowing it from Li Yuanhao, but he didn't have time to open his mouth yet.

"That's enough, if it's not enough, it's strange that this piece of paper can be brought back."

Qingping stuffed the piece of paper into Ruan Yongshan's hand, "Dad, I know you've been thinking about making furniture recently, don't worry, wait for me to make a lot of money a year ago, and then buy some good wood, you can make a few pieces of furniture for our county home, and when your hands are familiar, it's not too late for you to make furniture and sell it." ”

"Qingping, you—How do you know?".

Ruan Yongshan glanced at Zhou Xinmei, but Zhou Xinmei shook her head at him, "I didn't say it, why did the girl guess it smartly." ”