"Cheng, it's easy if you like it, my old man is now helping at his brother Qingwu's house, I'll come over in a while, and you can talk about it when he comes, this house is still their old house." Xiaofang, you're tired, you see that the big weekend is still bothering you, come on, sit down and rest for a while. ”

Aunt Hao was old, and she felt a little tired after working for a long time, so she beckoned the two young people to come to the living room and sit down. In the living room, there is only an antique table of eight immortals and four matching wooden chairs.

Manager Fang sat down with her, and Meng Zhen was still looking around. The door of the living room is a little on the east side, standing in the room and looking south, in addition to the door on the south side, most of the walls are embedded with large glass windows, it is now nearly noon, the warm sunlight shines in, and I feel that the whole room is also warm. She pondered, the hanging chair she bought last year finally has a place to put it, well, just put it behind the window, add a log or rattan table in front of the hanging chair, and on the weekend, you can lie in the hanging chair to read, drink tea, and take a nap, Meng Zhen is excited about the picture she imagined.

"Old Hao, have the guests arrived?"

Uncle Meng, the owner of the house, walked in, he was 5 years older than his wife, he was almost 70 years old this year, his hair was gray, but he was in good spirits.

"Hello, you are Uncle Meng, I often hear my aunt mention you, but I have never seen you." When Manager Fang saw the old man coming in, he quickly stood up and asked the old man to sit down.

"Oh, this is Manager Xiaofang, your aunt told me about you, you are young, your career is so good, and you are doing the work of serving our elderly, which is very good!"

Uncle Meng sat down, he has been staying in his hometown for the past few days, saying that he was coming back to help, but in fact, it was mainly to send his brother a ride, and he didn't do any work, but his spirit was a little panicked, after all, he was an older person.

"Hello Uncle Meng, I'm Meng Zhen!"

Meng Zhenwu was thinking about how to decorate the house by himself, and when he heard that the master was back, he hurriedly came over to say hello.

"Uh-huh, okay, you want to buy this house, right? We still have the same surname, it's quite fateful! ”

Meng Qingyu looked at the girl in front of him, well, yes, from his face to his expression, he is a steady and careful child.

"Hehe, yes, uncle, I like your house very much, you see ......"

"Oh, like? How do you like it? Come, kid, let's go out and have a good talk," Meng Qingyu got up and beckoned her out of the living room.

"Anyway, the first time I saw this place, I felt like home. When I entered the courtyard, it was like a very reassuring atmosphere surrounded me, which gave me a sense of belonging. When I was a child, my home was also a small farm yard. The area is smaller than this, only one toon tree is planted in the yard, and my father planted a lot of seasonal flowers and azaleas around me, and in summer, the flowers are blooming, and the yard is full of faint floral fragrance. Later, when we renovated the city and demolished the old houses, I miss the quiet atmosphere. It's been many years, and I'm here today feeling that way again. Hehe, uncle, I didn't say it well, anyway, my home is here! ”

They walked under the pomegranate tree, Meng Zhen took out the tissue paper from his bag, spread it on the edge of the pool, and helped the old man sit down.

Hearing her say this, a strange look flashed in Meng Qingyu's eyes.

"Kid, it seems that we are really destined. To be honest, there are several people who want to buy this house, but I haven't sold it, whether before my fifth brother dies or after his death, there are people who want my house. But I never sold it, because it was our family's ancestral home. ”

The old man looked at everything in the courtyard with a complicated expression, and slowly told Meng Zhen: "This place was selected by my grandfather after asking the most famous feng shui gentleman in Quancheng Mansion to look at the jade mountain for hundreds of miles, and it is a treasure land of feng shui." You young people may not believe this, but since my grandfather built a house here, everything has been smooth in the family. Even in the war-torn times, our family survived safely. Later, due to historical reasons, this house was classified as a warehouse by the production brigade, and my father died. Later, the policy was implemented and the house was returned to me, which was originally adobe and in disrepair, and almost collapsed when it came back into my possession. But I'm still ecstatic, why, the foundation of the house is still there, and the feng shui treasure has not been lost. Strange to say, since I came back here, my life has begun to change, I won't tell you the specifics, in short, I am sure that my grandfather and father said that this is our blessed land. ”

"Look at this pomegranate tree, I planted it with my own hands when my eldest son was full moon, and more than forty years have passed in the blink of an eye; And the plane tree at the door, which my father planted. Decades have passed, although people have long since passed away, but the memories of studying and working with my father are forever engraved in my mind, whenever I see this plane tree, I will think of my father's appearance, what he once said, alas......"

"I always planned to come back when I was old, so when someone in the village wanted to buy the house, I refused. But now I have to leave, and I was going to give it to my fifth brother to repay him for taking care of him for many years, but I didn't expect him to leave. Alas, then I must give it to those who are destined, and I can't let those who don't cherish it be ruined. As soon as the child heard what you said, I felt that you were related to this house, because I could also feel that kind of stability here, which I have never felt anywhere else. So, I sold this house to you. The price, someone came out with 80,000 a few days ago, and I didn't agree. ”

The old man paused deliberately, looking at Meng Zhen's expression from gloomy to firm, and a smile appeared on his face: "When this house was renovated, it cost a total of 50,000 yuan, and the foundation of the house was given to you, I only charged a material fee, and sold it to you for 50,000 yuan!" ”

"Really?!" Meng Zhen was very surprised, when she heard the old man talk about 80,000, she was a little nervous, all her savings were less than this amount, and she was secretly deciding how to make money, and the result was so pleasantly surprised!

"Of course it's true, anyway, I don't lack this little money, as long as you can cherish it, I'll rest assured!"

"Well, don't worry, this is my home, I will definitely cherish it, thank you, thank you so much!"

"Hehe, by the way, where is your household registration Xiao Meng?" The old man looked at the excited child, and he was much happier.

When Meng Zhen heard this question, he paused, "Household registration?" It seems that when I went to college, my household registration moved to the school together, and after graduation, I should be attached to the city talent center with the file. Uncle Meng, why did you think of this, do you still need to have a household registration for the transfer? ”

"Oh, in this way, if you don't mind the rural hukou, I suggest that you better settle the hukou in Zhouwangzhuang, because I still have one acre of land here, and my fifth brother has been planting it since I left my hometown. But I signed the contract, and there are still 20 years left to go. If you settle your household registration here, on the one hand, I can transfer this land to you, and on the other hand, the house will be more secure. Although houses in rural areas do not have a useful life, if one day the government expropriates them, they must be returned to the state. Only those who have a local household registration can smoothly get the state subsidy. If not, it will be more troublesome then. ”

It seems that Meng Zhen is very fond of the old man, otherwise he would not think so much about her.

"Well, okay, I'll go and find out what the current situation of the household registration is. Thank you in advance, Uncle Meng! ”

She stood up and bowed to the old man sincerely.

"Xiao Meng, I don't want you to thank me, as long as you protect this place well, I will be satisfied!"

"Don't worry!"

"Okay, tomorrow is my fifth brother's 'first seven', and I have to stay here for another day, if you settle down, come over tomorrow to go through the formalities." As for you, as my distant niece's daughter, I will transfer the house and land to you. The village party secretary here is also my uncle and nephew, and the relationship is very good, I will explain your situation to him clearly, and it will be more convenient for you to live here in the future. ”

"Okay, I'll bring the money tomorrow, let's go through the formalities. However, the notary office and the police station are not working, and I will have to trouble you again when I go to go through the specific procedures after the weekend. ”

"It's okay, anyway, now that everything else has been taken care of, when this is done, I can go abroad without worry."

After the matter was negotiated, Meng Zhen and Manager Fang were about to leave, and the two old men tried their best to keep them here for lunch before going back, but the old man came back to deal with the funeral, and it was not convenient to entertain the guests at all, so he refused their kindness and drove back to the city.

Meng Qingyu looked at the car in the distance, came to the plane tree in front of the door, and gently stroked the rough bark: "Father, I handed over this place to a person who is destined, and our Meng family has obtained a miracle in this land." I believe that the girl named Meng Zhen will have the same adventure. I'm leaving, and I'll be back if there's still a chance. You can rest assured, the blessed land is given to the blessed people, and we can be regarded as repaying it......"

Meng Zhen can be said to have returned with a full load, and Manager Fang is also smiling. She said in her heart that it seemed that when she talked to Uncle Meng, Aunt Hao must have told the manager a lot of useful information, otherwise, he would not be so happy.

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