In mid-April, Du Chengdong and Xu Wenjie went to the urban reform company to negotiate with Qiao Liyong and others again, but because the expectations of the two sides were very different, they still broke up after a war of words.

After Du Chengdong came back, he made a truthful report, and Geng Wenyang comforted him: "They are not in a hurry, and we are not in a hurry. Be patient, I'll see how long they can wait."

Although the handover of the project was slow, Geng Wenyang did not slack off, holding a map and local history all day long to think about the details of the development plan of the ancient city of Baizhou. As soon as he had free time, he drove to the area around Zhuangjia Lane to check around, and from time to time went deep into the people's homes to learn about the history and legends of the streets.

If history books are records of history, then architecture is a silent witness in the inheritance of history. The various buildings that have survived the wind and rain are all historical imprints in front of our eyes, and they can even be said to be living history that modern people can touch with their own hands.

Walking between the old streets and alleys, sometimes it gives people the illusion of a trance, as if they have penetrated time and seen the changes in the streets and alleys for a hundred years.

Geng Wenyang suddenly had an idea: "If you can have a classic courtyard house of your own in the ancient city area of Baizhou, it will be a perfect place to entertain guests, relatives and friends."

And the courtyard where their house is located is the most classic courtyard structure in the Ming and Qing dynasties, and it is an excellent choice.

Of the three families in the courtyard, the Zhang family has sold the house to the project department of the urban reform company; Zhuang Fujin, who accounts for the largest proportion, has not yet agreed to the demolition agreement, so the property is still in his hands.

As long as the handover procedures are completed with the urban reform company, he can buy the Zhang family's house back. It's just that Zhuang Fujin inherited the ancestral business, and I'm afraid he won't be willing to transfer the property to him.

"Looks like I'll have to find a chance to talk to Uncle Zhuang." Geng Wenyang pondered, "I must find a way to persuade him to give me the property, so that my dream of a courtyard house can be realized."

On May Day, after dinner, Geng Wenyang came to Zhuang Fujin's house as a guest. After watching TV with Zhuang Fujin and his parents for a while, he said to Zhuang Fujin, "Uncle Zhuang, I have something I want to tell you."

Zhuang Fujin was stunned for a moment, and then he understood that Geng Wenyang's sudden visit today was purposeful. He thought for a moment and said, "If it's not a business matter, you can just say it here, and your parents are not outsiders anyway."

Since Zhuang Fujin was not afraid of his parents listening, Geng Wenyang couldn't ask for it, so he smiled and said, "Uncle Zhuang, I want to buy all the old courtyards and transform them into a Ming and Qing Dynasty residential museum, do you think it's okay?"

"Huh!?" Zhuang Fujin was secretly taken aback. The three main houses in the old courtyard and the embroidery building in the backyard are all owned by him, and they are also the inheritance left by the ancestors of the Zhuang family.

Although he has no son, and his daughter married overseas, he is really unwilling to let him sell his ancestral property to others with his own hands.

"Wen Yang, this property is the only thought my dad left me." Zhuang Fujin reluctantly explained, "If I sell it to you, I'm sorry for my ancestors!"

Geng Wenyang had already expected him to react like this, and said with a smile: "Uncle Zhuang, now that you have a big villa, it is impossible for you to go back to live in the old courtyard. If you sell it to me, I will renovate and maintain it, so that the old yard will have the glorious image of the past, instead of the dilapidated appearance it is now."

Geng Huizhong helped his son speak, "Lao Zhuang, you live in such a good place, why can't you be reluctant to that broken bungalow? Besides, you can't go back to live there, so why do you keep it? It's better to sell it to Wen Yang and make it into a museum, at least the house can be maintained."

"This ......" Zhuang Fujin hesitated, "I only have one daughter, if I die, the house will definitely be Xiaomeng's." You ask Xiaomeng, if she agrees, I will agree."

Zhuang Fujin was obviously reluctant to say this, but it was only because of Geng Wenyang's face that he pulled his daughter over as a shield.

Geng Wenyang smiled and said, "Uncle Zhuang, if you really don't want to, we can partner in building a museum. However, this museum is free and does not make much money, at most it will be subsidized by the management of the scenic spot."

Zhuang Fujin pondered for a while, and said secretly in his heart: "If it weren't for Wen Yang's light

I can't buy this villa at cost price. He wanted to buy my courtyard house definitely to carry forward the traditional culture. The Zhang family can sell the house to the developer at a low price, and I will not betray my ancestors by transferring the house to Wen Yang."

"Besides, it's impossible for Xiaomeng to marry in Xingzhou and come back." He thought about it and said, "It seems that you will have to rely on Wen Yang to support your old age in the future, and it is natural to give him the property."

Thinking of this, Zhuang Fujin raised his head and said, "Wen Yang, you contact Xiaomeng, as long as she agrees, I will sell the house to you."

Geng Wenyang was confident that he could convince Zhuang Xiaomeng, so he immediately nodded and said, "That's okay, I'll contact Sister Xiaomeng tomorrow."

Geng Wenyang was an anxious person, and he really called Zhuang Xiaomeng early the next morning.

After listening to his story, Zhuang Xiaomeng said directly, "What else is there to be nostalgic for in that broken yard? Wouldn't it be better to sell it to you to clean up?"

Geng Wenyang smiled, "Sister, I will ask people to clean up the yard and strive to renovate it to its original appearance."

"That's good." Zhuang Xiaomeng said, "You just tell my dad that I agree to transfer the house to you. But listen to my dad more when you renovate, according to him, when he was a child, our hospital was not what it is now."

"Okay! I'm relieved to have your words." Geng Wenyang said, "Sister, when I clean up the yard, you are welcome to come as a guest."

"Okay!" Zhuang Xiaomeng revered, "The two of us grew up in that yard since we were children, and we really want to see what the yard will look like after it is cleaned up."

After getting Zhuang Xiaomeng's consent, Geng Wenyang turned his head and found Zhuang Fujin again and informed him of his daughter's opinion.

Zhuang Fujin saw that his daughter had no objections, so he agreed: "That's okay, Wen Yang, you make a price, as long as it's not too outrageous, I'll sell it to you."

Zhuang Fujin's three main houses plus two floors of embroidery buildings are about 400 square meters in total, and if the demolition compensation policy of the urban reform company is followed, it will cost about 240,000 yuan.

Geng Wenyang thought for a while and said tentatively, "Uncle Zhuang, I'll pay 300,000 yuan, can you see it?"

300,000!? Zhuang Fujin was surprised and said, "Wen Yang, you have thought about it, my house will not be sold at this price when it is put on the market."

"I know." Geng Wenyang said calmly: "We are old neighbors and old relationships, and this money is not only the money for the house, but also the favor."

Geng Wenyang took into account each other's affection, and Zhuang Fujin couldn't just see money. He thought to himself, "Since you say so, I can't be too greedy. In this way, let's set a fixed price of 280,000, do you think it's okay?"

Geng Wenyang immediately said: "280,000 is 280,000, our father and son are decided!"