"This house is too small, this house is too old, I like this house, but the price is too high!"

"It's so hard for us petty officials to buy a house!"

……

Zhang Xuezhou searched the market register in the internal officials' mansion, and the officials introduced it from time to time, and Zhang Xuezhou also responded from time to time.

From time to time, he lamented that the petty officials' money was not enough, and it was too difficult to buy a house, which made the petty officials feel sorry for him.

The clerk of the internal minister's office is not a good position, and it is too difficult to make a profit in this kind of position.

For example, Zhang Xuezhou came to register for the city, this kind of thing can only be done officially, and Zhang Xuezhou can't stuff him with any half or two dollars to thank him.

And Zhang Xuezhou came to buy a house, this girl was so poor that she could pick around, and it was impossible to give him money.

This is the situation when most people come to the Inner Minister's Mansion, and Zhang Xuezhou is not special.

It is difficult for him to make money in this position, and he can only rely on his income to supplement his family, and he correspondingly sympathizes with Zhang Xuezhou's words.

For a while, the two chatted from time to time, but it was not too lonely.

waited until the people outside handed over the sign, and the little official greeted him, let Zhang Xuezhou slowly turn over here, and turned back to the public table to signal that he could receive it.

"My lord, the grass people want to sell a set of mansions, and they want to hang a card in the Inner Officials' Mansion!"

As Zhang Xuezhou expected, Wang Fugui arrived not long after they entered the Inner Officials' Mansion.

Wang Fugui left late, but Wang Fugui took the carriage, while Zhang Xuezhou and others took the lead in setting off on their legs, and the time difference between the two arriving at the Inner Officials' Mansion was not too obvious.

"Your house covers an area of more than one acre, why do you only hang eighty taels of silver? But what is wrong with provoking? ”

After some registration, the little official also saw the problem that Wang Fugui wanted to sell the property.

This made him ask directly.

"My lord, the grass people's house collided with Tai Sui, and the feng shui is not good, so I want to sell it and get a new house!"

"Nonsense, Chang'an City is at the feet of the Son of Heaven, how can there be a reason for bad feng shui, you are talking wildly......

The little official frowned, and opened his mouth to reprimand Wang Fugui.

It wasn't until Wang Fugui stuffed a few and a half taels in the hands of the little official extremely quickly that he stopped reprimanding.

"You can sell this house, but if there is any problem with the house, it must be clearly written, otherwise no one will buy it if I register," the little official said.

"Actually......

Wang Fugui hesitated for a moment, and then began to talk about today's evil matter.

If the big tree in that alley caught fire and died, it was also a matter of the whole alley, but the stone lion belonged to Wang Fugui's family, and the stone lion that rotted half of his body was only aimed at him.

Correspondingly, Wang Fugui was indeed panicked in his heart.

It is someone else's business that someone else doesn't sell their property, and he has to sell his house when he encounters a separate target.

"I see, no wonder I bought the property for one hundred and ten taels of silver, and now I want to sell it for eighty taels of silver" The little official nodded and said: "If this is the case, then no wonder you want to sell the house!" ”

"Yes!"

"Your neighbor will agree to you selling your house," the clerk asked.

"Everyone knows that I am a disaster star, I wish I would pack up and leave today" Wang Fugui said: "As long as someone is willing to buy, they will definitely let me sell it, and they will welcome the new owner of this house!" ”

"Then you will make a registration first, and the official will see if there are any suitable people to buy at that time," the little official nodded.

He picked up the pen and began to register Wang Fugui's real estate.

"This official wants to make it clear to you, the murderous house is not easy to sell, the rich can't look down on it, the money can't afford it, and it's almost impossible for you to sell it as soon as possible!"

When the little official dealt with it slowly, Wang Fugui couldn't help but stuff two and a half taels of money.

This reminded the little official that there was no demand for this among the buyers he had.

As the official said, Wang Fugui's house is a good house, but there are evil things on the stall, and this kind of property becomes a murderous house.

Those who have money will not risk their lives, and those who have no money will not be able to make up all the eighty taels of silver.

Even if Wang Fugui has reduced the price, it is extremely difficult to sell the property, let alone sell it quickly.

"But this price is already very low," Wang Fugui said worriedly: "How can no one buy this kind of price, if there was a good house at this price in previous years, I would have to borrow money to buy it when I broke my leg!" ”

"You also know that it was in previous years" The little official smiled: "In previous years, my mother-in-law was still showy when she was sixteen years old, and a group of people were drooling when they stared at it, and now who is going to look at my mother-in-law." ”

"It's not just a house, what are you afraid of, just live there, what kind of thing do you believe in a murderous house!"

When Wang Fugui looked embarrassed, Zhang Xuezhou picked up the market-making book in his hand and interjected.

"Let me tell you, there is no house in this world that is fierce" Zhang Xuezhou said with a straight face: "Whose house has not died, whose house has not buried some people, our Chang'an City fought a war decades ago, and the dead people are piled up, and it doesn't look at who said that their house is a murderous house!" ”

"Little brother, you really know how to laugh," Wang Fugui said embarrassedly.

"This is not a joke, this is reasoning with you," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Truth, huh!"

Wang Fugui laughed awkwardly.

It's okay if Zhang Xuezhou doesn't say it, but when he says it, it reminds him of the past in Chang'an City.

In the past, it was normal for no one in Chang'an City to say that their house was a murderous mansion, after all, those who lived in the murderous mansion had already died during the war, and those who did not die naturally would not admit that their house was a murderous mansion, but would think that it was full of blessings.

Wang Fugui felt that this kind of thing must not be believed, he would lose a sum of money at most, but if he didn't believe it, he would probably lose his life.

For those rich people, they can still earn money when they run out, and if they can solve problems with money, they have to try without risking their lives.

Correspondingly, no matter what Zhang Xuezhou says, Wang Fugui's mind will not change, and he will even sell it more firmly.

"Brother, help me keep an eye on a cheap and good house, the price is between ten taels of silver and thirty taels, and I can get the money on the same day if I have a suitable house!"

Zhang Xuezhou and Wang Fugui tugged for a while, and when the registration of the small officials was completed, Zhang Xuezhou also returned the market register.

"When I buy a new house, I will invite you to drink wine and eat meat," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"Well said"

The little official smiled in response.

"Dongfang Lord, go slowly!"

When Zhang Xuezhou said goodbye, the little official also sent him off politely.

"My lord, who bought the house?"

Zhang Xuezhou went out from the Inner Officials' Mansion, and Wang Fugui asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Lord Dongfang buys a house, but he won't buy a house like yours with eighty taels of silver" The little official waved his hand and said: "You businessmen who do business have money, and those of us who are officials can only rely on money, and eighty taels of silver can't be saved for more than ten years!" ”

"The richest person is the official!"

Wang Fugui muttered in a low voice.

He calculated eighty in his heart, compared thirty again, and finally felt that the difference in this amount was too big, and he couldn't sell it cheaply.

Wang Fugui gave the little official a few and a half taels, and he also sat in the inner official's mansion and waited to see if he could meet a suitable buyer today.

He didn't set the price to death, and if the other party offered seventy taels of silver, it was not negotiable.

He was even willing to accept collateral and accept all kinds of things that could be converted into money.

As long as he can quickly get rid of the murderous house, Wang Fugui feels that a small loss is acceptable.

(End of chapter)