The beloved baby has a space

Chapter 148 New House

In fact, the middleman got the house for over 130 taels of silver, and he also received a commission after the successful transaction.

But who would complain about not having enough money?

What he told Grandma Wang earlier was true; houses in town have very low liquidity and are difficult to buy and sell. This house has been sitting in his hands for over a year, and some houses haven't been sold even after six or seven years.

Since someone was finally willing to buy and had no ulterior motives, he certainly didn't want to ruin the deal.

"Grandma, how about adding just a little more, 170 taels?" The middleman wanted to try again.

Who would dig out 30 taels of silver directly? 30 taels of silver is enough for an ordinary family to live on for many years!
Grandma Wang took Xiao Ayu's hand and walked outside.

"Alright, I'll go check out other stores. I need to compare prices from different vendors, you know."

Seeing the anxious look on the middleman's face, Wang Chuangui said softly to him, "Brother, let me tell you the truth, my mother is a stubborn person. If you agree to 150 taels again after she leaves this house today, she will not buy it."

The middle-aged man thought this was very likely, as the old woman seemed to be a very principled person.

He gritted his teeth and stamped his foot: "Fine, 150 taels it is. I'll treat you as friends! Now that you've bought a house in town, we'll be living in the same place from now on. We'll see each other all the time, so let's look after each other."

Grandma Wang stopped in her tracks: "Let's go, let's get the paperwork done now, I have to go back this afternoon."

The sale of a house involves strict procedures. First, it must be registered locally, and then the village head must be invited to supervise the process. Both the buyer and seller, as well as the intermediary, must be present.

If it's officially registered, it can be handled by more professional people.

For example, some wealthy families never handle matters themselves; their subordinates simply follow the procedures to get things done.

This time, Old Mrs. Wang put the house in Old Mr. Wang's name. She wanted to put it directly in Xiao Ayu's name, but that wouldn't work. If it were put in Wang Chuanman's name, her other brothers would probably have a big problem with it.

After the house was purchased, the middleman smiled and said to Grandma Wang, "Congratulations on your new house. If you ever need my money in the future, please don't hesitate to ask."

Qian Deyi is a middle-aged man's name.

Grandma Wang said, "Since you've put it that way, then I'll trouble you to introduce me to any good carpenters around here. The house needs some new furniture."

There are carpenters in Hujia Village, but they are only good for the village. It would be too much trouble to ask them to come to town to work.

Old Wang can do it too, but he's too slow to match the professional carpenters.

Qian Deyi actually knew him: "You've come to the right person. My father-in-law is a carpenter. He's been doing it for over 40 years. In Nanhe Town, if we're talking about second place, no one dares to claim first place."

"In that case, let's meet your father-in-law first. If the quality is acceptable, we'll place the order there. As for the price, don't try to rip me off."

Qian Deyi gave a wry smile: "Grandma, in front of you, I'm afraid I'll only be the one getting ripped off, how could I possibly rip you off!"

He was scared. The old lady seemed like she wouldn't ask for a price, but when it came to bargaining, she was really ruthless.

He's an expert.

Sure enough, when they arrived at his father-in-law's house, Mrs. Wang nitpicked their carpentry work, almost making her father-in-law so angry that he stormed off.

Finally, she gave a deposit of 10 taels of silver, ordered all the furniture that needed to be made for the house, and arranged a delivery time. Only then did Old Mrs. Wang go to Lanhe Street to see where her grandchildren would be going to school.

Nanhe Town is neither too big nor too small. It has two schools, three private schools, and two clan schools.

The two places closest to their house were Qingmu Academy and Yang Family Private School.

Aoki Academy was opened by a local scholar, and it had two teachers who taught students the knowledge required for the imperial examinations.

The Yang family private school focused more on reading and knowledge, and was a basic private school that did not follow the path of the imperial examinations.

Grandma Wang planned to divide the family into two groups, sending one to Qingmu Academy and the other to Yang Family Private School. Qingmu Academy had standards for admitting students, and when my grandmother took Wang Chuangui there, the old teacher was unwilling to accept him when he heard that Wang Chuangui was not even a student of the first level of the imperial examination.

“Starting school now is too old. I suggest you go to a private school and learn a few characters, that will be enough.” The old man spoke sincerely, but his words were also quite hurtful.

Little Ayu said, "Grandpa, our family used to be very poor, so my second uncle didn't go to school. But my second uncle is really amazing. We all learned from him at home, and he knows so much!"

The old man hadn't noticed little Ayu at first, mainly because she was so small that she was easily overlooked when hidden next to an adult.

Only when he suddenly heard Xiao Ayu's voice did the old man realize that there was a little girl.

The old man was somewhat old-fashioned and didn't have much affection for girls, but the child, who looked only two or three years old, spoke exceptionally clearly, even better than those who had been carefully taught from a young age.

The old man became interested, lowered his head slightly, and asked her, "You said your second uncle is amazing, so what did you learn from him? Tell me about it."

Little Ayu immediately began reciting the Three Character Classic. After finishing it, she started reciting the Thousand Character Classic, several poems, and even a prose poem.

Little Ayu finds memorizing texts difficult at first, but once she memorizes them, she rarely forgets them.

The more she carried on her back, the more embarrassed Wang Chuangui became.

Because some of them weren't taught by Wang Chuangui at all.

Wang Chuangui: ...I haven't even studied these things myself.

Under the old master's slightly surprised gaze, little Ayu took a breath and began reciting arithmetic again.

In terms of arithmetic, Xiao Ayu is not very good at it. She can only use 10 fingers now, but this does not prevent her from memorizing the formulas in "Nine Chapters on the Mathematical Art".

She recited for half an hour straight. The students passing by Qingmu Academy couldn't help but stop and watch as a two-year-old girl, with her hands behind her back, recited her lessons to their teacher in a childish voice.

The students all hid behind the gateposts, looking at each other.

"Wow, where did this little girl come from? She can carry so much!"

"She's so beautiful! And her voice is lovely too."

"Is it coming to our school? Why not the kindergarten?"

The students at Aoki Academy are mostly already trained; the youngest are seven or eight years old and have studied at home.

However, there were no women in the entire school, firstly because their teachers did not like female students, and secondly because there were too few who met the requirements.

Now that there's a little girl, the students find it very novel. Are they going to have a junior sister?

Xiao Ayu finally finished reciting it in one go, but when she saw the old man staring at her, she felt a little annoyed.

Oh dear, I should have known better than to be so playful; she can only memorize so little.

Will this old man think she's a bit slow?

After listening, the old man looked at Wang Chuangui with a different expression: "Since you can teach such a good child, your knowledge must be quite good as well. I will make an exception and accept you as a student."

Because Wang Chuangui is really old, asking him to endorse something in public would make it seem like he's putting the other person in a difficult position.

Little Ayu jumped for joy.

Wang Chuangui, however, had no way to express his bitterness.

Is it too late for me to admit that I can't even recite it now?

(End of this chapter)