Reborn in America, I am a legendary short seller on Wall Street.

Chapter 31 83 Accommodation Acquired
The first to participate in the American Revolutionary War against the British were the militia of Lexington, Boston.

Although called a militia, it was actually a self-governing force of mutual protection among local farmers. The Duncan family was one of the armed groups that fought against the British army at that time.

Holliston is not far from Lexington.

Duncan was genuinely pleased to hear a stranger praising his family's glory, especially in front of such distinguished guests.

Mr. Porter straightened his back and nodded to Mr. Duncan Jr., saying, "The Duncan family's contributions to the independence of the United States deserve to be remembered forever."

Mr. Duncan bowed slightly and said humbly, "This is the awareness that every patriot who comes to the New World should have; freedom guides us forward forever."

Larry thought to himself that his chance had come, and then said with a smile, “Our farm happens to be right next to your wasteland. My father was just saying that it would be great if we could take over your wasteland... He can cultivate it during the off-season, and it’s a shame to see that piece of land next to the farm lying fallow.”

Mr. Potter's eyes lit up upon hearing this, and he quickly glanced at Larry.

Larry was still smiling as he looked at Mr. Duncan.

Mr. Duncan was clearly bewildered, and Larry deliberately left a pause in his speech after saying this, making Mr. Duncan feel as if he had to say something.

"Which wasteland are you referring to?" Sure enough, Mr. Duncan asked, frowning slightly.

“An 83-acre plot of wasteland, well, sandy soil, not very nice. But it’s right next to our farm.” Larry smiled in response, then raised an eyebrow and said, “My father heard you’re selling this land. Would we have the honor of buying it?”

Mr. Duncan frowned but didn't say anything.

Mr. Potter's lips curled up slightly, and he added knowingly, "Oh, a sandy piece of land? I think Mr. Duncan must have had his own plans for leaving that piece of land there."

Mr. Duncan Jr. wasn't unwilling to sell the land; rather, as a young gentleman who chased fashion and high society, he simply didn't understand what kind of "sandy land" he still owned.

However, since Mr. Potter had brought it up, Mr. Duncan overcame his laziness and immediately called over the butler to inquire about the details.

The butler checked the address with Larry and nodded to Mr. Duncan Jr. to confirm that there was indeed such a piece of land, which was currently for sale.

Mr. Duncan looked at Larry's hopeful face, waved his hand and smiled, "Since it's all for sale anyway, why not give it to... sir? I'm sorry, I don't know your name yet."

“Larry Livingston!” Larry answered quickly.

“Yes, it would be better to sell it to Mr. Livingston, after all, their farm is right next to that land!”

Mr. Duncan turned to look at his butler.

A fleeting look of surprise crossed the butler's face; he felt as if his young master was helping Larry persuade him...

The butler thought to himself, "You want to sell your stuff? Why would I object?"
Thinking of this, the butler smiled professionally and turned to Larry, saying, "Mr. Livingston, what price are you willing to offer for that land? It's a full 83 acres."

Larry looked apologetic and turned to Mr. Duncan, saying, "But we only have $2000 left..."

Mr. Duncan frowned, turned to the butler, and asked, "Is it wasteland?"

“Yes, sir, it’s just a wasteland!” the butler replied.

“That’s settled then!” Mr. Duncan waved his hand, then turned to Larry and said, “Mr. Livingston, do you have any money with you? Would you like me to bring your father over by carriage?”

“No, no, I have the money with me right now. If it’s convenient for you, we can sign the land purchase agreement right now. But I still want to thank you, kind sir,” Larry quickly replied.

Larry's heart pounded. If he bought 83 acres of land for $2000, that would only be $24 per acre...

For Mr. Duncan Jr., such trivial matters shouldn't have been on his radar, and he didn't want to waste any more time on such unseemly details. He then had his butler accompany Larry to handle the land sale.

Larry said goodbye to Mr. Duncan and then to Mr. Potter. The latter looked at him with narrowed eyes and a smirk on his face.

The Duncan family has been frequently dealing with related assets lately, so they're quite familiar with the process now. Plus, being located in town makes all the procedures very convenient.

In just 35 minutes, the 83-acre (33.59 hectares, or 503 mu) land that once belonged to the Duncan family became the property of the Livingstons.

Larry paid $2000 for the land, plus deed tax, stamp duty, and other fees totaling $72.5.

In return, they received a land title stamped with a seal representing the state government's approval.

And you don't have to pay real estate agents commissions.

Holding the land deed in his hand, Larry couldn't suppress the smile on his face. He thought to himself that buying a piece of land these days was easier than buying a gun—as long as you had money and could find a spendthrift son who treated money like dirt.
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On the way back, Larry kept thinking about how to tell his parents, but the biggest problem was how to explain where the $2000 in his pocket came from. After thinking for a long time, Larry decided not to say anything for now...

Because if we need to show them the land certificate, we have to explain where the money for buying the land came from;

However, revealing your money can lead to a lot of trouble that tests your character!

Although Larry acknowledged the upbringing and help he received from his parents in this life, out of caution as a reborn individual, he still intended to observe their character further.

When interests are involved, one must be cautious.

If the two are the kind of people who think, "Kid, if you make money, Mom and Dad will save it for you," Larry would rather cut ties with them as soon as possible.

Larry returned to the farm in a horse-drawn carriage at 12:48 p.m.

When Larry was late, his father was slightly displeased, but since they had finally bought the farm he had been longing for, he put on a smile and began to lock the doors of each house with the newly bought padlocks.

After finishing all that, the family of three decided to go home early while they still had time.

The clouds are getting thicker and thicker; it looks like it's about to snow.

Before leaving, Larry's father stood behind the farmhouse, facing the 42 acres of farmland, and cheered loudly.

"Ah! I finally own my own land."

Larry, mimicking his father, also shouted the same slogan.

"Ah! I finally own my own land!"

However, his gaze passed beyond the farm and looked towards the more distant and expansive wasteland.

The mother and father both thought Larry was joking like an adult, so the three of them laughed heartily.
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The carriage returned to Holliston town at 3:30 p.m.

While waiting for the train, snowflakes began to fall. The three of them bought black bread and corn chowder and ate them while they were still warm.

My father found it unbelievable that four draft horses were being kept at the neighboring farm for $8 for half a month.

Larry asked, "Father, when you go back and forth to town, you can't always rent a carriage. Shouldn't you buy a horse for riding?"

The father hadn't thought about the problem yet. After a moment's thought, he frowned and said, "Oh, even warmblood horses cost $80 to $150, which is too expensive. This farm purchase has almost wiped out all our family's savings. I'd better not think about this for now."

Larry, however, was thinking that if Logan could bring him a little more profit today, he would definitely buy his father a good horse...

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