The Story of a Plane Merchant Selling a House

Thinking of the nightgown that Muguo praised so much, Tutu felt that one was enough for him and his mother, so he put the remaining dress on the supplies.

Then add in the red dates, brown sugar, red beans, peanuts, wolfberries, millet and pork specially prepared for Muguo’s mother.

The nutritional supplements for Muguo's mother were from the stock at home. When my parents come back, they will probably think that she ate all the food because she had a big appetite. She even packed up the seasoning jar for Muguo.

The floor of the storage room was almost filled with food and various items. After careful consideration, I realized that nothing was missing, so I clicked the sort icon to scan and upload the supplies.

As Tutu filled the room with supplies, the system evaluated it as a minimalist cabin full of supplies, and the price actually rose to 18 points. The system's aperture rotated very quickly, and the upload was successful soon.

The operating procedures for the properties on the shelves are cleaning, repairing and organizing, and the prices evaluated by the system have been increasing during the process.

It was 7 points before the supplies were placed, and 18 points after the supplies were placed. The system increased the valuation of the property, so by spending nearly a thousand points, plus some stockpiled inventory that is not usually used, you can earn 11 points.

Tutu’s hoarding habit seems more justified.

Mu Guo found a small flat area on the top of the mountain and confirmed the placement. A low house appeared in front of her. It was a small house, and the heads of the warriors in the tribe could reach the roof. There were some things in it, and the ground was almost full.

She first found the coal that Tutu mentioned, and asked the tribesmen to move to the original house. That house had a kang. Tutu asked her to light the stove by lighting a campfire in the wild, and then they could have some hot food.

The big pot in that house was a new pot installed by Tutu. It was particularly large. There were two stoves in the kitchen. When the stoves on the left and right were lit, the kangs in the left and right wing rooms and the main house would become warm.

Although it is the rainy season and it is not too cold yet, due to the lack of animal skins and the excessive humidity in the air, it would be more comfortable for the elderly and pregnant women in the tribe to light a kang.

After moving the coal and grain, Muguo walked in and saw the skirt on the windowsill at a glance. It had a green background with red flowers and a large ruffle decoration on the neckline. She happily put it on directly, facing the window, looking at it from time to time, and thought it was so beautiful.

Only two days had passed since she asked Tutu for help, but Muguo's situation had changed dramatically. Now she no longer had to use Mr. Lich's emotion ball, but the atmosphere in the tribe was particularly good, as if there was hope all of a sudden.

She ran to the water level to look at the mark. The water level was lower again, and she felt more confident.

Back inside, there were more than 30 people crowded together inside to avoid the rain. The main room and the side rooms were packed with people, and even the kitchen was crowded.

The clan leader had already learned that there was a new house, and after discussing with Muguo, he planned to assign several teenagers to it. After all, the small house did not have a kang, and young children had strong firepower. It was not too cold in the rainy season, so a few animal skins would be enough.

A few days ago, my mother gave birth to a little red sister. She was a little weak and needed to rest for a while. The kang was very warm. My mother half leaned on the animal skin roll and watched Muguo and the tribe leader chatting.

The clan leader is Muguo's aunt by blood. After the sudden appearance of the house, she discussed everything with her. The clan leader was discussing food with her.

"This bag looks a bit like shelled millet, but a little bigger," the old patriarch held a little in his hand and sniffed it carefully.

"This is rice. You can cook it directly with water, or you can add meat, vegetables and fruits." In fact, Tutu told her many ways to cook rice. However, her tribe lacked everything, so she could only cook porridge for the time being. In addition, Tutu emphasized to her that she could not drink raw water, so cooking porridge was the most convenient way to replenish energy and water.

"Do we also need to add water to and boil these bags of wheat flour?" The patriarch looked at the bags of snow-white wheat flour.

Muguo knew from chatting with Tutu before that wheat flour is the main material for making snow-white and soft steamed buns, smooth and chewy noodles, and crispy fried cakes. She had been craving for it for a long time, otherwise she wouldn't have picked meal times every time she chatted with Tutu. But the problem was still the lack of materials, tools, and energy. Now it was more practical to cook noodle paste.

The patriarch took a wooden bowl of flour and cooked porridge. The patriarch had to make the porridge himself to understand how long these food could sustain the entire tribe.

When they found that a wooden bowl of flour could cook half a pot of not-too-thin porridge, the onlookers were very excited. Someone took the lead and started to kowtow to Muguo again. She was a little helpless as this situation had happened many times in the past few days.

Tutu didn’t know Muguo’s helplessness. She didn’t go home. She planned to go to the bottom of the cliff to check. After all, her shelves were out of stock.

As soon as we arrived at the destination, snowflakes began to fall from the sky again. The quiet mountain village was lifeless.

Tutu carefully observed each house. After a snowy night, the old houses in the village became even more dilapidated. There was even a house that was in a similar condition to the small shabby house that was sold before. It had completely collapsed. These were all wasted points.

But the disappearance of a small house is insignificant and can be explained as being collapsed by snow. It is impossible for all the houses in a village to disappear for no reason.

This side of the cliff is actually a gathering place for old houses in the village. Most of them are built before the 1970s, and the age of the houses is at least 50 or 60 years.

Tutu racked his brains but couldn't think of a solution. He just squatted there holding his head, like a little mushroom.

"Tutu, why are you here?" The loud voice behind him scared Tutu so much that he jumped up.

It turned out to be the village chief, Sixth Grandpa, who was her cousin, within the fifth degree of mourning. He came over carrying a sign and hung the sign with a downward arrow on a tree at the intersection.

"Why are you here?" Tutu asked in a low voice.

"We need an excavator to demolish this area, and someone will come to estimate the price later."

"It's so fast, and it costs money," Tutu felt distressed.

"It will cost a lot. Old houses are easy to demolish, so the price is probably not expensive. But we still have to transport the construction waste, which will cost a lot, probably tens of thousands. We need to see the estimates of several companies."

Sixth Grandpa was a frugal old man who still smoked a pipe. It was a cold day, smoke was coming out of his nostrils, and the old man looked sad.

Tutu waited with Sixth Grandpa and lied that he came back to ask Second Grandpa for a pumpkin and just strolled here.

After a while, three middle-aged men came. They were the estimators from three teams. Two of them quoted 90,000 yuan for all-inclusive, and one quoted 60,000 yuan without transportation.

Sixth Grandpa said he would go back to discuss it and send them away, then he took Tutu back to the village.

Tutu was taken to Sixth Grandfather's house, where half a sack of peanuts was filled for her. "We planted a lot of peanuts this year, you can take some home to eat. You love peanut butter, but there's no market to grind it recently, so ask your dad to take it to the market to grind it for you."

Tutu was a little embarrassed. Every time she returned to the village, she would eat and take things. After thanking Sixth Grandpa, she hinted at the demolition of the old house.

“It costs so much to demolish the old house, who will pay?”

"Last year, we opened a temple to worship our ancestors, and several bosses donated some money."

“What will you do with that piece of land after you demolish it?”

"The village collective plans to build homestays and farmhouses to earn some money for the elderly to spend as pocket money."

There is a valley over there, with beautiful views to be seen. There are mountains all around, which can block the modern scenery. It is like a paradise. It is not far from the city. It is a good idea to raise some free-range chickens and open a farmhouse. After climbing the mountain, you will be tired and hungry, and consumption will increase. It should be possible. There are few people living over there, and there is no need to compensate much money for the replacement of the homestead land here.

But Tutu still covets this old house. Her career as a dimensional merchant will not be cut off just like that.

"Sixth Grandpa, do you think there is anyone willing to demolish our old house for free?" Tutu asked tentatively.

"Do you think they are stupid? Excavators, labor, fleets, and drivers, don't they need money?" Sixth Grandpa thought Tutu was still a child with wild imagination.

Tutu's brain was working rapidly, "I know someone who can charge less money."

Sixth Grandpa looked skeptical, but he felt that Tutu had just graduated and was working and wanted to do something big, so he didn't stop her from talking.

Tutu continued, "When I participated in the event, I met several friends who knew how to use excavators and drive cars. I asked them to come to our beach for a trip and ask them to help us."

“There are no excavators or construction vehicles either,” Sixth Grandpa frowned.

"You can rent it. The price of renting the car alone is definitely lower than the price quoted by their engineering team. Labor costs are the most expensive now." Tutu continued to deceive.

Sixth Grandpa is old and thinks that young people have seen the world, have many friends, and have more ways to go.

However, I am a little unsure, but I still think that I should support the child. After all, the child wants to do something practical. If Tutu fails, he can ask the engineering team to come again.

Anyway, it's just a matter of waiting for a while. It's winter now, so it's hard to start construction even if the demolition is completed. So he can wait until spring, and there's plenty of time.

Tutu was so guilty that he was about to break out in a cold sweat. He said he would go back to contact someone and ran away with the peanuts.

Foodies are so honest that even if they break out in cold sweats out of guilt, they still don’t forget to take the food away.

After Tutu got home, he thought over and over whether there were any loopholes. First of all, no one must see it, so it would be best to do it at night when the elderly in the village go to bed early, reducing the risk of exposure. It must be done as soon as possible, before his parents come back.

Then there is the question of whether she needs help. But she has been studying and working outside for so many years, and no one can say whether she knows the relevant people.

Another reason is that we have to conceal our work from others. If we say that we are working at night, wouldn’t it be unreasonable to say that we are working at night?

Finally, what should we do with the deep, well-formed pits at the foundation after the house was taken away? The edges of the pits seemed to have been measured and smoothed with a ruler, and they really didn’t look like they could be dug by an excavator. If there were just square pits, it would be hard to explain.

Tutu pondered until it was dark, and finally decided to go there a few nights later. Opportunities are rare and will never come back.

Moreover, if someone comes to help under the pretext of something happening, theoretically it won't be here very soon, so waiting a few days would be more reasonable.

She estimated that if all the old houses were sold, she would be able to pay off the loan with the plane system and still have a balance. Although it might not be easy to sell them, at least they would be inventory.

She has been studying the system's built-in functions these days and found some interesting things. She plans to try them out in a few days.