Mind reading, taking the rental house through the whole village crying

In ancient times, brokers were equivalent to modern real estate sales.

His mouth talks like a clapper.

I don't listen to what you say.

But every word he said touched Zhang Jinlan's heart.

Anyone who is not stupid should know how good the location of this shop is.

What’s more, you can just rent a shop and put up a few tables and start selling directly.

There are ready-made pots, pans, and utensils in the kitchen.

The pot was built into the stove and could not be taken down, and the bowls and chopsticks were left over from the previous family.

The same goes for basins.

There was even a tank full of sewage in the backyard.

Just wash it and you can use it.

“Can the price really not go any lower?”

Zhang Jinlan looked at the backyard reluctantly, fearing that after leaving this time, she would never find a better place.

"No, the shop owner has emphasized that the price cannot be lowered. If you really want to rent it, I will try to communicate with the shop owner and let you rent it for a few months less. At the beginning, money is tight, I can understand. If the food business does well after renting it, you can renew the lease."

Zhang Jinlan was quite touched by the way the Kongya people seemed to be thinking about her.

"Okay, then go ask first. It would be even better if you can rent it for a month or two. I'll come to town tomorrow and wait for your good news."

"Okay, I'll talk to him nicely, but if the shop owner doesn't agree, then I can't do anything. I can only say, I'll try my best, Auntie."

The people of Kongya knew that the shop owner would definitely not agree.

But he didn't say it.

We always have to give people hope. Maybe when this lady comes again tomorrow, she will have made up her mind to rent the house.

After leaving the shop.

Zhang Jinlan did not follow the broker back to the dental clinic.

It's already noon.

The four of them found a stall selling wontons in Haochi Lane.

Sat down and ordered three bowls of wontons.

"Mom, do you really want to rent that shop? It's too expensive, two taels of silver a month."

Jiang Dahe didn't say anything just now.

It’s not that I didn’t want to interrupt, but I was too shocked to speak.

"I want to rent it, but it's too expensive. I'll go back and ask your father. If he agrees, and Kong Ya negotiates with the shop owner for a short-term lease, I'll rent it. If it's still for half a year, forget it. It's too long. If the food business doesn't last long, I'll lose everything."

I have been farming for my whole life.

Even though I knew that my granddaughter had the help of immortals.

Zhang Jinlan has no confidence in herself either.

"Grandma will definitely not lose money. Grandma will make a lot of money."

Jiang Fubao sat on a stool, swinging his calves and encouraging Zhang Jinlan.

"Okay, okay, with Fubao, the lucky little star, here, grandma will definitely be able to make a lot of money. Okay, let's eat wontons."

As he was talking, the stall owner came over with three bowls of wontons.

Zhang Jinlan asked the stall owner for a small bowl and a spoon.

She scooped some wontons from her bowl and put them in her granddaughter's small bowl.

I was afraid that my granddaughter would get burned, so I blew it for two or three minutes.

Jiang Fubao nodded obediently.

He took the bowl, picked up the spoon and started eating.

Although the wontons were blown by grandma, they were still a little hot. Jiang Fubao could only put the wontons down and drink some soup first.

Even though there is no MSG, the soup is very delicious.

It tastes like pork bones.

But it feels like drinking chicken soup.

I'm afraid it's a soup made from chicken and pork bones.

What a clever idea! No wonder there are several wonton stalls here, but this one has the best business.

Six tables, all full.

After lunch.

The four of them arrived at the entrance of Sanshan Academy on Youran Street.

Jiang Tongmu studied here.

The school door was closed.

Jiang Yahe walked over and knocked on the door.

Soon, a silver-haired old man came to open the door.

"Who are you looking for?" Although the old man had a head full of white hair, his eyes were not cloudy.

He asked in a loud voice.

"My son is studying here. His name is Jiang Tongmu. He has just started his primary education. Please help me call him out and tell him that his family is here to see him."

Jiang Dahe bent down while speaking.

The attitude is very good.

The contrast between his behavior and appearance makes him seem a little funny.

"Okay, you wait here."

The old man didn't make things difficult for him.

He left a few words, closed the door and went to call for help.

After waiting for a quarter of an hour, Jiang Tongmu finally came out of the school.

just.

Jiang Fubao frowned.

Why are there bruises on second brother’s face and his clothes are torn? Did he have a fight with someone?

"Hey, what happened? Why is there a bruise on your face? Did you have a fight with someone in school?"

Zhang Jinlan walked forward with a distressed look on her grandson's face, looking left and right.

"Were you bullied? Fighting is fine, but your clothes were torn. You should study hard in school!"

Jiang Dahao definitely understands his own son.

He spoke to Jiang Tongmu in a calm voice.

"Grandma, Dad, I'm fine. I was just playing around. My clothes got caught on a branch by accident and got torn. I also fell on my face."

Jiang Tongmu lowered his head.

He looked at the ground with complicated eyes.

He was indeed beaten.

And it was a group fight.

Just because he was wearing clothes full of patches, those people thought he was poor and easy to bully, so they verbally provoked him from time to time. But even clay men have tempers. Jiang Tongmu retorted today, and the next second, he was surrounded and beaten by five people.

Fortunately, the teacher came quickly.

These people ran away, and the teacher did not pay much attention to them. He just told them not to cause trouble and left.

Jiang Tongmu didn't plan to tell his family about this.

Those who beat him were either the only sons of wealthy merchants or those whose ancestors had passed the imperial examinations. No one in his family could defeat them.

He didn't want to cause trouble at home.

"What a coincidence. Grandma brought you a new set of clothes. You wear them first. There are two more sets being made. Come, change your clothes. This coat is torn. Grandma will take it home and mend it for you. From now on, you can wear these patched clothes at home. People always flatter the powerful and look down on the weak.

Be patient for now. We are here to learn how to read. We are not the same kind of people as them. If someone bullies you, just ignore them and they will find it meaningless. Of course, if they really hit you, you must tell the teacher and your family. Even if I report it to the county government, I will make these bastards apologize to you."

Scholars, farmers, merchants and artisans have always had literal meanings.

It's clear to everyone.

Those who live at the bottom of the society are always farmers.

Anyone can step on it.

Zhang Jinlan is not stupid.

Judging from the look of his grandson, he must have been bullied.

She was angry but didn't dare to express it.

No one who can go to school is poor.

The reason their family was able to send Tongmu to school was because of their granddaughter.

If my grandson has no books to read, I will have to return to Jiangjia Village to farm.

Just be patient, I will stop reading after my grandson finishes his elementary education.

"It's okay, grandma. No one is bullying me. We were just playing around. It's really okay. Grandma, you made this dress so well. You didn't even measure my size, but it fits me so well. Look, it's a perfect fit."