A time-travel story of a peasant girl getting rich

Selling the house, why?

"Why are you selling it now?" Wang was reluctant to do so. This was the first house that belonged to her and she had deep feelings for it.

Lin Dashan nodded. He was reluctant to sell the house.

"Dad, Mom, believe it or not, if you don't sell it, the old mansion will come to ask you for the house soon. We live on the farm and it's impossible for us to come back. We don't even want to lend the empty house to brothers. If we say this out, what will people say about us?"

She knew how much ancient people valued reputation and how important reputation was to people.

The couple looked at each other and saw reluctance in each other's eyes.

"If this house is not occupied for a long time, it will soon fall into disrepair. This is the house our father built, and it's better for someone to live in it. What's the point of leaving it abandoned? Instead of giving it to the old mansion later, it's better to sell it to Uncle Fuyou now. Firstly, our family can get some money back, and secondly, Uncle Fuyou will definitely take good care of the house. Besides, he put a lot of effort into building this house."

"Will your grandfather really ask me for a house?"

"What do you think? Third uncle and fourth uncle don't have a house yet! If grandpa asks you for it, should we give it to him or not? Dad, I'm afraid we will be in a passive position when the time comes."

So, they couldn't keep the house anyway? Lin Dashan was depressed. He couldn't make the decision in his own home?

"If we sell it, your grandfather will..." Wang was afraid that the old man would get angry and it would be difficult to deal with.

"Didn't Master tell me yet? We don't know that he wants to give it to the uncles! It's already been sold. If Master wants to buy it himself, he can just go find the rich uncle and buy it." Anyway, she doesn't want to let anyone get a good deal and doesn't want to let those people in the old house get a good deal.

"Okay! I'll go find Fuyou."

Lin Dashan thought about what Lao Zhai had done during this period, slapped his thigh, stood up and went out.

"Why can't we even keep our own house?" Wang murmured.

"Mom, it's not that we can't keep it. I just don't want to quarrel with the people who live in the old house, and I also want to help Uncle Fuyou. If we sell it to them, they will be grateful to us, but if we give it to them as a gift, they may think that the house we give them is shabby. In the future, we can't come back to live here. We are not used to living in the manor, but don't we have houses in the city? Which one is better than this! Anyway, we will not go back to Linjia Village, and it will be troublesome to keep it if we don't sell it."

If she were asked, she could just sell the land that was divided up, so as to save the trouble of spring ploughing and autumn harvesting for such a small piece of land. But she knew her parents would definitely not agree, so she was too lazy to talk nonsense.

Wang thought about it and it was true. Anyway, their family would not live there, so it would be a pity to leave it empty. Moreover, she really didn't want the old Lin family to take advantage of her. It was rare for her daughter to wear good clothes, but they wanted to strip them. What a piece of shit!

The rich family is very good. Last time when I harvested mushrooms, I gave them an extra 1 or 2 silver coins for my hard-earned money, but they refused to take it. The family really has no place to live. Didn't the old mansion slander them everywhere, saying that they even took the money of their own family and were evil-hearted? They slandered them for their own good. It's better to give it to anyone than to those who have no conscience.

Besides, it is given to my second grandfather's family, who are also close relatives, so it is not a bargain for outsiders.

Wang, who had figured it out, was no longer reluctant to leave, and was filled with joy at moving into a new home. Such a nice house would be her home from now on! She had never thought in her life that she could live in such a nice house.

Lin Fuyou never dreamed that Uncle Dashan would sell him the house. He helped build the house and knew how good the materials were. Even the two rough-finished houses were half brick walls, the upper part was adobe, and the roof was tiled.

"Five taels of silver, plus the foundation. If you want it, we'll go transfer the ownership in a few days."

5 taels, that's like giving the house to him. How can this be possible?

He had no say in the matter, so he quickly called his father and grandfather, and the two families negotiated with each other, and finally bought the house for 7 taels of silver. Lin Fuyou's father only had 3 taels, and he had to owe the other 4 taels first.

Lin Dashan felt emotional, look, this is the difference, others are afraid of taking advantage of him, while his father is afraid that he has some hidden treasures.

Knowing that Lin Dashan sold the house for 7 taels, Wang secretly calculated how much money her family had lost.

"Dad, Mom, let's not move these furniture. Leave them to Uncle Fuyou. The ones in the farm are better. And the pots and pans in the kitchen, I believe Uncle Fuyou won't mind them, so leave them all."

Knowing that he still owed his family 7 taels out of 4 taels, he knew that if they moved out, he would have no money to buy furniture. Forget it, just do it as a good deed and keep all the useless things.

They took nothing with them except their family's clothes, quilts, mule cart, chickens, and money. They moved into the whole house with their luggage, even leaving behind the oil, salt, sauce, and vinegar in the jars. They also took half a bag of rice, a few pounds of flour, vegetables, and pickled meat, and left half.

Xiaomi felt that she was a bit saintly. Maybe it was because she had lived in the Lin family for a few years and had known the hardships of the lower-class people and had empathy for them.

Guan Zhuangtou drove a mule cart with two people to pick up the master in person. He helped to load the luggage onto the cart, and then drove to the village with his family.

Lin Dashan specially sent someone to deliver the key to Lin Fuyou's house and told him to go there and clean up today, fearing that the things in the kitchen would rot if no one was there.

Because they didn't know how much stuff Lin Dashan had to move, the village head drove five mule carts into the village. This caused quite a stir.

"Where are we going? Why are there so many mule carts?"

"Who knows? This is in the direction of the Dashan family, right?"

"It seems so! Who is this noble person that Lin Dashan has met again?"

Only a few people knew about his possession of the manor, and no one told anyone else. Now that he had moved, no one knew about it except the old house.

"I don't know what kind of luck Lin Dashan has. Ever since the family split, he's become a different person and has become rich all of a sudden!"

"I never realized before that he was actually capable."

"Of course, we work hard every day, what can we know?"

"That's right, do you think the Lin family regrets it?"

"I'm sure they'll regret it to death, especially that old woman Li. Who knows how much she hates him behind his back!"

"That's right. You tortured Wang like that, and you're not afraid of retribution!"

"The old man is also confused!"

"If there is a stepmother, there must be a stepfather!"

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At the farm, the two servants guarding the door opened the door early to welcome the master.

In the morning, the women cleaned the house. There were heated walls in the house, but no kang, but a beautiful step-out bed. Now, mosquito nets were hung and new bedding was laid.

These were prepared by Guan Zhuangtou after consulting Lin Dashan and going into the city.

"Master, Madam, please come in!"

Guan Zhuangtou welcomed the family into the house. The three-story house was antique, with an exquisite garden, rockery, and lush trees.

Guan Zhuangtou took them on a tour. The first thing they saw was the reception room, the main hall, the study, several side rooms, a small hall, and a garden in the middle of the yard with several tall pine trees.

The second courtyard was their bedroom, the main hall for the women to meet guests, the study, and the wing rooms. The layout here was obviously more exquisite than the front yard. The village head did not go in, and his wife led the way.

In the main room, the long desk, chairs, round tables, etc. are all mahogany furniture with exquisite carvings, and two large green porcelain vases with fresh flowers in them.

"Madam, Miss, this is your bedroom." She opened the door, lowered her head, and stood respectfully at the door.

"Wow, is this a step-out bed?"

Xiaomi cried out in surprise. She had only seen this bed in a museum before.