A chill ran down Sang Ye's spine, and he tried to fool around with a silly smile: "Brother, do you have any ideas? Just tell me, I'll do it, you don't have to do it, I'll do all the heavy work."

Sang Bao chuckled: "I think... I'll take out another test paper."

Mulberry leaves... Brother Dog, I don’t want it anymore, I don’t want it anymore, it’s so annoying.

At noon, Sang Dazhuang hurriedly came back and said that Qinglian had gone to see the child. The son, who was in his forties, looked exactly the same as when she met the gangster. There was no doubt that he was the child of her.

When the gangster learned that a large family had nothing to pay for and was unwilling to have a child from a relative or friend, so as not to involve too much in the future, he wanted to buy one from outside.

So as soon as his son was born, he sold it and used the money from the sale to gamble. It was not far away, in the imperial capital, so it was easy to find it.

Qinglian has been looking for him herself over the years, but she couldn't find him because she didn't have any connections, and with her status, she didn't have anyone to help her, so it was very difficult to find him.

In addition, the wealthy family suffered a disaster not long after they bought the child. The head of the wealthy family died, and the property was divided among relatives and friends. No one cared about a child bought from outside, and naturally no one knew the child's life or death.

The child was actually very lucky. He was thrown outside the city. After going through several hands, he was finally adopted by an ordinary family in the city. Although he had lived in poverty these past few years, he was lucky to have a good life.

When I got there today and saw someone, Qinglian didn't say anything at the time. After taking a look at her from a distance, she said she would go back and go through the house procedures.

If Sang Dazhuang and others didn't ask her why she didn't recognize each other, it was their business and their goal was just the house.

The price has been negotiated, and the house is no longer usable. What we bought is actually a piece of land, and the asking price is 10,000.

Whether it's expensive or not, after all, the location and prospects are there. If you have a little bit of brains, you won't sell it if you don't encounter any problems.

It's not cheap either. How many people can afford 10,000 yuan these days?

It can only be said that Sang Dazhuang is lucky and capable.

If you spend 10,000 yuan to buy a house, you will have to spend at least 4,000 to 5,000 yuan to build it.

In an unfamiliar imperial capital, materials and labor are expensive. If Li Gan hadn't been there, it would have been even more expensive.

Sang Dazhuang took the money and ran away. He was really busy. He had to build a house before school started.

Yuzhi felt sorry for the man and decided to stew two dried fish at night.

Opposite the Imperial University, at the entrance of Huangjiao Alley, Wan Zhanping was still sitting under the Huangjiao tree. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he watched the workers moving in and out to move materials and clean up waste. The familiar strong bear was directing inside.

I really let this kid take it down. Tsk, I didn’t realize that a rough guy from the countryside has some skills, but he has to be guarded.

Sang Dazhuang held a steamed bun in his mouth and instructed the workers how to put the materials. These things were made with great effort and there was no need to be careless.

By the way, he walked over to the old man and stuffed a steamed bun for him. His movements were very familiar and he didn't treat the old man as an outsider at all: "Old man, if you eat my steamed bun, you have to help me watch more. Anyway, you have free time."

To be idle is to be idle."

"Also, those Meng family members are here. Just give me a shout. Don't worry, you old arms and legs. I won't let you go up and fight with others. Just give me a shout so that I don't beat you wrongly.

people."

Wan Zhanping didn't eat the steamed buns, nor did he throw them away. He was so angry that he was breathing heavily. This was the first time in his old age that he had encountered such an rude brat.

"You, you, you, you little bastard, who do you think I am? Why should I show you the place? You just want me to do things for you. I'm going to blind you." His gray beard curled up.
Chapter completed!