When they arrived at the place, Yaren got out of the carriage first and opened the curtain diligently: "Miss Song, Mr. Song, this is it."

Song Xixi helped Song Wufu out of the carriage. What came into view was a spacious and flat road. There were tall trees on both sides of the road. At the end of the trees, there was a house. The area was several times more spacious than the one he just bought in Wutong Lane.

point.

The house is part of a farm and is for sale together with eighty acres of farmland.

While taking his grandfather and grandson to the house, Ya Ren introduced them to the general situation of Zhuangzi: "Eighty acres are top-quality fields. Winter wheat can be grown in winter and rice can be grown in summer. There is a river nearby, and you can directly

Diversion of water for irrigation..."

Song Wufu kept nodding, intending to buy this farm: "It sounds good, but the price may not be cheap, right?"

The tooth man said flatteringly: "It's not cheap for others, but for you it's just a piece of cake. As long as you like it, I'm sure you'll make a lot of money if you buy it!"

Song Wufu chuckled: "How much money can I make from digging in the fields? At most, my family is not short of food."

Song Xixi observed the surrounding environment and saw a village not far away with busy farmers in the fields, so she asked: "Did the eighty acres of land be rented out before, or did the owner hire people to cultivate it?"

Yaren: "Before, it was distributed to the tribe's people. I heard from the owner that it has been taken back. Now the crops in the field still belong to the tribe."

Song Xixi frowned slightly.

It is said that it has been taken back, but the things that have been used for free for decades are probably already their own in the hearts of those tribesmen. Can they willingly spit out the fat in their mouths?

Song Wufu also thought of this, and his interest in the farm was greatly reduced: "Besides this farm, are there any others?"

Yaren was stunned for a moment. Sensing the old man's concerns, he hurriedly persuaded him to stay: "You must first look at the fields and then talk to the owner if you like them. If you miss such a good farm, it will be gone!"

Song Wufu nodded, he had already come, it would not make sense if he didn't take a look.

Arriving in front of the small house, Yaren came up and knocked on the door.

"Who is it?"

A timid voice came from inside, and you knew it was a teenage girl.

Yaren quickly announced his identity, and then the door opened and a small head poked out.

The little girl's facial features are unexpectedly exquisite, with an oval face, fox eyes, a tilted nose, and petal lips, which are enough to predict how beautiful she will be when she grows up.

Seeing the ancestors and grandsons of the Song family, the little girl looked at them twice and seemed to confirm their identities. Then she turned sideways and bowed: "My master is in the house, you can come in."

In just one sentence, he showed his identity.

Looking at the little girl's thin figure, Song Xixi shook her head in her heart: Such a young girl was loved by her parents like jewels, but she went out to work to make money.

It’s not easy to survive these days!

The three of them were taken to the main room, and soon they met Mr. Zou, the owner of the farm.

This Mr. Zou is a prodigal son who is famous all over the country. In just five years, he lost all the wealth earned by his ancestors and made his own father angry to death.

Mr. Zou was so depressed that he was about to sell his only ancestral property. When he saw the Song family's ancestors and grandsons in ordinary clothes, he still showed a condescending attitude: "The price of my farm is 1,800 taels, and I won't sell it for a penny less.

Can you afford it?"

Song Xixi felt unhappy and pulled Song Wufu away: "Grandpa, there is more than one farm, let's go see the others."

Song Wufu was also unhappy. He glanced at Mr. Zou and said to Yaren whose expression changed: "Since this family is not sincere, please help me find a sincere seller."

When Yaren got the chance, he naturally would not save the grandfather and grandson for Mr. Zou, and said with a smile: "There happens to be a large farm in the south of the city, with a total area of ​​300 acres, the price is only 2,800 taels, and it also has a big house!

"

Two thousand eight hundred taels?

Song Wufu secretly breathed in, pretending to be calm: "Sure, just watch this!"

Now, it was Mr. Zou's turn to be dumbfounded.

Just as a group of three people were about to lift their legs and leave, a burst of smashing sounds suddenly came from outside the yard: "Open the door, open the door for me quickly, don't blame me for being rude if you don't open the door!"

Song Wufu and Yaren were startled and stood there in confusion.

But Mr. Zou was so frightened that he ran around in the room: "What's going on? Why are they here? It's not that the repayment deadline has not yet come..."

The debt collectors outside had no patience, so they picked up tools and smashed the door: "Zou, I know you are inside. If you want to be a coward and refuse to pay, you have to open your mung bean eyes and see if I agree."

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How could Mr. Zou really let them tear down the door? He hurriedly ordered the little girl who huddled up in fear: "Ya'er, why are you standing there stupidly? Open the door quickly!"

Ya'er didn't dare to disobey his order and went out with trembling legs.

After a while, a group of people swarmed in like locusts.

Seeing Mr. Zou with an apologetic smile on his face, the leading man with a mustache walked over and slapped his fat face insultingly: "You are good at it, you surnamed Zou. How dare you hide in the countryside? What a shame."

It’s so easy to find!”

Mr. Zou was fighting with each other, not daring to be dissatisfied at all: "I didn't hide, how could I dare to hide? This is not to raise money to pay off debts, I sold this farm passed down by my ancestors..."

At this point, for fear that the mustache would not believe it, he suddenly thought and pointed at the Song family's ancestors and grandchildren who had no time to leave: "They, they are the buyers. When they get the money, I will pay it back to you immediately!"

Song Xixi didn't expect that she would be cheated instead. Just when she was about to deny the purchase of the farm, her mustache couldn't wait any longer and strode towards her grandfather and grandson.

He ignored Song Xixi and walked straight to Song Wufu, reaching out to grab his collar: "You damn old man, you dare to cut off your beard, who gave you the courage!"

Before his claws could touch the old man, a small hand stretched out diagonally and clamped his wrist tightly like a vise.

"Ouch——"

The mustache let out a pitiful howl, and the rough sound almost scared the flies that landed on the doorknob to death.

"Brother Sheep!"

A group of thugs rushed up and wanted to attack Song Xixi to save their eldest brother's wrist.

Song Xixi kicked them away with a vicious kick, and looked indifferently at the frightened mustache: "Apologise to my grandfather!"

The mustachioed man swallowed hard and said with a ferocious face: "Damn girl, do you know who I am? If you dare to hurt our brother, don't expect to get any good fruit!"

Song Xixi smiled, raised her left hand and slapped it with a big mouth: "I don't know whether I will get some good fruit, but you will definitely not get any good fruit."

His mustache was whipped all over the place, and Xuemozi made a face: "Bitch, bitch, you dare to go against Yongfa Gambling House, I, my master will never let you go!"

Seeing that he still dared to say harsh words, Song Xixi was ready to give him another blow on his intact right cheek.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised his hand, the mustachioed man knelt down without saying a word: "Auntie, have mercy on me!"

Song Xixi's mouth twitched, and she suddenly felt bored.

Song Wufu shook his head at his granddaughter and whispered: "It's not appropriate to beat them to death. We'll find out their identities first."

Song Xixi didn't want to kill anyone, so she grabbed her mustache wrist a little harder: "I apologize to my grandpa!"

The mustache could bend and stretch, and he knelt down to Song Wufu: "Grandpa Zu, I'm sorry!"

Song Wufu couldn't bear it, so he lowered his face and said, "Don't call me grandpa, I don't have a great-grandson like you!"

Song Xixi let go of her handlebar mustache, turned around and sat on a chair nearby, deciding to finish eating the melon that almost hit her head before leaving.
Chapter completed!