Chapter 300 Old Li
Chapter 300 Old Li
Lin Qingyan and Ye Yi were strolling around slowly.
When they reached the gate of the compound, the old lady who had shown them the way was still sitting there. When she saw them coming,
I asked, "Have you found Lao Li?"
Only then did Lin Qingyan realize that the old lady's surname was Li. She walked forward with a smile and squatted down next to the old lady.
"Yes, I found it, Auntie. Are you sewing shoe soles? Your soles are really good."
In this era, shoes were made of rags or old clothes. First, the shoe pattern was cut out of paper, and then pieces of old clothes were cut to match the shoe pattern.
Put them layer by layer and sew them together stitch by stitch. This is also called thousand-layer sole. Nowadays, this kind of thousand-layer sole is all handmade, unlike the later ones which are all made by machines.
"Yes, my little grandson's feet are growing too fast, and he likes to play outside, so his shoes are not big enough for him."
The old lady was talking without stopping her hands from moving.
"Auntie, there are so many people at home, why is he alone?"
"Old Li? He's also a strong-willed man. He has a son and a daughter. Both of them are married and have their own families. He usually lives here alone."
The old lady motioned for Lin Qingyan and Ye Yi to sit down and chat.
"Then why doesn't he live with his son?"
"His son's company allocated him a house, which is not big. His son and daughter only come over during holidays, not on weekdays.
It is said that the last time he was hospitalized due to illness, it was the swill collector who found something wrong with his house and came to climb over the wall to get in. When they found him, he was lying on the ground, and his body was said to be cold.
"what?"
Lin Qingyan and Ye Yi exclaimed at the right time.
Seeing that Lin Qingyan and the others were interested, the old lady became even more excited.
"It is said that when he was sent to the hospital, it took a long time to save him. His sons, daughters-in-law, and sons-in-law were fighting over his property before they knew for sure whether he was dead or not."
The old lady was afraid that they would not believe her, so she added:
"That's what the people on the street who took him to the hospital said. It's true."
"Has his house been divided among his son and daughter?"
"No, I don't know if he knew about it. After he was discharged from the hospital, both of his children went back home on the pretext of going to work.
Send him back alone without anyone to take care of him."
At the end of her speech, the old lady sighed,
"His children are so heartless that they are just waiting for him to die and divide his property. Fortunately, Mr. Li did not transfer the house and shop to his children before.
If the property had been transferred before, he might not even have a place to live before his death. That would be too heartless."
After Lin Qingyan learned the information she wanted, she did not stay long and went back with Ye Yi.
"Are you really planning to buy both the house and the shop?" Ye Yi couldn't help but ask as they walked on the road.
"Well, I plan to buy it. If my brother also passes the exam to live in Beijing, my parents will probably live in Beijing in their old age. If they have a house here, they will be happier."
Lin Qingyan thought of her family and the expression on her face softened.
"Aren't you worried that the elderly's children will come and cause trouble?"
Ye Yi felt that the pair of children might not get along well with each other.
"As long as there is no dispute over the homeowner's house and I am doing business normally, they have no reason to come to me. If they really come, then I can only let the police handle it."
Lin Qingyan hates such unfilial children.
"Will there be no disputes over the house?"
"I'll go to the Housing Authority later to see if they can check it. If they don't, I'll ask Yizhou to help check it out."
Lin Qingyan and Ye Yi went to the Housing Management Office and wanted to inquire about the owner's information without any transaction, which was definitely not allowed.
On the way back, Lin Qingyan could only find a public phone to call Gu Yizhou and ask him to help check the landlord's information.
Gu Yizhou checked very quickly, and when Lin Qingyan and Ye Yi returned to the photo studio, they happened to meet the person who was sent to deliver the message.
There is only one owner of the house, the old man. None of his children are registered at that place. So the house and the shop are easy to deal with. All you have to do is buy them.
Lin Qingyan thanked the person who sent the message.
Wang Lanlan saw Lin Qingyan and the others coming back but standing at the door, so she came out and asked:
"What's wrong? Why don't you come in? Have you found a suitable shop today?"
"There is a suitable shop, but they only sell, not rent." Ye Yi walked in first.
"Not renting? How much do you want to sell the shop for?"
"Fifteen thousand!"
"What? So expensive? What kind of shop would sell things so expensively?" Wang Lanlan covered her chest exaggeratedly.
"I was thinking that if the price was not too high, we could just pool our money together and buy it directly, so we wouldn't have to rent it. I didn't expect it to be sold for 15,000. At this price, when will I be able to afford a house?"
Wang Lanlan wailed exaggeratedly, and her wailing also expressed Ye Yi's thoughts. She had been worrying in her heart for a long time, wondering when she would be able to afford to buy a house.
"So what should we do now? Keep looking?"
Xu Jianshan listened to the two people wailing, looked at Lin Qingyan and asked.
"I plan to buy it myself and then rent it to a photo studio at the market price."
Lin Qingyan told her friends about her decision.
"You buy it yourself? You buy it with your own money? If it's not enough, I have some here."
Xu Jianshan stretched out his hand to take out money, but was stopped by Lin Qingyan.
"I'll figure out the money issue. I'll take care of it tomorrow. As for the other branch,
Ye Yi, you stay in the store tomorrow, and Wang Lanlan and Xu Jianshan will go and see if there is a suitable shop."
Several people had no objection. After Lin Qingyan finished washing that night, she entered the space. During this period of time, she would only enter the space to work on weekend nights.
Looking at the fresh fruits and vegetables in the space, they can only be delivered to Zhou Limei once a week.
In the 70s, she didn't dare to take things out of the space at will. Suddenly she felt a little sorry for this space and she sighed.
She decided to go to school as a day student next semester instead of living on campus, so that she would have time to work in the space.
Lin Qingyan slowly walked to the corner, where she planted wild ginseng transplanted from the mountains. Whenever she entered the space, she would water them.
I don’t know when, a few small ginsengs actually grew next to these transplanted ginsengs. Although they are called small ginsengs, they are actually not small, they are just smaller than the first two.
Looking at the ginseng that was the size of a radish, Lin Qingyan was very moved.
There are so many good things in her space. It seems that she still needs to create a piece of land and grow some fruits and vegetables, so that at least she can take out food openly.
She now grows some vegetables in the vacant space in the backyard of the house, but the space is small and they can only eat what they want.
While watering the other vegetables, Lin Qingyan sorted out the fruits and vegetables to be sent to Zhou Limei tomorrow, loaded them into the car, and waited to deliver them tomorrow morning before returning to the house to rest.
The next morning, I went to deliver the goods to Zhou Limei to the warehouse.
After taking the things that were mailed to Zhou Limei from the warehouse back to the space and putting them away.
Then he walked to the corner of the yard again and dug out a medium-sized ginseng from the ginseng patch.
Put it in the box, take it out of the space, take a bag, put the ginseng in the bag, and walk towards the old man's house.
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