Chapter 121 121 Are You Interested in My House?
Chapter 121 121. Are you interested in my house?
This is really my dear aunt.
Song Tan looked at her: "Aunt, there is a house, why don't you ask my brother to take care of my seventh cousin?"
My aunt's son Zhu Lingqi is not married yet. Even if my aunt has a family background, why can't she have another house?
My aunt said shyly: "How do you know I didn't ask?"
My aunt's little abacus eyes calculated the price thoroughly: my seventh cousin and his wife can move, eat and drink now, and they don't need to take care of him at all. At most, they can visit him every now and then.
If he really gets sick, he and his wife also said that they don't need anyone to spend money. They have medical insurance and savings.
Just in case it is inconvenient in the future, they have to take care of him. But this care, even if they hire a nurse to serve him every day, how much can it cost?
The house that my seventh cousin has now, a new building, can be sold for 8,500 yuan in such a depressed market according to the housing prices in Yuncheng, an 18th-tier city. It can be seen that it has everything, including the school district and the city center.
In addition, the compensation for the demolition of the house is also large, more than 170 square meters... Just say that such a good house, who would think it is too much?
So as soon as my seventh cousin revealed this idea, my eldest aunt quickly recommended herself.
At that time, she was still making pancakes on the stall. My seventh cousin walked by with vegetables. When he smelled the smell, he said to her:
"You are really stupid. I have taught you so many times, but you can't pickle sauerkraut well. You can tell the taste of this cowpea is not right as soon as you smell it."
My eldest aunt would sprinkle some sour cowpeas in her egg pancakes to enhance the flavor, but who has the time to mess with sour cowpeas? They are all bought ready-made.
In fact, my eldest aunt tastes good, but it's a pity that my seventh cousin doesn't like it.
Fortunately, there was no one around, so the sour cowpeas were saved.
The eldest aunt was not angry.
Her current skill of making egg pancakes was also thanks to the guidance of the seventh cousin. So she smiled and said that she didn't have that skill, and then indirectly mentioned to the seventh cousin that his son should take care of him in his old age.
The seventh cousin was also a straightforward man. Hearing this, he raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "You like my house, right?"
The eldest aunt thought there was a chance, and she rubbed her hands with joy:
"Look at what you said, who doesn't want that house? Don't worry, our family can promise you that we will take care of it decently for you."
The seventh cousin didn't believe it.
"You are just one son, and you have two elderly people to take care of. When you get married, you will have children. If you find another only child, there will be two elderly people there... will it be our turn?"
"That's not how it works, uncle."
The eldest aunt is so stubborn: "Aren't we still able to move? We can still be more capable than young people if we clean up later."
Song Tan is curious: "Aunt, I think what you said makes sense. Why doesn't the seventh cousin agree?"
Her eldest aunt's family is really good at managing the family. The eldest uncle doesn't like to talk, but he is honest.
I don't get along with my eldest cousin much, but I don't think he is too unreliable.
Look at how the eldest aunt cleans herself up and looks energetic every day. If the seventh cousin agrees, they can live in the community opposite. It's so convenient.
The eldest aunt sighed:
"In fact, your seventh cousin's excuses are all excuses. He mainly looks down on me.:"
What did the seventh cousin say at that time?
"... Hongmei, I know you are a neat person, but I am old and I just enjoy life."
"You live a frugal life every day, that's not okay, I can't accept it."
Especially when the eldest aunt likes to rush into the vegetable market just before the stalls are about to close and bargain for a bloody price, this thing is particularly unacceptable to the seventh cousin!
He believes that: eating vegetables and meat must be fresh, or of the best quality.
The eldest aunt's life philosophy is incompatible with him.
"Puff!"
Song Tan couldn't help laughing.
Never thought that one day the eldest aunt would be disliked for being too frugal.
The eldest aunt sighed: "I thought about it later, your seventh cousin is still very insightful."
"For example, if I really agreed to serve him, he would go to the big supermarket every day to look at all kinds of imported fruits and vegetables, and he would try anything new."
"Just accompanying him to the supermarket will shorten my life by three years... No, no, we are really not a family."
"So," the eldest aunt said earnestly:
"Tan Tan, you go back and discuss it with your parents. If it really works, I will take you to meet the seventh cousin. You should coax this old man, who is so stubborn."
She also felt a little regretful: "If you take the Chinese astragalus from your home, oh, I guarantee that he will not say anything and will come back with the old lady."
"No hurry, no hurry."
Song Tan was not overwhelmed by the house, and was rational at the moment: "Let's not talk about the fact that I can't offer a high salary here, just say that my seventh cousin is back, where will he live?"
"Besides, I originally wanted to find a chef. My seventh cousin is so old, he can't work anymore, right?"
"You kid!"
The eldest aunt looked at her, and was quite disappointed: "Young man, why are you so stupid? My seventh cousin has an old house, he loves you, and it only takes fifteen to twenty minutes to walk there."
"Besides, who told you that you can't do it at the age of sixty or seventy? People also say that forty or fifty is middle-aged and elderly. Do you think your father is strong enough to use a hoe?"
"Your seventh cousin's physique, I'm not exaggerating, there is absolutely no problem living to the early nineties!"
"This old man is very cheerful and young. Last winter, he was still frying chestnuts at home. Why don't you find a young man in his twenties or thirties to see if he can do it?"
"Besides," Qiao Qiao's figure running around in the rapeseed field was particularly lively through the shadowy bamboos, and the eldest aunt whispered:
"You can ask the seventh cousin to cook and let Qiao Qiao help him, move vegetables, wash vegetables, etc., and the old man will just move the shovel."
"Teach him for another three to five years, ten to twenty years, and Qiao Qiao will be able to cook by himself. If he has a skill, isn't it more reliable than relying on you?"
"It's better to have it yourself than to have it by your father and mother."
"When you get married and live a family in the future, you can't take Qiao Qiao with you wherever you go."
Song Tan never thought about getting married and living a family.
But for Qiao Qiao, it's really good to learn another skill.
Although he can shake honey now and has begun to understand beekeeping, young man, what's the fear of being tired? It's always good to have many skills!
Song Tan quickly waved his hoe and dug a big piece of bamboo shoots from under his feet for his aunt:
"Aunt, you are still the best."
Regarding the matter of hiring a cook, Song Tan was still thinking about how to convince Wu Lan, who was reluctant to pay the salary. But with Qiao Qiao's excuse, I'm afraid that if she said it tonight, she would be urged to talk to her seventh cousin tomorrow.
The aunt looked at the two full baskets of bamboo shoots and was overjoyed at this moment:
"What's the matter! Fat water does not flow to outsiders' fields, I just love my niece's caring appearance. Unlike your uncle's family, there is nothing wrong yet, your aunt is distressed like a thing, she is reluctant to sacrifice the child and can't catch the wolf!"
She looked proud: "Your seventh cousin hasn't spread the wind yet, and I haven't told your uncle at all!"
The last day of August, monthly tickets, let's go! ! !
Regarding the live broadcast, it’s not that I forgot, it’s just that time passed slowly and I haven’t had time to write about it yet…