Chapter 87: The house at the foot of the mountain
Jiang Qingwan, accompanied by her uncle and Jiang Zhixing, went to the foot of the mountain to look at the house.
By this time, some gossipy women had spread the word about today's farce in the Jiang family to almost everyone in Wan Village.
So I met some people from the village on the road, and they looked at her and her brother with sympathy and compassion as they passed by.
There were also a few people who had trouble dealing with the Jiang family. They looked like they were adding insult to injury and tried to strike up a conversation with her, trying to ridicule the Jiang family in a roundabout way.
Jiang Qingwan ignored those malicious glances and held her brother's hand with a cold expression.
When these people saw this little girl passing by them, they seemed to turn a blind eye and ignored them completely.
I'm so angry, this damn girl is ignoring people!
Before Jiang Qingwan and the others could go far, they heard the curses from these people behind them.
"Ah, what the hell! You deserve to be betrayed by that old woman Qian Jinhua!"
"That's right, now she's fine. She's been kicked out of the Jiang family and we'll see how she can support her idiot brother!"
"I don't know what evil the Jiang family has done to have such a fool-like grandson!"
"Da Ya, don't listen to those people's nonsense!" The uncle obviously heard those people's gossip, turned around and comforted, "They just have enough to eat and have nothing to do!"
Seeing the concern in her grandfather's eyes, Jiang Qingwan raised a smile on her lips and nodded obediently to him, "Grandpa, I won't take it to heart!"
After walking for more than ten minutes, Jiang Zhixing led Jiang Qingwan to a dilapidated farmyard at the foot of the mountain.
At first glance, the courtyard is quite large. It is surrounded by an earthen wall more than one meter high, and behind the courtyard is a mountain stretching for hundreds of miles.
The eyes are full of greenery, which makes people feel very good just looking at it.
Wow, if this were in her original world, she would take care of an absolutely perfect pastoral style courtyard and make the children in the city cry.
Jiang Zhixing pointed to the yard in front of him, "Da Ya, this is the house my dad was talking about. This yard was built by Grandpa Zhang and Grandma Zhang. They had no children, so after they passed away a few years ago, the yard returned to the village.
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He pushed open the courtyard door made of wooden strips and introduced the courtyard to Jiang Qingwan, "Grandpa Zhang was a famous carpenter in the village, and his income as a carpenter was one of the best in the village. When he married Grandma Zhang, he specially built a large courtyard.
house."
"If it weren't for the fact that this courtyard is at the foot of a mountain and there are too few people living nearby, otherwise this courtyard would have been robbed by the villagers in the early years."
Jiang Qingwan liked the location of this yard very much as soon as she saw it.
When you enter, you will see three thatched houses with mud walls.
It is estimated that no one has lived in it for a long time. These houses are a bit dilapidated, and the earthen walls of the two small houses next to them have collapsed in half.
The main house in the middle doesn't seem to have any big problems at all. It just needs to be re-roofed with thatch.
Even if this house was just a temporary place to stay, at least it was much better than the woodshed where she lived in the Jiang family.
After she finds a way to earn some positive income later, she will definitely buy this place, then demolish it and build a new house according to her own design.
After all, she really liked this place, and it was far enough away from the village to have less trouble.
Jiang Zhixing quickly went in to take a look at the situation inside the main house, and then came out and asked Jiang Qingwan: "Da Ya, what do you think? If you choose this place, I will find a few people to come and repair the roof of the main house later."
Chapter completed!