Cheng Li has his own quirk. The house he lives in must be built by himself from beginning to end, so that he can feel at ease. Otherwise, he will always think of what happened in London when he was ten years old.
"...It wouldn't be bad to buy a piece of land and build a small mansion." Cheng Li said, "Let's just forget about it."
After hearing this, Yun Qiao agreed very much: "What I bought is naturally not as good as what I built myself."
She told Cheng Li that the current land price was too high.
"There have been several wars in the north, and many people have had to flee. In addition, with the newly built bridge across the river, there is no cheap land in the east and west of Yancheng." Yun Qiao lamented.
Compared with the north, where caravans run rampant and wars continue, the south is relatively stable.
The concession avoided the disaster to a certain extent, but the one who maintained the situation in the south was the Qinggang. The Qinggang had a solid foundation from the time it made its fortune. It was engaged in gold and silver mining and did not live by robbing homes.
The Qing Gang doesn't do this, so naturally it doesn't allow others to do this. There are relatively few banditry in the south.
The wealthy people from the north brought their gold and silver to settle here.
Politicians and businessmen have the most sensitive noses, and they quickly sensed the value of land. As a result, the price of land has increased every day in the past two years, making Yun Qiao very regretful that he only bought such a small place as a small mansion.
In comparison, Uncle Qian is much more powerful. Uncle Qian owns a lot of land on the east bank of the river. Now he is very profitable just by doing this alone.
"You should buy more." Yun Qiao said.
Cheng Li: "Don't regret what you didn't get."
Yun Qiao heard this and was deeply convinced.
She and Aunt Qian accompanied Cheng Li out to rent a house. After running around for a whole day, Yun Qiao's legs were almost tired and thin, and Cheng Li still hadn't found anything he was satisfied with.
"I really didn't expect, second brother, that you are so picky." Yun Qiao said.
There is a house that Yun Qiao thinks is very good, almost perfect. The only bad thing is that the rent is relatively expensive, but this is not difficult for Cheng Li.
But Cheng Li didn't let go.
After walking out, Cheng Licai said: "The owner of this house is religious, and there are pictures of angels on the colorful glass."
"Isn't this good, to ward off evil spirits?" Aunt Qian said.
Aunt Qian is a very standard Chinese belief: if you can keep me safe, I will worship you; if you can't, get out as soon as possible, who cares what your spiritual sustenance is.
Cheng Lize smiled and said, "But I don't believe in religion."
Back at Qian's house, Aunt Qian asked Yun Qiao to stay for dinner, but Yun Qiao ran away. She really didn't want to rent a house with Cheng Li anymore.
"Second brother, call me after you've rented it. I'll go back first." Yun Qiao said, "By the way, I also prepared a birthday gift for you. Treat me to dinner on your birthday, and I'll give you a gift."
Cheng Li: "Is it hair embroidery?"
"yes."
He smiled, and there was a certain amount of warmth in his smile, which was brighter and warmer than the spring sunset: "Okay."
Yun Qiao added: "Hurry up and find a room and settle the matter on your birthday, okay?"
Cheng Li: "I'll try my best."
He seemed to have a goal and a deadline, and no longer hesitated to "move to the Nanhua Hotel for half a year", so he quickly settled on a small mansion.
The small mansion is also on the east bank of the river, not far from the bridge, and directly opposite Yunqiao's room.
Renting a house is just the beginning. Cheng Li also needs to protect the house, buy furniture, renovate his bedroom, hire a cook and maid, etc.
Yun Qiao knew he was busy and didn't bother him.
She told Xi Lanting about this.
Xi Lanting recently received a good knife. The blade was sharp and he was wiping it carefully. After hearing this, he scratched the blade with his finger.
Yun Qiao was scared to death: "Uncle Qi!"
She hurriedly looked at Xi Lanting's hand.
Xi Lanting's fingers were all scarlet, and without thinking, Yun Qiao took his fingers into his mouth to stop the bleeding.