Chapter 151 Moving Into a New House
Six hundred taels of silver can buy a big four-bedroom house with front and back yards in Xiaoyuan Town, but in Beijing, it is only enough to buy an old house that has been abandoned for nearly ten years in Ninghe Lane, with two bedrooms and a kitchen. In the courtyard, the courtyard is also pitifully small.
Looking at the desolate and dilapidated house in front of him, Yuan Hao let out a long sigh, he really missed his big house in Xipo Village, the green brick and tile house, spacious and bright, even the wind is sweet.
But here, the eyes are full of decay and dilapidation, and the eyes are dusty and dirty.
"It looks good to me, I can live in after tidying up." Yuan Qiu has always been optimistic, having a house of his own to live in is better than those who wander the streets and suffer from hunger and cold, or look at the landlord's eyes every day, right?
Now that it's here, it's safe, Yuan Hao thought of what his sister said, and swept away the haze in his heart, rolled up his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Then let's start, we have to pack it up before the sun goes down."
The siblings have been busy for a while, wiping the tables, chairs, beds and benches in the house, cleaning the accumulated cobwebs and thick dust, clearing out the unused waste from the house, and tidying up the messy yard. They have been busy until evening.
It is always easy to get hungry after doing physical work. Yuan Hao was so hungry that his chest was stuck to his back, his stomach was growling, but he was too embarrassed to say it, so he just kept drinking water.
Yuan Qiu saw that many utensils in the kitchen were unusable, and there were no cooking materials, so he proposed to go out to eat, and Yuan Hao immediately responded, put down the things in his hands, and rushed to the gate of the courtyard to wait for Yuan Qiu.
Yuan Qiu laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten up, this kid is so cute.
Ninghe Lane is not very big, but there is a small street that runs across the entire Ninghe Lane. The length of the small street is only six to seven hundred meters by visual estimation.
In such a small street, it is full of shops. Needless to say, there are the most food sellers. There are also cotton sellers, butcher shops, pastry shops, wine shops and cooked vegetable shops, all kinds of things that can be used in life. Everything is here.
This is like a poor man's market, there are no high-end items, only the necessities of life, and the selling price is naturally cheaper than the shops outside.
The rich don't want to come here, and the poor can't afford to buy things outside. They live in their own world, as if they don't belong to this prosperous capital city, and it seems that this city has forgotten them.
The two brothers and sisters held a tooth festival at a small noodle restaurant not far from home. They each ordered a bowl of beef noodles and a plate of meat buns.
Not to mention, the shop is small and dilapidated, but the craftsmanship of the shop is no worse than that of the chefs in restaurants outside. The soup is rich and fragrant, the noodles are chewy, and the meat is thick. It can be described as a rare conscientious business.
Yuan Qiu herself is very good at cooking, so she won't praise others easily, because she seldom eats something that makes her feel praising, but for today's bowl of beef noodles, she sincerely gave a thumbs up to the old woman who owns the shop : "Ma'am, your craftsmanship is extraordinary! It's really delicious."
When the aunt heard someone praise her, she smiled from ear to ear, waved her hands and said: "Young people are sweet-mouthed, huh, this is the tiger skin egg just made, take it and taste it." The aunt said and brought a small The dish came over, and there were two steaming yellow tiger eggs in the small dish, which looked very attractive.
"Thank you very much. You have enough noodles. We are all full. Let's take the buns and tiger eggs home and eat them later."
The aunt hurriedly took out a piece of butter paper and quickly wrapped the buns and tiger skin eggs in it: "Look at your faces, do you live in Ninghe Lane?"