Yan Xuehuai sighed, if you can't afford it, rent it.

You can buy a house but you can't rent a house.

They only have mother and daughter, safety first, and a single courtyard is the best. If they can only rent a large courtyard, the neighbors who live together cannot have a second-rate family.

But Yan Xuehuai didn't know that her rental conditions were already very high.

Every inch of land in Beijing is valuable, and there are very few houses that can be rented out in the entire courtyard. Even if there are, they are booked in advance by officials coming to Beijing. How can there be no one who can’t rent it out?

As for the slums, Yan Xuehuai cannot be satisfied. Those who rent in the slums have all kinds of religions and all kinds of straits, not to mention second-rate people, even thieves, are not without them.

Yan Xuehuai's feet hurt so hard that her heart became colder the more she walked. She even thought about taking Li Qiniang to the countryside to buy a piece of land to build a house by herself.

But the world is so chaotic, and places outside Xinjing are even more chaotic. They have built a house and don’t know if they can move in.

Yan Xuehuai stopped and looked at the rows of shops. He felt like he couldn't rent a suitable house, but it was okay to rent a shop.

The shop can do business and live in people!

Yan Xue's confidence increased greatly, and she walked towards the row of shops adjacent to the streets.

As soon as she walked a few steps, she saw a familiar figure.

The familiarity is because she has seen this person in the original owner's memory.

Yan Jingxiu, the eldest grandson of the Yan family, the heart of Mrs. Guo, and the eldest nephew whom Master Yan loves the most.

"Old man, have you ever seen a mother and daughter, the mother is twenty-eight or nine years old, and the daughter is thirteen or fourteen years old, only so tall?"

Yan Jingxiu reached out to the old man and gestured at Yan Xuehuai's height.

Yan Xuehuai rolled her eyes. She was half a head taller than Yan Jingxiu. Yan Jingxiu hadn't seen her for at least a year or two.

No wonder she was only four or five feet apart from Yan Jingxiu, but Yan Jingxiu did not recognize her.

She guessed it right, Yan Jingxiu was looking for them, and the Yan family was looking for them!

She stretched her coarse cloth shirt on her body and walked quickly to Huichang Street next to her.

There are people coming and going on Huichang Street, with large shops on both sides, which are much more lively than the street just now.

Yan Xuehuai wanted to see if there was a shop with red paper hanging. Not long after she walked, she heard the noise.

A woman in her thirties screamed: "Who said this shop is yours? This is the shop of the Ouyang family. I am the one in charge of the Ouyang family. You don't have the surname Ouyang, why do you say this is your shop?"

The woman looked so fierce and mean. The man standing next to the woman was about the same age as her and was thin. She was wiping her tears at this time, as if she had been rehearsing in advance with the woman, and said in a crying voice: "My uncle, you have no children, and we are willing to take care of you for the elderly and see you off. Now that we use this shop, you will never let go. How can we be like this? Are we wrong to be filial to you?"

Huichang Street was originally very lively. The couple had both good singing and writing and cooperated with each other. They naturally attracted many onlookers. Everyone pointed and whispered, and all looked at the two old women standing opposite the couple.

The old woman standing in front was wearing a royal blue lemon patterned croaker, an ochre silk cotton cloak, her hair was combed in a straight line, her waist was straight, she was serious, and her expression was serious. The woman standing beside her was a few years younger than her, with a beautiful face, and was wearing a brown cotton cloak. She held the old woman with a faint look, and looked at the couple with anger.

"I have a son and a grandson. When will I promise you to be retired and sent to you to see me off? You are just the same clan as our family. I don't need your filial piety. I am indeed not the surname Ouyang, but I am the legitimate wife of the official married man in the Ouyang family. This shop was left by my husband and I am mine. You have rented it for several years, and except for the first year, I have never given a penny of rent. Now I ask you to move out. Is it wrong?"

The old woman spoke loud Beijing movies and spoke in a decisive manner without anger. She choked the couple for a long time without saying anything.

A sneer came from the crowd watching: "Is there a child and a grandchild? Is it my turn to stay with distant relatives like them to take care of their old age?"

"What kind of pension and endure the life of the elderly is actually just trying to get the cheaper and not pay the rent."

"Tsk tsk, how expensive the shops in Xinjing are now. Just this big shop costs at least twenty taels a month. They rented them a few years ago, and the rent at that time was at most three taels of silver. Now it has increased seven times. Even if they don't do business, they can make a lot of money by re-leasing them to others."

"Yes, I think they just kept this idea and stayed there."

People were talking louder and louder, and the couple was a little panicked. The wife pointed at the old woman and cursed: "Ouyang family married you to you for eight lifetimes. You are a star who will defeat your husband and son to death, and your own young grandson to death. Do you still have the face to say that you are from the Ouyang family? I bah!"

People were quiet, and then they heard someone exclaiming: "This old lady's family is dead!"

The old woman's face became more and more serious, and she said loudly: "It's true that my husband died, but my son and grandchildren are still alive, and they live well."

"No, don't listen to her nonsense. Her son followed Princess Jinhuan to marry. The bride sent back. The only one who sent the bride was unknown. He said he was dead. This is a compliment. Who knows if he surrendered to the Tartars and became a spy? According to me, this matter should be investigated by the court, and maybe the case of colluding with the enemy can be found."

The more she said the wife, the more she became, the more she became, and her husband poked her with her elbow and told her not to say anything anymore, but the more she said the more she felt relieved and didn't want to stop.

A sharp voice came from the crowd: "The enemy wants to be in charge. You are relatives with their family, and you can't escape. I just don't know if it's Lingchi or beheading the head directly."

When the wife was startled, her husband glared at her fiercely. This prodigal woman's mouth was too broken, and she had to say such things in public. Can the word "co-engagement" be said casually?

"Don't listen to her nonsense, don't listen to her." As she said that, her husband pulled his wife into the shop and inserted the door from inside.

The crowd burst into laughter, and someone looked at the old woman with sympathy and sighed helplessly. The old lady is pitiful enough. She is alone and has a large business. No wonder her relatives covet it.

The old woman ignored whether everyone's faces were pitiful or gloating. She looked at the closed door and said to the middle-aged woman: "Let's go back first and come again tomorrow."

The middle-aged woman nodded and helped the old woman turn around and leave.
Chapter completed!