The summer here is hotter than in Wancheng. Even though the windows are open, there is still no wind in the room.
Ye Zhao ran to ask the landlady if she had a fan. The landlady glanced at her as if she was a monster, as if to say, this is not a high-end hotel, how could it provide fans? In the end, the landlady gave her a palm-leaf fan.
It was hot and stuffy, with many mosquitoes. Even though he was very sleepy, Ye Zhao still couldn't fall asleep.
She was fanning herself with a palm-leaf fan, and Xiaoqin was sleeping soundly with a smile on her face.
Ye Zhao rested her hands on her head and stared at the ceiling, her thoughts drifting. She thought of the boy on the motorcycle, his face that looked like Rukawa Kaede, and his steady, accurate and ruthless movements when he hit people. So special, so Bking, is this a character in the original book
After all, the original heroine Bai Lu grew up in Zengwuwei, and the original owner also lived in this area later. The young man might have been friends with them, who knows.
"What are you thinking about?" the system suddenly asked.
Before Ye Zhao could answer, the system seemed to not need her answer and asked again: "What are your plans next?"
"Didn't I say it? Go to school, take the college entrance examination, and find her mother..." After saying this, Ye Zhao realized that this wording sounded like an insult, and added, "Find the original owner's biological mother."
System: "I mean, how are you going to deal with your father, Ye Dingguo."
Ye Zhao yawned and turned sideways to the outside. "I have no plan. I'll take it one step at a time!"
The system doesn't believe it. It has already figured out that this host doesn't have too many ideas and just doesn't like to share them with it.
"I do not believe."
Facing the system's coquettish statement that it didn't believe it, Ye Zhao couldn't help but laugh. She asked back, "What do you think?"
The system chuckled twice and said earnestly, "You finally remembered to ask me for advice."
"You talk, I listen."
"I suggest you keep your head down first and don't make your relationship with Ye Dingguo too awkward, otherwise he will refuse to arrange your transfer. If Ye Dingguo wants to remarry, let him do so. His remarriage will not affect your completion of the task. And if you don't agree with his remarriage, it's useless. He can go and apply for a new household registration booklet, and then the one in your hand will be invalid, right?" The system said earnestly.
"According to the date of birth registered in my household registration book, I will be eighteen years old tomorrow."
"What's wrong with turning eighteen?"
"When he turns 18, Ye Dingguo needs to apply for a new household registration booklet, and he needs my signature."
The system made a sound of "dig" in its heart, but before it could say anything, Ye Zhao began to question: "How come you don't understand anything? Do you have a crooked butt?"
The system was furious: "Why is my butt crooked?"
"Your heart is with Bai Lu. You are trying to convince me to give in and give way to Bai Lu."
"Unfair, you can only level up if you beat me, so of course I'm on your side." The system said anxiously, "I-I'm waiting for your dad to kneel down and call you daddy!"
Ye Zhao couldn't help but tease: "If it's not the crooked butt, then it's that your system level is too low, your IQ is not good enough! And your knowledge reserve is not enough."
The system was so angry that it vomited blood: "Baby, I'm three years old!"
Ye Zhao: “No wonder.”
The system wanted to explain, but was interrupted by Ye Zhao: "Go to sleep, baby. I'm sleepy."
system:"!!!!!!!!"
Ye Zhao was awakened by the sound of a car horn. He frowned. He didn't sleep well last night and his head was feeling dizzy.
She turned sideways and found that Xiaoqin had gotten up and was now leaning against the window looking out.
Ye Zhao walked over and stood behind Xiaoqin. There were low buildings all around him. In fact, it was not much different from their small county town, except that there were three or four high-rise buildings still under construction in the distance.
Ten years later, this will be the CBD of Shenzhen, and the entire Zengwuwei will be demolished and renovated, with every inch of land worth a lot of money. Ye Zhao's ambition is neither big nor small, she hopes to have a small building of her own here through her own efforts.
Xiaoqin pointed at the tall building in the distance and said, "Sister, that building is so tall."
Ye Zhao vaguely remembered that it was the first Guoyin Building in Shenzhen with its own rooftop revolving restaurant. It would probably be completed next year. She touched her sister's messy hair that had not been combed yet, and said, "When it's built, I'll take you to dinner."
Xiaoqin raised her head and smiled sweetly. She had a lot of questions, but she didn't dare to ask. She felt that her sister had changed a lot during this period. She watched silently and followed behind her. She wanted to follow her sister, but at the same time she was afraid of giving her sister too much burden.
The little head already has complicated and confusing thoughts.
There are three or four breakfast shops on both sides of the street below the window. Some sell Sanjidi soup, some sell rice rolls, and some sell fried noodles, soy milk, fried dough sticks and buns. The aroma wafts in the air. There are migrant workers queuing in front of every shop, and the place is crowded.
They went downstairs to have breakfast and met the hotel owner sweeping the floor on the first floor. Ye Zhao asked the owner if she could help find out if there were any small houses to rent nearby.
The proprietress was a local and spoke unauthentic Mandarin. There were so many rental houses nearby, and she could get a kickback if she made a successful introduction, so she enthusiastically agreed to help her ask.
After breakfast, I found a photo studio nearby to take a photo for my ID card. The photo could only be picked up the next day, and then I went to apply for the ID card.
In one morning, the boss's wife took her to see several houses. They were all dim, handshake-style buildings with a mixed crowd of people. As soon as they went upstairs, there was an indescribable smell of sweat.
The proprietress was a little unhappy when she saw that Ye Zhao didn't like any of the items. She glanced at Ye Zhao, who was wearing a half-worn dress, and thought to herself that the girl wasn't from a big city, so why was she so picky? Just as she was about to complain, she saw Ye Zhao stop at the gate of a yard.
Ye Zhao looked at the cardboard sign hanging on the wall, which read "For Rent" on it.
The innkeeper's wife was behind her and whispered, "Her house is expensive."
“How much?”
"It's almost the same as staying in our hotel. It's not cost-effective."
Ye Zhao stood at the gate and looked inside. It was an inverted triangle-shaped yard. It was not big. There was an old two-story house on the west side and the front. On the east side was a wall covered with loofah vines. There were some waste bricks piled at the foot of the wall, and several pots of onions, leeks and flowers were placed in an orderly manner on the bricks.
Although the yard is old, it looks fresh and comfortable.
There was a middle-aged man with a flat head repairing a bicycle in the yard. The hotel owner asked in a sad voice: "Mute, where is your sister?"
The mute glanced at them, ignored them, and continued to repair the car with his head down.
The hotel owner seemed to have a mediocre relationship with this family. She had no choice but to shout loudly inside, "Fatty! Fatty Ying! Are you home? Someone wants to rent the room."
A fat woman came out of the house, wearing an apron and peeling half a garlic clove in her hand.
"Aunt Jiao, please stop dumping your garbage everywhere. You're driving away all our tenants."
It turned out that Fatty Ying also had a house for rent next to Gillian's hotel, and the two families had a conflict over garbage disposal.
The innkeeper, Aunt Jiao, smiled and said, "How long ago was it? Why are you still talking about it? I specially invited guests to see your house and introduce you to business."
"They are all rented out. There are no vacancies for the time being."
Aunt Jiao pointed outside: "Isn't there a sign hanging there?"
"Forget it. I won't introduce her to anyone. It's a thankless task." Aunt Jiao seemed to have a bigger prejudice against Zeng Erqiao. She whispered to Ye Zhao, "I'll find someone else suitable for you."
Ye Zhao didn't want to be led by the nose by the hotel owner, so she glanced at the small western-style building in the west wing. The facade was covered with mosaic tiles with a strong sense of the times.
There is a household on each side of the first floor. Looking inside from the windows, each household has at least three bedrooms.
There is a staircase leading to the second floor between the two households. If she guessed correctly, there should be two households upstairs as well.
She couldn't afford a three-bedroom house, she just wanted to rent a single room.
"Dumb!" A woman's voice suddenly rushed into my eardrums, "Are you looking for death?! The engine oil is at my doorstep again! Why don't you take it to your own doorstep?!"
Ye Zhao turned around and saw a middle-aged woman wearing slippers, with short hair to her shoulders, eyes slightly turned up, and a fierce face, cursing at the mute.
The mute who ignored Aunt Jiao quickly picked up the bicycle chain stained with engine oil and put it on the hard shell, with a look on his face that said: I can't afford to offend you.
This woman whom the mute cannot afford to offend should be Zeng Erqiao, the owner of the small western-style building.
Zeng Erqiao glanced at Ye Zhao and asked Aunt Jiao, "What are you doing?"
"Qiaojie is back? I have a customer who wants to rent a house." The delicate aunt who just said she didn't care about Zeng Erqiao, suddenly changed her expression, grinned, and said in a flattering tone, "The little girl has been looking at your yard for the whole morning and she likes it. I know, there is no agency fee, right? I don't want any agency fee."
Zeng Erqiao was holding a bag of fresh vegetables in her hands. She looked Ye Zhao up and down. The girl was fair and pretty, but she didn't look like someone who could afford to rent her house.
Seeing that the landlord was difficult to talk to, Ye Zhao backed out and said, "It seems that there is no suitable one. I want to rent a single room..."
"Come up first." After saying that, Zeng Erqiao went upstairs without waiting for their reply.
Ye Zhao was stunned for a moment. Is there a single room for rent on the second floor? She looked at Aunt Jiao, who pushed her and said, "Let's go up and take a look."
The red paint on the wooden handrail of the stairs had mostly peeled off. Ye Zhao asked Aunt Jiao softly, "Why are you so afraid of her?"
Aunt Jiao wiped the sweat from her forehead awkwardly and whispered in defense: "I'm not afraid of her, I just don't want to argue with her. Her father used to be the old village bully, she is the village bully of our Zengwuwei, and her son is the young village bully."
Village bully? Ye Zhao understood. He would just find an excuse to refuse the rent later.
On the second floor, there are also two households on the left and right. The one on the north side is where Zeng Erqiao lives. It is a three-bedroom, two-living room house with simple furnishings. There is a worn-out sofa and a black and white TV in the living room. As far as the eye can see, there is not a single new piece of furniture.
Although the furnishings were old, the house was very clean and tidy, almost spotless.
Zeng Erqiao's house has an empty room for rent. The room is quite spacious and has a bed, a table, and an old wardrobe. The small balcony is planted with flowers and plants.
If the landlord wasn't so difficult to deal with, Ye Zhao would really like this environment. What a pity.
Coming out of the room, Ye Zhao's attention was attracted by the photo frames hanging on the wall of the restaurant next door. In addition to the photos of the big family, most of the photos in the frame were of a boy from childhood to adulthood. The boy looked familiar.
Ye Zhao remembered that it was the Bking boy who had a fight on a motorcycle last night. It turned out that the village bully mother and son were him and his mother.
"You won't find a house as good as mine anywhere else." Zeng Erqiao is confident about her own house.
Ye Zhao didn't dare to openly dislike it, "Auntie, how much is it per month?"
"30."
Ye Zhao curled his lips in pretended surprise, "I... I can't afford the rent."
Zeng Erqiao immediately put away the smile on her face, "Ah Jiao, what kind of tenant did you bring? Didn't you tell her the price first?"
Aunt Jiao quickly disclaimed responsibility: "She can't afford the good ones, and she doesn't like the cheap ones."
As expected, Zeng Erqiao decisively waved her hand to drive the guests away, "Oh, these country kids, they are so arrogant and incompetent. Go away."
Ye Zhao was about to leave when he turned around and found Xiaoqin was not around. He searched around the house and finally found her on the small balcony.
There was a small water tank in the corner of the small balcony, with water lilies and a few goldfish in it. Xiaoqin squatted beside it, watching the fish swimming in the tank. She looked up and smiled at Ye Zhao. Ye Zhao could see that his sister liked this place.
Zeng Erqiao stood at the balcony door and looked at the two sisters, and asked curiously: "Where are your parents?"
Ye Zhao casually said, "No mom, there's no place to live at my dad's place."
When Zeng Erqiao heard this, she guessed that this might be a child from a divorced family. Her sharp eyes dimmed slightly and she said nothing more.
Ye Zhao coaxed Xiao Qin: "Let's go."
Xiaoqin was a good child. No matter how much she liked this place, she didn't want to make things difficult for her sister. She stood up reluctantly and followed her sister out.
"How much money do you want?"
Zeng Erqiao, who was in a hurry to get them out just now, actually asked her to bargain
Ye Zhao and Aunt Jiao looked at each other, not sure what the village bully aunt meant.
But since they asked, Ye Zhao had to bargain back a price to give the village tyrant some face. She had seen a few shops with less beautiful environments before, all of which were around 25 yuan. Aunt Jiao gave her a look, as if to say, why don't you bargain back 25 yuan.
In order to completely block this path, Ye Zhao gritted his teeth and said, "Auntie..."
"Call me Aunt Qiao!"
"Aunt Qiao," Ye Zhao pitifully said a price that Zeng Erqiao would never agree to: "I can only afford 15..."
Wow, you’re bargaining right away. Do you think you’re buying clothes
Aunt Jiao was afraid of offending Zeng Erqiao, so she quickly interrupted him: "Oh my, if you don't know how to bargain, then don't bargain."
"Your father only gave you 15 yuan to rent a house?" The landlady Zeng Erqiao's train of thought seemed to be different from others.
Ye Zhao hesitated for a moment: "My dad... My dad doesn't care about my business."
"Did your father find you a stepmother
My god!
Zeng Erqiao seemed to have gotten the answer from Ye Zhao's expression, and she asked again: "Which factory does your father work in?"
Ye Zhao didn't dare to tell the truth, "I don't know which factory it is."
"In your case, I'll give you the cheapest room for 20 bucks. If you don't have enough money, you can owe me the rest. I'll ask your dad for it when I get the chance."
This is the confidence that comes from a local village bully, and it is a confidence that cannot be refused. If Ye Zhao refuses, she is afraid that she will not be able to survive in Zengwuwei in the future.
However, if the village tyrant aunt's thighs can be hugged, then it is not impossible to hug...
(End of this chapter)