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Zhang Shan Ni woke up from her afternoon nap, finding that all those "strangers" had left. She felt much better, had some snacks, fed her big belly, and then followed the man, exiting the military area with Chen Dalang.
This time, Chen Dalang was driving.
Last night, Xie Jingchen had already made arrangements for the property transaction at a specific location, and had also agreed with Chen Dalang on the house he was interested in. As for the school, that wasn’t a big issue.
Chen Dalang was entirely there to run errands for Old Xie this time. You see, if it wasn’t for Xie Jingchen lending him a hand in time during their last mission, Chen Dalang would have ended up with a mark on his chest, nearly losing his life if not dead.
With Chen Dalang around, the real estate agent didn’t dare to slack off, and the group managed the property transfer very smoothly.
In just about an hour, Zhang Shan Ni and her husband became the owners of a small western-style building.
Seeing that the couple seemed to have more things to do, Chen Dalang left behind the military car and went back to the military area by himself.
Xie Jingchen didn’t hesitate, lightly punched Chen Dalang on the shoulder, and then took his little wife away.
For now, they were heading to the place where Zhang Shan Ni had previously bought furniture to see if there was anything ready to use. Other things weren’t urgent and could be dealt with slowly, but a bed was definitely needed. freeweɓnøvel.com
The Family Head might have been prepared in advance as the entire small western-style building was empty. There wasn’t any furniture in the rooms. To Zhang Shan Ni, it seemed that the previous owner had either given it away or couldn’t bear to part with the furniture and took it all with him.
People of this era cherish their belongings, and after hearing Zhang Shan Ni’s comments, the agent kindly explained that the original owner didn’t part with their accustomed furniture, and had moved it out early.
Aside from the dust, the house was very clean.
Before she left, Zhang Shan Ni even gave the agent ten yuan to ask some local women to come and clean it up. With the small western-style building being so bare, except for the small yard and the rooftop planted with vegetation, everything was in plain sight. There was no fear of anything being stolen.
Fortunately, they were still within the holiday period, and the furniture had even been prepared before the New Year. In these times, furniture was generally custom made on demand, and craftsmen, usually family businesses, didn’t keep a surplus inventory.
Luckily, things like beds are sold in larger quantities, and Zhang Shan Ni almost cleared out the old craftsman’s stock.
Seeing that Zhang Shan Ni wanted a lot and complete sets, the old craftsman even covered the cost of transportation to deliver the furniture to the small western-style house.
The couple split up to get things done; Zhang Shan Ni went to buy daily necessities, while Xie Jingchen stayed to arrange the furniture.
Since they were preparing for themselves, only the second and third floors were to be used. Zhang Shan Ni planned to live on the third floor herself; the kitchen was on the second floor, and, for now, the three rooms there were sufficient.
The third floor was not actually the whole level, but rather two-thirds of the area. The remaining third was a balcony. Seeing the clothes racks and small vegetable plots on the edges, one could tell that the original landlord knew how to enjoy life.
Xie Jingchen figured that the third floor must have been where the house owner lived, because the entire level was, in fact, a very private suite. Besides the master bedroom, there was only one room that was obviously a study. Apart from the two rooms, there was a big living room.
Just the morning drill alarm would be enough hassle for her. Didn’t you see that the whole Xie family was following the military schedule? That shows how loud the alarms can be.
Xie Jingchen was skilled with his hands, and the agent, out of respect for Chen Dalang, didn’t dare to neglect Xie Jingchen. With this old slick from the county town, there was no one better acquainted with where to buy what was needed.
At this time, don’t even think about getting a water heater.
However, because the original owner wanted to plant vegetables, flowers, and wash clothes on the balcony, there was a water faucet. Moreover, the balcony had a charming glass canopy built, not only pretty to look at but also well-ventilated, sunny, and provided shelter from wind and rain.
Xie Jingchen built a small platform next to the washbasin, perfect for placing a coal stove, which could be used for boiling hot water in the future. The smell could stay outside the house and the space under the platform could store coal—clean and practical.
The couple was indeed very busy. Without the agent’s help, things wouldn’t have been so efficient. They skipped dinner and went straight home, fortunately having informed Mr. and Mrs. Xie before leaving, so there were no worries about the elders waiting.
Xie Jingchen bought hot soup noodles for dinner, and the agent was prepared too. After all, he had been running up and down for them unpaid; his kindness was a bit over the top.
It wasn’t until nine o’clock at night, seeing that his wife was exhausted, that Xie Jingchen forcibly took her home.
Of course, while Xie Jingchen went to drive the car, Zhang Shan Ni had already placed the bedding and such, which she had prepared in advance, in one of the rooms on the second floor, along with some pots, ingredients, and other necessities.
Her man had to work the next day; when she brought Father-in-law and Mother-in-law over, the elders would think that it was the man who had prepared everything—a perfect way to avoid a bug in the plan!
As soon as Xie Jingchen saw that his wife had a smile on her lips since getting in the car, his mood was flying high as well, each basking in their own delightful feelings~
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