Chapter 73 Impossible

Jiang Shuyue pointed to a three-entry courtyard and said: "This three-entry courtyard on Wenxuan Street is good. I wonder if the price can be negotiated?"

Fang Yazi said with a smile on his face: "Young girl has good taste. Next to this courtyard is the Bairu Academy. It will be convenient for the young people of the girl's family to study in the future."

"A good horse comes with a good saddle, a good house comes with a good price, please forgive me, girl, there will be no false prices in the book."

Jiang Shuyue frowned slightly and said in a regretful tone, "The second one is too small, the third one is just right. It seems like we have to find another place."

Jiang Shuyue said and closed the book.

Cangyun didn't leave after pouring the tea. He waited at Jiang Shuyue's left hand.

Cangyun's eyes were as bright as a torch. Jiang Shuyue's gaze just now rested on the four-entry courtyard on Guixiang Street with the longest one. He could see this detail clearly.

Combined with the situation when Gao Mu went to investigate the Zhen Mansion last night, Cangyun suddenly understood that the master was not interested in the courtyard on Wenxuan Street.

Seeing that Jiang Shuyue quickly lost her desire to read more, Fang Yazi didn't expect that she had made a mistake in judgment, and felt very upset.

If he hadn't said it to death, he could still negotiate the price.

Seeing the big buyer lost like this, my heart, liver and lungs ached.

Fang Yazi said without giving up: "Girl, you can look further back. There are several sets of courtyards with three entrances and four entrances."

"Fourth entry?"

"Wouldn't that be more expensive?"

Jiang Shuyue remained motionless and had no intention of continuing to take back the booklet and read it.

When Fang Yazi saw that the fat in his mouth had just slipped away, he stopped playing tricks.

He gave a stiff smile and said, "You might as well tell the girl that the best-selling ones in Beijing are the second-entry houses. Many people can't afford the third- and fourth-entry houses, and few people care about them."

Jiang Shuyue stared at Fang Yazi steadily and said in a cold tone: "Then tell me which courtyards are rarely visited by anyone?"

He saw that the girl's smart eyes were crystal clear, as if she was talking to him about something ordinary.

Fang Yazi said with all sincerity: "Let's talk about the yard to the east. The neighbors there are all Dingshi homes. Private houses are rarely sold. No matter how big the yard is, as long as it is put up, it will be gone in a few days. "

"The west, north, and south sides are not good. Let's talk about the Sijin Courtyard on Guixiang Street. They have been listed in our Xinghe Ya shop for more than a year, and no one has taken a fancy to it."

Cangyun rarely interjected: "The asking price for the yard must be too high, and the people who buy the yard are not fools! Of course, I will read the article after reading it."

Jiang Shuyue: "..."

You are the fool...

"The strong man has misunderstood. It's not that the asking price of the house is high, but it's actually a bad year. There aren't many merchants coming from out of town. The price of this four-entry courtyard is just over 100,000 taels, which is higher than the three-entry courtyard on Wenxuan Street. Only ten thousand taels of silver more."

"That yard has been hanging on your teeth for a year. It must be in dilapidated condition and has become the ancestral home of snakes and rats!"

Jiang Shuyue gave Cangyun a thumbs up in her heart.

Six six six.

Unexpectedly, martial arts practitioners are not all rough and tumble, and can actually ask such sharp and precise questions.

Fang Yazi was anxious and quickly stood up and handed over his hand: "The strong man is really an expert. We will send people to clean the houses and shops in our Xinghe Yahang regularly, but we don't dare to offend the eyes of the nobles."

Jiang Shu Yueyun raised her head and looked at Cangyun. Yun Danfeng said softly: "We have nothing to do. We go out for a walk and go to see a few houses with the shopkeeper."

Cangyun understood, he picked up the book and handed it over, "While my master is in a good mood, lead the way."

"Hey, okay! Please go ahead, girl. My boss sent someone to clean the house in the south today. It's a good time to go there." Fang Yazi bowed and made a sign of invitation.

Fang Yazi laughed so hard that he couldn't even see his eyes when he heard that he wanted to take a look.

This girl was careless and looked like she was buying something but not selling it. The experienced Fang Yazi felt unsure.

He made up his mind that he would make this God of Wealth happy today.

Even if you don't have to pay the price difference, you still have to negotiate the deal.

Under the escort of Gao Mu and Cangyun, several people visited two houses in a row.

Just when a few people stepped into Guixiang Street, a man limped towards them.

Jiang Shuyue raised her head, but the man stared blankly in place.

The man looked in disbelief and murmured to himself: "Impossible, impossible, isn't she already dead?"

"It's so similar, so similar."

"Brother Yang, why did you go back so early today? Didn't you see the masterpieces appearing?" At this time, a scholar came up and patted the man on the shoulder.

The lame man is none other than Yang's nephew, Yang Mao.

Looking at the beauty mark between the girl's eyebrows, Yang Mao felt a twinge in his heart.

If he had known that he would kill her, he would never have listened to his aunt and sister Jiaoer's advice.

What is raw rice and cooked rice, the wood is ready and the boat is ready, and he can embrace the beauty back.

Pooh!

If it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have ended up like this.

I am disabled and have no hope of becoming an official. I can only feel a bit of vitality by visiting Qingyunzhai often and listening to the scholars talking.

My father was only a seventh grade official, and he sat in the position of Dianbo in Taipu Temple for ten years.

If his leg hadn't been lame, his father could have given him a job at Taipu Temple. Even if it was to feed horses, it would be better than what he is doing now.

Thinking about the past, Yang Mao hated himself, and also resented his aunt and cousin.

"Brother Yang, take your time, we are going to the academy first." The scholar greeted him, and then walked away quickly chatting and laughing with several scholars.

Take it slow, you have to take it slow, can a lame man walk fast?

Others' caring words sounded particularly harsh to him, as if they were constantly reminding him that he was a lame man.

After greeting the scholars, when he looked up again, the charming figure had disappeared.

He raised his hand to rub his eyes and looked around.

In a hurry, he limped to where the veiled girl had stood.

He pulled a young man passing by and asked, "Brother, have you seen a woman wearing a white veil?"

Seeing that the man did not answer, he anxiously pointed to his forehead, "There is a red beauty mole between her eyebrows, just like a fairy descending to the earth."

The man flicked his sleeves, and Yang Mao stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"What are you talking about in your sleep in broad daylight? You, a lame man, are you unable to marry a wife, and you are hysterical because you miss women?"

The man said sarcastically, flicked his sleeves and continued to walk forward.

Yang Mao's eyes were dull, and he stood there and murmured, "It's true, I saw her. She was here just now, how could she disappear?"

People passing by saw him talking to himself endlessly like a madman, and they all cast sympathetic eyes at him.

At this time, Jiang Shuyue had already entered a gate across Guixiang Street.

The yard was very large, with waterside pavilions, lotus ponds, pavilions and towers, and even the furniture in the house. Although they were all made of peach wood and winter fir wood, they were exquisitely made and valuable for their sturdiness.

The garden was also large, and the flowers in it were blooming. There was an empty space next to the back yard, with potholes in the soil. Perhaps the precious flowers and plants that had been planted were taken away by the owner when he moved.

Fang Yazi saw that Jiang Shuyue was just passing by, and he was anxious. He nodded and asked, "Miss, how is it? Is this yard suitable for you?"