Qin Wafan sent the contract to Qin Bo and Aunt Qin as expected the next afternoon. In less than two days, the contract was settled.
Now it's a question of money. Qin Wafan has no money at the moment. All his income is given to his family, and he has to pay Zhang Lan back the money regularly.
He and Qin Bo agreed to pay within two weeks, so he had to raise money as soon as possible.
"Have you signed the contract?"
When Qin Wanfan and Zhao Hong were discussing countermeasures, Zhao Hongxing's eyes widened.
"Yeah, didn't we agree earlier in the morning!"
Qin Wanfan was actually very interested, after all, this matter was finally short of the last link of paying the money, and the price was fair for both parties.
"How are you going to raise money?"
Zhao Hong no longer opened her almond eyes, but her complexion darkened, and she lowered her eyes and asked.
"I figured out a way."
Qin Wafan was very hungry, it was already six o'clock in the evening, he saw that Zhao Hong was taking the two children, and he didn't intend to get up to cook in the kitchen, so he got up by himself, thinking about cooking.
"My family definitely can't come up with that sum of money now. It's more than 100,000 yuan. The family can only save it for a year without eating or drinking! Now our family still has foreign debts. I have budgeted out the training fees and tuition fees for their two children. Even if all the income from the projects you cooperated with Haiti are recovered one by one, except for food and drink, housing loans, and their annual tuition and training fees, even if the two of us don¡¯t have big expenses, we can still buy clothes for the elderly. Don¡¯t even think about eating and drinking.¡±
In terms of money, what Zhao Hong said just now is correct. Qin Wafan is not clueless about how much money his family has.
But listening to Zhao Hong's tone, she just doesn't want to continue to be in debt to increase the pressure of life.
"Wife, don't worry, for the money to buy the land, let me think about it. I am very grateful that you stay at home, take care of the children, and help take care of the three elderly people."
Qin Wanfan turned around and walked back, placing his hands lightly on his wife's shoulders.
However, Zhao Hong turned around, not wanting to face him, so she also took advantage of the situation and dropped his hand.
"It's going to be fine, okay, let's stop here, I'm going to cook!"
Qin Wanfan watched for a while and couldn't make his wife look good, so he smiled and said in a cheerful voice as much as possible.
During dinner, except for the voices of the two children, Zhao Hong never paid attention to Qin Wanfan. Qin Wafan was also a little puzzled, he didn't expect his wife to react so strongly to this incident, didn't he explain it clearly to her face to face in front of his parents?
He remembered that when he went to Bai Yu to meet Aunt Qin Bo and Qin together at noon that day, his wife and children were there, and his wife was very appreciative of this matter. Why did it suddenly become the source of the cold war?
He actually forgot that on the way back from eating at their parents¡¯ house a few days ago, Zhao Hong once said that this piece of land should not be bought for the time being, because it would not be easy to sell, and it would be useless to put it there, and it would cost money. necessary. So, she had actually changed her mind after a few days of thinking about it, and she no longer thought about buying the land. But Qin Wafan only thought about what he wanted to buy at the beginning, and only said that if the seller was reluctant, then that's all. Now that the two parties have agreed, of course, there is no doubt that they will buy it according to the original agreement. Moreover, he felt from the chats with Zhang Lan and his own father that the land has a lot of room for appreciation after buying it, and one of the details is that he actually paid for more than 300 square meters, but the surrounding areas The outer space of Qin Bo's house is more than 100 square meters. In fact, even if he uses it for himself, no one can say anything about it. But he, of course, does not have such a narrow mind. He still thinks that the public should be public and the private should be private. The extended area should be properly built into a craft park, allowing Qinfang some crafts to come in. This will not only benefit the business atmosphere, but also promote the popularity of this area, or build it into a public welfare reading area, small library, etc., so that more people with People with knowledge and culture, and people who like to improve themselves gather in this place, which must be of great benefit both public and private.
It's just that he felt that these were a bit far away. If he said it weakly, it would bring more mental troubles to Zhao Hong, so let's forget it.
But when he went to sleep at night, he still had a dream in his fantasy, a very future dream, in which he and Bai Jianjia were also included.
In the dream, he answered a call from his mother, saying that the old tile-roofed house was about to be demolished, and asked him to take a look. He agreed and left.
It seems that he came to the old tile-roofed house of Qin Bo's house, and he seemed to go backI saw Qinjia Village, my hometown where I grew up more than ten years ago.
He saw that the wooden windows had been in disrepair for a long time and were broken, and there were holes in the eaves, which leaked a piece of sunlight, which was as mottled as the sunlight on the white wall that he and Aunt Qin Boqin saw together that day.
But the difference is that most of the black tiles are so neatly arranged, as if they have a hundred years of vicissitudes. There are reeds growing on the tiles, standing proudly facing the wind under the blue sky. The roof tiles are silent, the tiles are silent, only the reeds are swaying in the wind, gradually swaying into reeds in white dresses singing in the wind.
There is also a pile of yellow bricks around, which are earthen houses that have been knocked down. There was no shadow of a single tile on the ground.
He felt as if his heart was suddenly blocked by something, and some hot tears wanted to flow out. But evaporated in the sunshine of this dream.
?It seems that the stars are changing, and when evening comes, he once again looked at the tile-roofed house in the afterglow of the setting sun. The scales on the tiles are gray-black, and the few reeds are sparse, obliquely cutting the setting sun that is about to set. He obeyed his mother's instructions on the phone, found someone from the competent department to sign the contract of the house, and finally drove out of the wilderness where he could hear his childhood songs with great emotion.
On the way back from the car, he seemed to be still in the same place as the tile-roofed house. He seemed to see a young man from a small town who was turning his back to him and was running towards the distance, unwilling to be lonely. look. He couldn't help smiling at the back of the young man in the small town who had never seen his face:
Those who have not seen the distance live a peaceful life. And when he sees the distance, he has entanglements and efforts in tangles. His tangles are breaking free from the shackles of old relationships and moving towards the creation of new relationships.
Therefore, in order to create better, he did not want to take back the steps he took after careful consideration, and buying this small piece of land was just one of his steps, and he did not want to give up just because he encountered a little resistance , On the contrary, for the sake of the countryside where he grew up, and for the benefit of as many people as possible while running, he is more determined to buy this land. All problems with money are solvable.
He was extremely firm in his heart, but a tear overflowed from the corner of his eye. About the old tile-roofed house, about the years of growth that the old tile-roofed house gave them, he thought that he would be able to give the old tile-roofed house a new life. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com