Author: Xiao Hanyan

Zhao Fang was so excited inside that she had met the God of Wealth.

In the past, she couldn't sell a house for a month, but today she suddenly sold the largest one.

Not even the price.

Too arrogant.

When Zhao Fang thought of the reward at the end of the month, she happily took Mi Xiaoxiao's uncle and nephew to visit two other houses.

These two houses are not well maintained by the three-entry yard.

There are five brothers living here, with many people and children, and the house is ruined so much.

The walls of Taizhuzi’s window lattice were covered with scratches and carved everywhere, the white paper on the window was rotten, and the window was airtight.

The paint color on the beams of the pillars has fallen off.

Mi Xiaoxiao also expanded her spiritual sense and clearly saw many broken tiles on the roof, many leaking marks on the walls and roof beams, and some parts were moldy.

Two windows were rotten and had no repairs, and only two wooden boards were nailed to block the wind.

There is no vegetable growing in the front yard, but when I raise chickens, there are chicken shit everywhere, which is smelly. If you accidentally walk, you can step on the chicken shit.

A group of children ran wildly in the yard.

The two youngest children can't walk steadily, but they will hold small sticks and chase the chickens, making the chickens fly everywhere.

When Zhao Fang entered the yard, she frowned and said, "I said Zhaodi Mom, why don't your children take care of it? Look at the yard that is so messy, how can you sell it?"

"Oh, it's Director Zhao, why, someone buys a house?"

A middle-aged woman who was washing clothes saw Zhao Fang's eyes flashing a few times, and then enthusiastically welcomed the person into the house.

When a group of children saw customers, they followed curiously, chattering and making a noise than the market.

But the adults don't care.

Zhao Fang said unhappily, "Zhaodi Mom, let's talk about things, let the children go out, why don't we go to the backyard to talk?"

There is no back room in the backyard, only a small yard, where orders are planted, as well as an apple tree and a pear tree.

There is also a set of stone benches and stone tables under the apple tree.

On a hot day, sitting on a stone bench doesn’t make you feel cold｜.

But, it's too dirty.

A thick layer of soil.

How long has it been since the stool been seated?

When Zhao Diniang saw it, she smiled embarrassedly, "Director Zhao, comrade Xiao, don't sit down first, I'll go get a rag to wipe it."

"Okay, stop sitting, let's take a look at the house."

This house was so badly suffered, and the house price was still high. Zhao Fang began to feel anxious, thinking that the possibility of Mi Xiaoxiao buying was zero.

Mi Xiaoxiao had already developed her spiritual sense and swept the house. She had seen clearly what damage the house had.

She asked Zhao Diniang directly, "This house has not been repaired for many years, the wall beams need to be repaired, several broken window lattices need to be replaced, and there are many broken tiles on the roof. Some people throw stones on the roof and smash many tiles. On rainy days, it rains heavily outside, and it will rain lightly in the house. There is also a large beam on the roof, which is rotten by the rain. At most, it will break if it lasts for a year."

"Repairing the walls and changing window frames is simple, but changing the beams takes a lot of effort. If I want to buy this house, it will cost a lot of money and time to repair it."

Mi Xiaoxiao directly pointed out the disadvantages of the house, believing that buying two broken houses for 10,000 yuan is not worth it.

She bought a three-bedroom courtyard with no need to repair it, and she could live there with her bag.

This second-entry dilapidated house is worth up to 3,500 yuan, and the owner sells it for 5,000 yuan, which is 30% more expensive.

Moreover, I have to spend a lot of money to repair.

What made Mi Xiaoxiao most angry was that there were hundreds of fists-sized stones on the roof, and some people threw them on purpose. She guessed that it was thrown by these naughty kids.

What parents actually let their children smash the roof without asking?
Chapter completed!