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Chapter 57 - 57 57 Buying a House_1

57: Chapter 57 Buying a House_1 57: Chapter 57 Buying a House_1 When Yan Fei’s mother Lin Xiumei returned home and saw the New Year preparations her son had made, she was moved to the brink of tears.

However, Yan Fei’s part was done; now he could play freely.

Yet when his friends came over to play, he soon lost interest.

All he did was throwing firecrackers everywhere – into snow piles, onto frozen lakes – every conceivable odd place, and that was all the fun there was.

So when Pang Fa came looking for Yan Fei the next afternoon, he was surprised to find him actually doing his winter break homework — having played heartily with the girl next door just yesterday, Yan Fei had turned studious today?

But then recalling Yan Fei’s parents were back, Pang Fa understood.

He had come to tell Yan Fei that Zhu Laosan’s family was unable to continue their New Year celebrations.

This family had never been good with financial matters, always wasting money earned through dubious means.

Zhu Laosan was now in jail with no release date in sight, and his wife and kids were out of money for New Year’s meat.

Zhu Laosan’s wife said she would either rent or sell the house, selling would be three thousand yuan and rent two hundred yuan a month.

Clearly, the idea was to sell outright.

Yan Fei had sneaked over the previous night to check out the house, a few small tile-roofed rooms surrounding a big, empty courtyard.

It was about an acre in size.

However, the location was practically the wilderness, so a selling price of three thousand was fair.

But two hundred a month in rent was outrageous.

Moreover, this woman had said that whether renting or selling, the price would increase after the New Year.

Upon hearing this, Yan Fei wanted to lash out, “It’s already the 29th day of the Lunar New Year.

Good thing we still have New Year’s Eve this year or else it would be the start of the New Year tomorrow.

How would we buy a house before then?”

Pang Fa sneaked a glance at Yan Fei’s busy parents in the kitchen, smiling, “She’s desperate for money for New Year now!

If you want to buy, you could probably negotiate the price down.

I can’t stand arguing with her, you’d know how distasteful this woman is if you go to her place.

I feel sick.”

Yan Fei was looking forward to quietly focusing on his holiday homework for a few days!

After a thought, he asked Pang Fa, “She’s out of money for the New Year now, wouldn’t she still be out of money afterwards?

Do you think she’ll actually raise the price after New Year?”

Pang Fa assured him confidently, “Absolutely, her prices will go up.

You’ll see how she makes money once you go over there with me.”

What else could Yan Fei say, let’s go have a look first!

Before leaving, Pang Fa whispered to him, “Shouldn’t you tell your parents?”

Yan Fei chuckled, “If I told them, the deal would be off.

I’ll inform them once I’ve raise dozens of cows; they won’t be able to stop it then, even if they want to, they won’t be able to sell the cows.”

“Awesome!

But what about property transfer?

You need your household registration and whatnot to change the house ownership to your name.

Do you have it?” Pang Fa sneakily gave him a thumbs up.

“I don’t have my household registration, probably in the county town, I haven’t found it yet, I’ll look for it after the New Year.

Just take it out sneakily.

For now, we just need to confirm the deal.”

“That works.

The Housing Management Office is on holiday and you won’t be able to get anything done.

If you do want to buy her house, it’s simple, just write up a contract first.

There aren’t any neighbours there, so there’s no need for signatures.

I’ll go with you, settle things first and sign the contract tomorrow, we can find a few guarantors by then.”

“Deal!”

The two chatted as they walked, and quickly experienced firsthand how Niu Laosan’s wife “made money”.

True to Pang Fa’s word, it was extremely disgusting.

Once they entered the dilapidated old house of Niu Laosan, they saw a woman in her thirties, decent-looking, decently dressed, sitting in the yard washing radishes in the sun.

There was a pile of ragged radishes, source unknown, and a child of eight or nine years old doing homework nearby.

When the woman saw Pang Fa bringing someone over, she instantly stood up with a smile, warmly greeting, “Oh look, Brother Pang is here, is this the brother wanting to buy my house?

Come on in!”

Although her words were fine, they carried an unsettling frivolous tone that made Yan Fei uncomfortable.

She was over thirty, a decade older than Pang Fa, yet she called him ‘brother’, acting like she was much younger.

As they entered the yard, the woman hurriedly led them inside and called her son to fetch chairs while she busied herself pouring water, overly enthusiastic.

However, before he could take a sip of his hot water, Yan Fei could already tell how this woman was able to “make money”.

Once the two of them had settled down, Pang Fa introduced Yan Fei to the woman, who immediately turned towards her son and said, “Oh my, Yan isn’t just any ordinary fella.

He bought this house at the drop of a hat.

Come over here, son, come and wish Uncle Yan a happy Chinese New Year.”

The eight or nine-year-old child was standing by the side after moving the stool!

Upon hearing this, he rushed in front of Yan Fei without uttering a word.

Yan Fei had barely any time to react, and the child had knelt down with a “thump.”

He then used his hands to prop up on the ground, and bowed his head down with a “bang bang bang” to wish him, “Huzi wishes Uncle Yan a Happy New Year!

Best wishes to Uncle Yan’s entire family for happiness and cheer in the New Year!”

Yan Fei was stunned.

How old was he?

He was being called uncle already?

He glanced at Pang Fa, who was trying his best to hold back laughter, enjoying Yan’s embarrassment.

Yan Fei was dazed for a while and didn’t react until the kid stood straight up, continued to kneel and reached out his hand.

“Uncle Yan, it’s time for the red envelope!”

Only then did Yan Fei snap out of his trance.

He was at a loss for words, while the woman beside him pretended to advise the child, “Huzi, don’t do this.

Where is the custom of asking for a red envelope just after wishing someone a Happy New Year?”

But her words were obviously insincere.

Yan Fei, speechless, fished out two dollars from his pocket and gave it to the child.

The child pocketed the money and ran out into the courtyard.

The woman apologized sheepishly as she explained and then followed her son outside.

Watching as she snatched the two dollars from her son’s hand, Yan Fei felt as sick as if he had swallowed a live baby squid on an island.

Pang Fa started bargaining with the woman as they’d agreed on the way.

Yan Fei was unsure of what to say.

He’d rather get into an altercation with someone than sit inside this room.

The woman started crying after barely saying two sentences, interjecting sobs with stories about how she was wronged by her husband and how hard her life was as a widow and a single mother.

She also started complaining that selling this house was her last resort.

Yan felt like Pang was doing him a great favor.

Although all Pang did was introduce him to a person at the clinic, he was doing him a favor, helping lower the house price down to 2800 yuan amidst the woman’s blubbering.

After they agreed on the price, Yan Fei and Pang Fa stepped out of the house.

Pang appeared to have broken a sweat.

Yan was immensely grateful to Pang, “Brother Fa, I’ll check with my wife when we get home.

Maybe she has a female classmate who can’t afford to go to college.”

Brother Fa wiped off his sweat, “No problem, I just need to think of myself as the real Brother Fa from the movies, like the gambling god, Gaojin!”

Only later did Yan Fei find out who the real Brother Fa, mentioned by Pang Fa, was and who the heck Gaojin was.

All he knew at the moment was that whomever this Gaojin was, he was surely awesome and incredibly badass.

Yan Fei mulled it over and felt that doing this all by himself was too risky, so he asked Pang Fa to bring some guarantors the next day.

So, the next day, aside from Pang Fa and Uncle Ming, there were several other men, half-familiar to Yan Fei, to serve as guarantors.

Yan paid up 2800 yuan on the spot, left their fingerprints on the contract, and thus, the house purchasing agreement, overseen by more than ten guarantors from both sides, was concluded.

The wilderness by the river wasn’t considered farmland, hence, any house built there with property deeds were recognized as residential land, particularly, rural residential land.

In short, this land with the house now belonged to Yan’s family forever.

After purchasing the house, Yan Fei wanted to host a feast for everyone, but they were all too busy going back home to put up Spring Festival couplets for the New Year!

Indeed, it was New Year’s Eve.

According to Sancha River Town’s custom, New Year’s Eve was half a market day, and the official New Year celebration commences from noon, marked by the burst of firecrackers at each meal.

On the morning of the first day of the New Year, the family would visit their ancestral graves, where Yan Fei told his grandfather about his cattle-rearing plans while offering paper money.

The second day of the New Year was for visiting the wife’s maternal home, so Yan’s entire family went to his father-in-law’s house.

Since Yan’s parents were early risers, they spent the following few days visiting a few relatives a day and finally completed all their visits by the reopening of shops in time for the sixth day of the New Year, amidst Yan’s distracted hustle.

On the sixth day, while most other families were still visiting relatives due to the inconvenient transportation conditions, Yan got a rare day off at home and followed his parents to their home in the county town.

He successfully sneaked out the family’s household registration booklet and even managed to steal something he had eyed for a long time— the disability certificate.

It was a certificate showing that Yan Fei had a Class 2 mental disability, which actually meant that he couldn’t take care of himself.

The strange thing was that when Yan’s “soul-loss” symptoms were very severe, even the doctors were powerless and could only issue a Class 2 certificate.