Two days later, Ji Rongjin and the others saw the ancestral house of the innkeeper. Apart from the homestead, only the foundation of the house was left standing bare. It was so dilapidated that it was unimaginable.

Boss Luo dropped the people off and ran away. The dilapidated courtyard was surrounded by small town residents watching the fun. It was located in a remote place and it was rare for outsiders to come all year round. Unexpectedly, outsiders were deceived by Boss Luo's family as soon as they arrived.

They both felt that the three of them were unlucky and had some sympathy for them, so they whispered to each other in low voices.

Mai Xiaoji was furious and wanted to settle the score with the innkeeper, "How can someone live in this place?" He rolled up his sleeves, picked up a spear, and was about to beat someone up.

Ji Rongjin grabbed him and said, "Let's go find the pavilion chief."

"Is there any use in asking him?" Mai Xiaoji actually has a very easy-going temper, but whenever Ji Rongjin opens his mouth, he can suppress his anger.

She smiled lightly and looked relaxed, not like she was being deceived and looking for someone to seek justice.

Mr. Situ stroked his beard with his hand, smiled, and followed her to the pavilion director's house.

"..." Only Mai Xiaoji couldn't figure out why he was going to drink tea?

Some of the onlookers had already rushed to the pavilion chief's home to report the news. Therefore, when Ji Rongjin arrived, Wu Tingzhang of Dongsheng Town was wearing a cotton robe and sitting squarely with his hands folded at the door. Next to the earthen wall facing the sun, the sun was warming him up.

, when he saw the stranger coming, he glanced at him contemptuously and then looked away.

Ji Rongjin glanced at the yard, took out a few fried millet grains from his sleeve pocket, and called to a big-eyed kid in the yard, "Little guy, let me lend you a stool to sit on."

The winter in Yidong is long and cold, and it is almost April. People will not dare to come out of their houses until after a long winter. The food at home is almost gone, let alone snacks.

The little brat couldn't resist the temptation, so he wiped his nose and immediately gave Ji Rongjin the stool under his buttocks. He stretched out his black and dirty little hands and snatched the millet from her hand, peeled it off and ate it in a few times.

, “Delicious, so delicious.”

The crowd of onlookers originally thought that this woman was here to quarrel with the director of the pavilion, but unexpectedly she gave snacks to the children, and they all swallowed greedily.

Wu Tingchang looked at the young lady in front of him with a puzzled expression. To be honest, he had never seen such a beautiful young lady in his life. She was even more beautiful than the Bodhisattva in the temple.

Ji Rongjin sat in front of the pavilion chief, took out a small piece of silver from his sleeve and placed it on the Eight Immortals table next to Wu Tingchang.

The turbid old eyes of Wu Tingchang, who had just been contemptuously ignored, suddenly lit up. He stretched out his hand to grab the silver coins. After living for fifty or sixty years, it is really rare to see silver, silver!

Ji Rongjin held a dagger in his other hand to block his wrinkled hand, "Looking for someone to help me repair my house."

Wu Tingchang frowned and snorted coldly, "You have such a beautiful idea." How can half a tael be enough for such a dilapidated house?

"Then how much do you want?"

"At least two taels or five taels." In fact, two taels can be done, but Wu Ting was too cunning and said half a tael more. When the house is finished, the half taels will be his.

This time it was Ji Rongjin's turn to frown.

"Huh, if you don't repair it, it will be ruined." Director Wu Ting was sure that she could repair the house. If she didn't repair it, she couldn't stay in an inn.

"I mean two, two, five less."

Wu Tingchang never expected that the young lady opposite would say such a thing. He was simply shocked. He had only heard people lower the price, but never heard anyone say the price was higher.

Could it be that I met a fool?

"Then...then how much do you think it should be?" Wu Tingzhang couldn't see through the little lady, so he felt her tone and spoke.

She held up a finger.

"Add another one or two, three or two or five?" With this much money, the house can be repaired very well.

Ji Rongjin shook his head: "No, twelve."

"Hiss..."

"Hiss..."

The sound of gasping rises and falls with each other.

Twelve taels! Everyone couldn't believe what they heard. They could buy a small house in the county. They were all frightened by the foreign girl's wealth, and they all wanted to sign up to help her repair the house.

Wu Tingchang's cloudy old eyes were as bright as the sun in the sky. Oh my God, it's happening. It's happening now. He immediately offered sacrifices to Ji Rongjin like a Bodhisattva and quickly recruited people to repair her house.

Wu Tingchang was so excited at the beginning but so disappointed at the end. He thought he could get a handful of foreigners, but in the end he almost lost all his own wood and stones.

He had no idea that the houses of outsiders were built more luxuriously than the county government offices.

A month later, the house was completed, and all labor, material, and logistics fees were settled. Everyone else went home happily to celebrate, but Chief Wu Ting stayed at the door of Ji Rongjin's house and refused to leave, "Give me more money if you don't want to make up for it."

I’ll stay at your house from now on.”

Ji Rongjin smiled, she was busy with the house recently, so she hired a young lady from the town to cook for the workers, named Cuifen, "You cook first, then make two ounces of wine, and treat the pavilion chief to dinner today."

"Don't think that you can buy me off with just two ounces of wine." Hearing that there was a small amount of wine, Wu Tingchang felt happy in his heart, but he still had a bitter look on his face, as if I wouldn't do it if you don't give me the money.

Ji Rongjin said with a smile, "I don't have any money..."

Wu Tingchang was squatting on the ground. When he heard this, he jumped up and tried to reach the tiles on the gate, "Then I will tear down your gate!"

This little old man, Ji Rongjin was helpless, "I've really run out of money and I have no money to pay you."

"You little lady, you actually lied to an old man like me, you are so kind..." Wu Ting was so angry that he was about to lift the tile, but Ji Rongjin grabbed his hand. When he was about to throw it away, his palm was hit.

He stretched out his hand and saw a small gold hairpin lying in the palm of his hand.

"This little gold hairpin is worth at least five taels, which is enough for you to worry about my house for a month."

"..." That's enough, of course it's enough. Wu Ting's old eyes suddenly burst into laughter. In a remote town like theirs, almost all people exchange things for things. Copper is rarely used, and silver is never seen. What's more,

Stop talking about gold.

The night he jumped out of the restaurant was the Lantern Festival. Ji Rongjin went out to play. Not only did he bring money, he also had a lot of jewelry. After he woke up injured, he didn't see any of these things. He thought he had been ripped off. Until he bought a house,

Only then did Mai Xiaoji reveal that he had hidden the silver and jewelry on her body in the hollowed-out beams of the carriage.

Of course, she only had a dozen or so taels with her, and all of them were used to repair the house. The house she built was not an ordinary five-room stone-tiled house, but a modern Northeastern house. In order to make Maodong more comfortable, the five-room house was built.

All the rooms were equipped with heating flues, which not only cost labor but also materials, and it took more than a month of overtime work.

With the gold and the wine, Wu Ting was in an extremely beautiful mood at the moment. There was a large pot of stew in the middle of the table. It was steaming. He reached out and took a chopstick: "It's delicious, it's really good."

taste."

Mr. Situ and Mai Xiaoji accompanied him and took a sip from time to time.

Ji Rongjin felt that he was almost drunk, so he asked: "Old pavilion chief, my house has been repaired, what are your plans?" She took a piece of dried tofu skin and put it in her mouth. It was made of pure natural soybeans and was better than modern ones.
Chapter completed!