Reborn with a Space: Building a Fortune Amidst Famine-Chapter 1266: Settling In

Qi Xue Mei was actually quite happy that her father-in-law didn’t go, it was pretty good at home too. She also knew that if their family lived in the county, they wouldn’t be able to split the grain in the village anymore. Just like the city people who used to work for them, they would have to rely entirely on food tickets to buy grain. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

Keeping the father-in-law in the village would still allow them some support.

Early the next morning, the couple set out before dawn. They had to walk to the county.

"Qingjie, let’s buy a bicycle too."

"No tickets." Zhao Qingjie also wanted to buy a bicycle.

"Qingjie, think of a way, without a bicycle it will be too troublesome for us to return every week."

The man, although he had many thoughts, was not unfilial. He certainly thought of going back to see his dad, and saying this, he would definitely figure something out.

"Alright, I’ll ask around."

When they arrived in the county, they smelled the rich aroma of fried dough sticks. But they had no food tickets in hand, and could only endure.

At the cement factory, they spoke with the guard and explained, then went in to find the leadership.

Yesterday they had already received the notice here, and without any trouble, Zhao Qingjie’s job was quickly arranged. He could start working tomorrow.

Zhao Qingjie still wanted to find someone to ask Yang Zhiqiang. There were many things he wanted to inquire about. Mainly, the housing situation needed to be settled quickly.

Yang Zhiqiang was startled; his parents were elderly, and when someone from the village came looking, it scared him into running out.

Seeing the very dirty Yang Zhiqiang, Zhao Qingjie also knew why Su Yuanyuan said this wasn’t a good job.

Yang Zhiqiang ran over, looked at the man and woman, and felt the man seemed familiar, but didn’t dare to recognize him.

"Brother Zhiqiang, I’m Zhao Tian’s Second, Zhao Qingjie, the one who went to Jiangbei Farm."

This time Yang Zhiqiang recognized him. "Qingjie, I really couldn’t recognize you. If we met outside, I definitely wouldn’t have known. When did you come back?"

"Brother, I’ve been home for a few days. Now I’m living at your house. This is my wife, Qi Xue Mei. Xuemei, this is Brother Zhiqiang."

Qi Xue Mei smiled and called him.

Yang Zhiqiang smiled and nodded. He realized; he also knew the Zhao family’s house collapsed. "Alright. Stay, we only go back once a week. You can live with my parents. Are you completely done with the farm?"

"Yes, Yuanyuan went back, and I requested for our family to be transferred back and arranged for work here."

Yang Zhiqiang nodded. "Coming back is pretty good."

"Brother, my wife was also arranged to work at the match factory. I’m thinking about buying a house in the county, bringing the whole family here, and the kids can go to school."

Yang Zhiqiang nodded, understanding why Zhao Qingjie came to find him.

"I do know of a house that’s for sale, not far from the cement factory. Wait a moment, I’ll say a word and take you to check it out."

"That would be great, otherwise we’d be worried too, living so far away, and walking to work every day."

Yang Zhiqiang went back to say a word. Now that it’s winter, the cement factory is just preparing materials, leaving for a while wouldn’t be a problem.

Zhao Qingjie and his wife stood here waiting. "Qingjie, we still need to go register me."

"No worries, we’ll go today. Don’t worry, arranged above, there won’t be any problems. It’s important to seize this opportunity and buy the house. Tomorrow, I’ll start my job; I reckon you too. This way, we won’t have to walk home every day."

Qi Xue Mei felt relieved knowing it wouldn’t delay her work.

When Yang Zhiqiang came over again, he was still in work clothes, but his face was washed.

"Let’s go, it’s not far, I only have an hour, I’ll escort you over, then you’ll discuss yourselves, I still need to return to work."

"Thanks, Brother Zhiqiang."

Yang Zhiqiang waved his hand. "It’s nothing, we’re from the same village."

"Brother Zhiqiang, the leadership wants me to start working tomorrow, but I haven’t arranged anything."

"This can’t be helped; it’s preparation season for raw materials, only a month until vacation. Buy the house, then go find the village chief, and have the village cart bring things over tomorrow. You finish setting up, it’s only on the wife."

"Brother, Xuemei is also going to report to the match factory today."

"She’ll probably start working tomorrow too."

The three of them had reached the entrance now. Qi Xue Mei looked at the brick house, full of envy. She had always lived in mud houses, thinking about living in a city with a brick house.

Yang Zhiqiang knocked on the door, and out came a woman in her fifties or sixties.

"Auntie, I heard you want to sell your house?"

The old lady looked at the three, recognizing the cement factory work clothes.

"Hmm, it’s for sale."

"Auntie, this is my brother, he’s also a worker at the cement factory, they want to buy the house. You folks discuss, I have to return to work."

Yang Zhiqiang finished speaking and left. It was just the two of them left.

"Auntie, can we come in to see the house?"

The old lady nodded, "Come in."

Zhao Qingjie felt the people were very indifferent, but he came to buy a house, indifferent or enthusiastic was the same.

The house was a standard three-room principal house. But the east side had three extra rooms, and the west side too, which seemed like the kitchen, storage.

Qi Xue Mei came in and liked the house immediately, she tugged on her husband’s clothes.

"Auntie, how much do you want to sell this house for?"

"Four hundred, not a penny less."

"Four hundred?" Qi Xue Mei exclaimed.

Zhao Qingjie said nothing, looking carefully instead.

The yard wasn’t large; if they planted vegetables, it wouldn’t be enough to eat. The roof tiles couldn’t be seen, but the walls and house bricks looked good.

He was embarrassed to go inside the house.

"Auntie, this house is not expensive, it’s quite good, why do you want to sell it?"

"Just want to sell it."

This time Zhao Qingjie didn’t know what to say next.

"Auntie, I brought money, can we complete the procedures today?"

The old lady waited two or three minutes, then nodded. The couple could see, the woman didn’t want to sell.

"If you’re sincere, we can transfer right now, but I can only move out tomorrow. You come over the day after tomorrow."

Zhao Qingjie nodded, "Alright. Should we go now or this afternoon?"

"Wait a bit, let’s go over together."

Only the couple was left in the yard. "Qingjie, is it worth buying at such a high price?"

"It’s already not expensive. Buy it, it’ll ease our minds."

By noon, Zhao Qingjie had obtained the house documents.

The old lady seemed especially desolate; truly reluctant but had to sell.

"If you have time tomorrow night, come pick up the house, bring your own lock." She said, turned around, and left.

"Qingjie, should we go to the match factory now?" Qi Xue Mei asked her husband.