Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 323 - 223: Skill Limit, Moving into a New Home_2

Walking along the winding stone path, you can see houses lined up in neat rows, mostly in the style of ancient single-family courtyards.

At the gates, a few elderly folks gather from time to time, some chatting about family affairs and basking in the sun, while others are engrossed in a game of Go, with black and white pieces moving back and forth on the board.

Not far away, a group of children are chasing each other through the alleys, laughing and playing, startling a few foraging chicks that flutter their wings and cluck incessantly.

Fang Cheng pushed his grandfather’s wheelchair with both hands, looking around as he walked.

His mother and uncle accompanied him, chatting as they went along.

The family wasn’t here to sightsee this ancient and quaint old street, but to look at houses.

The landlord was a warm and straightforward middle-aged man, beaming as he led the way, waving his hand to greet them:

"Come on, everyone, it’s right here! I guarantee my house will meet your expectations."

Following his hand’s direction, they saw a courtyard with green tiles and white walls quietly standing ahead. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Once the landlord unlocked the door and stepped in, a refreshing earthy aroma greeted them.

The courtyard wasn’t particularly large, but it was neat and well-organized.

In the left corner, a vegetable plot had been cultivated. Several ridges of land had already been turned over, loose and fertile.

The landlord’s eyes sparkled, and he first introduced to the grandfather sitting in the wheelchair:

"Look at this plot. The previous tenant grew vegetables here, the soil is very fertile, anything you plant grows. If you move in, you can sow seeds and plant seedlings right at the vernal equinox."

Seeing this, Fang Cheng pushed his interested grandfather to the vegetable plot.

Li Zhenhua bent down, took a handful of soil, squeezed it in his palm, and nodded slightly: "Looks good."

Fang Cheng also looked around. The courtyard had two lush trees, providing shade in the summer, which would be pleasantly cool.

The entire house was a traditional brick and stone structure, two stories high, with clusters of green vines climbing the walls, adding a touch of antiquity to the house.

"Come inside and take a look, everyone."

The landlord continued with his introduction, eagerly pushing open the door.

"Look, four bedrooms and a living room, two stories, it’s really spacious, more than enough for two families to live."

"Oh, the furniture and wallpaper are a bit old, but it doesn’t matter; you can replace them any time after moving in."

"Feel free to look around, don’t be shy. If you have any questions, just ask me. It’s really hard to find such a good house nowadays..."

Fang Cheng helped his grandfather stand up from the wheelchair, walking slowly while his mother and uncle followed, looking around.

Entering the house, they took a general look around.

Though it was an old house, it had decent lighting in winter, and the rooms were very clean.

Apart from a bit of a musty smell, as if it hadn’t been lived in for a long time, it mostly met Fang Cheng’s expectations.

The landlord led everyone on a tour while saying:

"This house is in a quiet location. There’s usually no noise. Although the town center is lively, it’s not far from here, a ten-minute walk makes it convenient to buy things."

As he spoke, he led them upstairs to the balcony, pointing into the distance.

"You see, that’s Yulong Lake over there, the scenery is picturesque. Our main business here is tourism, the closer to the lake, the higher the house prices."

"The location of the houses on this street is just right, allowing you to enjoy the lake and mountain views without worrying about the humidity by the lake causing rheumatism in the elderly..."

Fang Cheng looked up out the window, seeing the distant green hills blending with the shimmering waves. The environment was indeed very nice.

He couldn’t help but recall a legend he heard while traveling before, and asked with interest:

"Uncle, I heard that every morning there’s a lot of fog over Yulong Lake, and they say that fog is actually a dragon breathing it out. Is that true?"

The landlord laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"That’s an old legend from the past. It was said that in ancient times there was a severe drought here, the crops were dying, and people were suffering. A thousand-year-old flood dragon was hidden in West Mountain, and couldn’t bear to see the misery, so it soared up to the sky to gather clouds and rain. As a result, it violated heavenly rules and was punished to become Yulong Lake. The lake water emitted spiritual energy that nourished the people. Since then, our Wanghu Town has become a remarkable and exceptional tourist destination, attracting many people from East Capital to retire here."

After sharing this folklore, the landlord’s eyes gleamed as he looked at everyone:

"What do you think? If you’re sincerely interested, the price can be negotiated."

Apparently, this house had been stuck with him for a long time due to the high price, and he was eager to sell it swiftly.

Li Biyun listened and glanced at Li Zhenhua, quietly asking:

"Dad, do you think this place is okay?"

Li Zhenhua looked satisfied and nodded slightly:

"As long as the price is right, there’s no big problem. Let’s go with this one."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng and Li Dingjian both breathed a sigh of relief.

The family had put a lot of thought into finding a satisfactory retirement home for their grandfather, needing a peaceful environment where he could grow vegetables, and yet not too expensive.

The family had spent half the day before finding this seemingly suitable house.

Li Dingjian then deliberately frowned and began to criticize the landlord:

"The house looks okay, but I’m not satisfied with the furniture and decor here. They all need to be replaced, so regarding the price..."

The landlord immediately nodded happily:

"We’re all honest people, I’ll definitely give you a fair price!"

The two began to discuss the exact purchase price, negotiating the details, preparing to contact an agent to draft a contract.

Fang Cheng idly looked out the window, his gaze once again falling on the distant Yulong Lake.

In his heart, he thought of how nice it would be for his grandfather to retire here, enjoying such scenic views every day, growing vegetables, sipping tea, living a leisurely life not much different from that in the countryside.

Moving into a new house meant there were many things to do.

The day after signing the contract, his uncle swiftly hired a renovation team and housekeeping staff to spruce up the house completely.

Making it brand new, crafting the most comfortable living environment for his grandfather.

However, during these days, he also had pressing business matters to handle, so he was busy rushing around and receiving constant phone calls.

His mother also planned to stay and help out for a few days.

Originally, according to her schedule, she was supposed to return to work at the hospital on the sixth, but she was delayed due to the house matters.

Fang Cheng took the opportunity to persuade his mother to resign from the job.

After all, working as an aide at Ren’an Hospital was exhausting with minimal pay, and there was an inexplicable safety risk.

Since his grandfather’s surgery was successful, there was no need to stay at the hospital for minimal convenience.

To add weight to his persuasion, Fang Cheng shared with his mother that he had earned hundreds of thousands.

Of course, he dared not mention that this money was actually ill-gotten gains from robbing a gang.

He only said he was lucky, found a valuable antique at a market for a low price, and made a fortune.

To ensure his mother’s trust, he even called Ma Donghe to back him up.

On the other end of the call, Ma Donghe vividly described the "fortunate find" as if it were real.

Hearing this, his mother was doubtful but chose to believe her son in the end.

However, regarding work, she only slightly relaxed, feeling she was still young and didn’t want to idle.

She thought that once things settled here, she’d need to find a lighter job.

This way, she could pass time and supplement the household income, which made her feel more secure.

Seeing his mother’s persistence, Fang Cheng didn’t push further.

He silently resolved to earn money openly and so much that his mother couldn’t refuse, allowing her to enjoy a comfortable life without worry.

During the days in Wanghu Town, time seemed to slow down, offering peace and ease.

Fang Cheng woke up early every day for morning exercises on the mountain. The fresh air, lingering mist, and the scent of earth invigorated him.

In the morning, he’d leisurely accompany his grandfather to the lake.

His grandfather, seated in the wheelchair, watched the sparkling lake surface and occasionally shared stories from the past, with Fang Cheng listening quietly, feeling warm inside.

In the afternoon, he’d help oversee the progress of the new house’s renovation, chatting with the workers and understanding the renovation details.

As the ninth day of the first lunar month approached, Fang Cheng prepared to end his Chinese New Year holiday and return to the club for serious work.

His physique had fully returned to normal.

Standing in front of the mirror to examine closely.

His muscle lines were firm and smooth, without a trace of excess fat, limbs looked long and well-proportioned, exuding a harmonious beauty.

If anything, he looked slightly stronger than before, with broader and more powerful shoulders.

He exuded an indescribable aura brought by his robust physique.

This was the confidence and composure to face any difficulty and embrace any challenge.