fifth form

Chapter 1064 Buyer and Seller

"This house is too small, this house is too old, I have my eye on this house, but the price is too high!"

“It’s really hard for us petty officials to buy a house!”

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Zhang Xuezhou checked the market records in the internal affairs office, and the clerks introduced him from time to time, and Zhang Xuezhou also responded from time to time.

He often lamented that the salary of a junior official was not enough and it was too difficult to buy a house, which made the junior official feel sad.

Being a clerk in the Internal Affairs Bureau is not a good position. It is too difficult to make money in this kind of position.

For example, when Zhang Xuezhou came to register for the city, this kind of thing could only be done on a business basis, and Zhang Xuezhou couldn't give him any money to express his gratitude.

And when Zhang Xuezhou came to buy a house, this girl was so poor that she had to choose between houses, and it was impossible to give him money.

This is the situation when most people come to the Internal Affairs Bureau, and Zhang Xuezhou is not special.

It was difficult for him to make money in a position like his, and he could only rely on his salary to supplement his family income. Therefore, he felt the same way as Zhang Xuezhou's words.

The two of them chatted from time to time, but it wasn't too lonely.

When the people outside handed over the sign, the clerk greeted him, let Zhang Xuezhou turn over it slowly, and then returned to the table to indicate that he could receive it.

"Sir, the common people want to sell a house and put a sign in the official's office!"

As Zhang Xuezhou expected, Wang Fugui arrived not long after they entered the internal affairs office.

Wang Fugui set off late, but Wang Fugui took a carriage, while Zhang Xuezhou and others set off first with their legs. The time difference between the two arriving at the Internal Affairs Bureau was not too obvious.

"Your house occupies an area of ​​more than one acre, why is it only listed with 80 taels of silver? But what kind of trouble has it caused?"

After some registration, the clerk also saw the problem that Wang Fugui wanted to sell the property.

This made him ask directly.

"Sir, Cao Min's house is in conflict with Tai Sui and has bad feng shui, so he wants to sell it and get a new house!"

"Nonsense, Chang'an City is at the feet of the Emperor, so there is no reason for bad Feng Shui. You, a scoundrel, are talking arrogantly..."

The clerk frowned and scolded Wang Fugui himself.

Only when Wang Fugui quickly stuffed a few and a half taels of money into the clerk's hands did he stop scolding him.

"This house of yours can be sold, but any problems with the house must be clearly stated, otherwise no one will buy it even if I register it," the clerk said.

"Actually so..."

Wang Fugui hesitated for a moment, and then began to talk about today's evil incident.

If a big tree in that alley caught fire and died, it was the whole alley's fault, but the stone lion belonged to Wang Fugui's family, and the stone lion with half of its body rotten was only aimed at him.

Accordingly, Wang Fugui was really panicked.

It's other people's business to join a group if they don't sell their real estate. If he is singled out, he must sell his house.

"I see. No wonder you want to sell the house you bought for 110 taels of silver now for 80 taels of silver." The clerk nodded and said, "If this is the case, no wonder you want to sell the house!"

"Yes!"

"Do your neighbors agree with you selling your house?" the clerk asked.

"Everyone knows that I am a disaster star, and they wish I could just pack up and leave today," Wang Fugui said, "As long as someone is willing to buy it, they will definitely let me sell it, and they will also welcome the new owner of this house!"

"Then you should register first, and I will see if there are any suitable people who want to buy it." The clerk nodded.

He picked up the pen and started to register Wang Fugui's real estate.

"I want to make it clear to you that a haunted house is not easy to sell. Rich people don't like it, and poor people can't afford it. It's almost impossible for you to sell it as soon as possible!"

When the clerk took his time to deal with it, Wang Fugui couldn't help but stuffed another two and a half taels of money.

This prompted the clerk to remind him that none of the buyers he knew had such demand.As the clerk said, Wang Fugui's house is a good house, but if there is something evil happening on the property, this kind of property becomes a haunted house.

Rich people won't risk their lives, and people without money can't collect all the 80 taels of silver.

Even if Wang Fugui has lowered the price, it will be extremely difficult to sell the property, let alone sell it quickly.

"But the price is already very low," Wang Fugui said worriedly, "How can no one buy it at this price? If there were a good house at this price in previous years, I would have borrowed money to buy it even if I ran out of money!"

"You know it was in the past years," the clerk said with a smile, "In the past, when my mother-in-law was 16 years old, she was still very beautiful, and a group of people stared at her with drooling eyes. Who would look at my mother-in-law now?"

"It's just a house. What are you afraid of? Just live there. Don't you believe in such a thing as a haunted house!"

When Wang Fugui looked embarrassed, Zhang Xuezhou picked up the market book in his hand and intervened.

"I tell you, there is no house in this world that is dangerous." Zhang Xuezhou said seriously: "Whose house has not killed people, and whose house has not buried some people under it. We in Chang'an City fought a war decades ago, and those who died There are all piles of people, and it doesn’t matter who says which house is a haunted house!”

"Brother, you are really good at joking," Wang Fugui said awkwardly.

"This is not a joke, I am trying to reason with you," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"It makes sense, ha!"

Wang Fugui laughed awkwardly.

It was okay if Zhang Xuezhou didn't say it, but once he did, it reminded him of the past in Chang'an City.

In the past, it was normal for no family in Chang'an City to say that their house was a haunted house. After all, all the people who lived in the haunted house had died during the war. Those who survived would naturally not admit that their house was a haunted house. Instead, they would consider it a blessing. Full.

Wang Fugui feels that this kind of thing must be believed. If he believes it, he will lose a lot of money at most, but if he doesn't believe it, he may lose his life.

For rich people like them, they can still make money after they run out of money. If the problem can be solved with money, they should risk their lives to try it.

Accordingly, no matter what Zhang Xuezhou said, Wang Fugui would not change his mind and would even be more determined to sell.

"Brother, help me keep an eye on good cheap houses. The price is preferably between ten taels of silver and 30 taels. If there is a suitable house, I can get the money on the same day!"

Zhang Xuezhou and Wang Fugui argued for a while, and when the clerk finished registering the register, Zhang Xuezhou also returned the market register.

"When I buy a new house, I'll treat you to wine and meat," Zhang Xuezhou said.

"good to say"

The clerk smiled and agreed.

"Master Dongfang, walk slowly!"

When Zhang Xuezhou left, the clerk greeted him politely.

"Sir, is that the house buyer?"

After Zhang Xuezhou left the official residence, Wang Fugui asked in a low voice.

"Yes, Mr. Dongfang buys a house, but he will not buy a house like yours that costs 80 taels of silver." The clerk waved his hand and said, "You businessmen who do business have a lot of money. We officials can only rely on our salaries. 80 taels of silver." I can’t save two taels of silver for more than ten years!”

"The richest people are officials!"

Wang Fugui muttered in a low voice.

He calculated eighty in his mind, then compared it with thirty, and finally felt that the difference in amount was too big, and he couldn't sell it cheaply.

Wang Fugui gave the clerk a few and a half taels of money, and sat in the palace of the clerk to wait to see if he could find a suitable buyer today.

He didn't set the price firmly. If the other party offered 70 taels of silver, it wasn't non-negotiable.

He is even willing to collect collateral and accept various items that can be converted into money.

As long as he can get rid of the haunted house quickly, Wang Fugui feels that a small loss is acceptable.

(End of this chapter)