The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 64 Renting a House
The matter of Huang Yanqiu running away from her wedding suddenly passed by.

The two families seem to have reached some kind of consensus to maintain a delicate peace.

There's progress in Gao Qinghe's apartment rental situation.

Sister Hong called and said she had found her a house and urged her to come to the city to take a look as soon as possible.

Gao Qinghe immediately called Gao Qingmiao, and the two siblings rode their bicycles to the county town to look at houses.

Hongjie was waiting for the siblings at the entrance of the staff quarters, as agreed. Seeing them arrive, she led the way, saying:

“These are all employee housing units of the button factory. The original owners were an elderly retired couple. After the New Year, the old man's health deteriorated, and their children from the city came and took them away. That's why they asked someone to help them rent out the house.”

As they spoke, the group arrived at a two-story old-fashioned red brick house.

The staff housing was built in the 1960s. It is spacious and well-lit, with two households per floor. The first-floor units have gardens in the front and back, and the top floor has an attic.

Sister Hong took out her key and opened room number two on the left side of the first floor.

"Most of the furniture is in place. It has two bedrooms, a living room, and a kitchen. The water and electricity are working. There is a public toilet at the back of the house, and there is a staff bathhouse here. Now it's open to the public, and even non-factory employees can buy tickets to enter the bathhouse, which is quite convenient."

"Oh, right."

Hongjie opened the two small doors at the front and back of the living room. "The front yard is a bit wider. The homeowner laid blue bricks himself and opened a separate door for the front and back yards. To go to the public toilet, you can just go out through the back door."

Of course, the most convenient one is the front gate, a double iron gate that makes it very convenient to go in and out and move things.

Gao Qingmiao looked through each room and couldn't find anything to complain about.

The staff housing here is much more spacious than the mud-brick houses in the countryside, and it looks very clean.

Gao Qingmiao whispered to her sister, "No wonder city people look down on our countryside; it turns out they live so well."

Having grown accustomed to clean and comfortable apartment buildings, lying in a dusty, mud-brick building and having to use that stinky outhouse, it's no wonder you'd cry for your mother.

"How is it? Are you satisfied with the house?" Sister Hong asked with a smile.

It's not easy to rent a place now, unlike ten years from now when commercial housing will be everywhere.

At that time, all the buildings in the city were employee housing allocated by the factory, and no one had the idea of ​​buying their own house; they were all waiting for the factory to allocate houses for them.

Many people, seven or eight, are crammed into a small 50 or 60 square meter house, which is not even enough room for themselves.

Just like the apartment that Sister Hong found, you can't get it without connections; the owners have already taken it all in.

This is also why Sister Hong urged the siblings to come and see for themselves.

However, despite having such a perfect apartment, Gao Qinghe was not entirely satisfied with it.

The floor is made of wood, and the sound insulation is very poor.

The house looks slightly better from the outside, but the interior walls are old and peeling, and the furniture is only so-so.

Because it's on the first floor, and it's currently the humid season in March, the cement floor is very wet.

Gao Qinghe felt that if she stayed there long enough, mushrooms would grow on her.

But she also knew that she wouldn't find anything better in the short term.

Button production causes little environmental pollution, so the factory is located in the city, only a ten-minute walk from the pedestrian street, or even faster by bike, just three minutes away.

Moreover, there are security guards at the entrance of this compound, so it is very safe.

Based on these two points alone, Gao Qinghe did not hesitate and rented the house that very day.

The monthly rent is 15 yuan, with a minimum lease term of six months.

Hongjie wrote a simple rental agreement and took the siblings to the button factory's housing management office to get it stamped and certified.

"This is six months' rent, ninety yuan in total." Gao Qinghe handed the money to Sister Hong.

Sister Hong handed her a set of keys.

She was just collecting the money on behalf of the landlord; she would have to go to the post office to forward it to him later.

Also, make a copy of the landlord's contact information and bank account number and give it to Gao Qinghe.

After everything was settled, Gao Qingmiao stayed in the newly rented apartment to unpack. Gao Qinghe followed Sister Hong back to the pedestrian street, and together they made a phone call to the landlord's son from a phone booth.

Once everything is clear, the rental process is complete.

From now on, Gao Qinghe can simply make payments to the landlord's account on time.

"Oh, by the way, you'll have to pay your own water and electricity bills," Sister Hong said.

Gao Qinghe nodded, "Sister Hong, thank you so much this time. If it weren't for you, Miao Miao and I would have been searching for ages in the city, being so unfamiliar with everyone!"

As he spoke, he slipped the red envelope he had just secretly prepared into Sister Hong's shirt pocket.

"Even if you go through an agency, there will still be an agency fee. This is just a small token of my appreciation, Sister Hong, please don't refuse. Otherwise, I'll feel embarrassed to bother you next time."

The red envelope contains a month's rent. Business people can tell what's inside just by feeling the thickness and shape of the red envelope.

Sister Hong was really embarrassed, because her daughter had just finished the two bottles of fruit canned goods that Gao Qinghe had given her.

Unexpectedly, after finding a house, she gave me another red envelope.

Gao Qinghe didn't give her a chance to refuse, saying she was busy tidying up the house, waved goodbye, and ran away.

After renting the house and buying some things, Gao Qinghe's 1700 yuan became 1500 yuan.

But it was worth the money.

Lying on her spacious bed by herself at night, smelling the fresh scent of the blankets she brought from home, Gao Qinghe thought happily.

No more getting up before six to catch the bus tomorrow!
All the goods brought in from the provincial capital are stored in the new house, so there's no need to rush back to the village after closing up shop in the afternoon. It's so much more convenient now.

The only thing that upset Gao Qinghe was that she couldn't eat her grandmother's cooking anymore.

During her first lunch in the new house, Gao Qingmiao almost became withdrawn because of her older sister's disdainful expression.

"Are the noodles I cooked really that bad?"

Gao Qinghe forced down the noodles in her mouth and put the rest of the bowl back on the table.

He got up and said, "I'm going outside to see what food is available. After you finish eating, remember to take out the clothes you're selling tomorrow and iron them."

Gao Qingmiao let out a hesitant "Oh," and secretly vowed to master her culinary skills.

Otherwise, when his older sister comes home and his parents see that he has lost weight, he won't be able to survive.

As for the idea of ​​having Gao Qinghe cook, it simply didn't exist in Gao Qingmiao's mind.

What has his sister been doing since she was a child?
He can't do anything, he does all the work!
Oh right, the clothes my older sister changed out of yesterday haven't been washed yet.

With that in mind, Gao Qingmiao quickly finished her noodles and started busying herself at home.

I washed the dishes, did the laundry, mopped the floor, and while I was at it, I took out all the dresses, ironed them, and hung them up.

Compared to the busyness at home, Gao Qinghe's life here is much more comfortable.

Holding snacks in one hand and soda in the other, he strolled around the button factory while eating.

Compared to the bustling activity at the flour mill, the button factory was deserted.

The machines in the factory were not running, and most of the stalls at the factory gate had closed down. She still managed to buy the food and drinks she was carrying when she was almost out of the factory area.

The workers chatted and played cards in the staff compound, making it even more lively than the factory.

This is not a good sign.

The button factory, which used to be too busy even with three shifts, now operates on two shifts, and all the machines stop before 9 p.m.

But none of that matters.

To Gao Qinghe's surprise, the once arrogant button factory workers...

He hung a wooden box around his neck and hawked buttons on the street.

(End of this chapter)