Fortunately, at noon, Mo Yu came to get the food and brought a receipt written by Mrs. Ye: "The old lady said that they are all acquaintances, so there is no need to worry. You can move over after paying the money."

Yan Xuehuai guessed that Mrs. Ye’s original words would definitely not be so tactful, but it doesn’t matter. The key is that they rented a good house.

Li Qiniang took out twelve taels of silver and Mo Yu gave her the receipt. Although it was just a receipt, it clearly stated the specific address and rental time.

Yan Xuehuai took it and looked carefully. He felt that there was no problem. He rented the house after the silver custody and the house was rented.

Mo Yu went to Achun Bo's place to get the new key. The mother and daughter were very happy to get the key. While the afternoon was not busy, Li Qiniang asked Yan Xuehuai and Lu Ying'er to go there to see what was missing, and they had to buy everything they needed.

Lu Ying'er hesitated and said to Li Qiniang: "Boss, please move with the young master. I'll still stay in the shop."

Li Qiniang said, "That's not possible. Are you not afraid of living here by a girl's house? Besides, I'm not relieved."

"But someone should also watch it in the shop. What if someone comes to steal rice and oil, I heard from people that those refugees stole whatever they see." Lu Ying'er said.

Yan Xuehuai looked at Li Qiniang: "Then let's hire someone again. If you want a man, you can move and lift and look at the shop."

Li Qiniang also had this intention, but she didn't know where to find someone for a while.

"Okay, that's it. Ying'er lives with us and hires someone in the shop."

Mrs. Ye’s house is very big, and every time she enters the yard, Mo Yu gave them all the keys to the east and west wing rooms, and there were eight rooms of all sizes!

What satisfied Yan Xuehuai even more was that there was a stove in the east wing, but it was obviously not used for many years.

Yan Xuehuai decided to live in the west wing afterwards. The mother and daughter were both honest and had little things. Therefore, the east wing had no other rooms except the stove.

Yan Xuehuai looked at it and locked the door again. She was about to return the key from the east wing to Mo Yu. They didn't need it, and there was no need to hold the key.

After coming out of the Vinaigrette Hutong, Yan Xuehuai asked Lu Ying'er to go back to Li Shiji first. She bought a roast chicken herself and found Manager Hu.

What Yan Xuehuai didn't expect was that Manager Hu actually knew about them and the Yan family. Seeing that there was no one around, he lowered his voice and said, "The Yan family is selling the house, but unfortunately the house was burned and it can't be sold at all."

What Manager Hu said was that "can't sell at a price", rather than "can't sell at a price".

Yan Xuehuai was surprised: "That house has just been burned, so who is willing to buy it?"

Manager Hu said: "There are people on the market who specialize in this kind of business, specializing in buying haunted houses and dilapidated houses that have been through water. The price is cheap. If you buy haunted houses and put them in ten or eight years before selling them, you can sell them in two or three years. Look at the current housing prices in Pingcheng, every inch of land is valuable, and this house is in your hand and you can make sure to make a profit."

It was the first time Yan Xuehuai heard that there were people doing such business. She asked curiously: "But if you have to wait for a few years, or even more than ten years, it would be too slow to make a profit."

Manager Hu: "They have collected too much and can sell one or two places a year. They have to sell every year, so they don't feel slow. The important thing is that the profit is high. In the past, the profit was half, but now it has several times."

"Ten times?" Yan Xuehuai felt aroused and asked, "How much can the house in the Yan family sell for?"

Manager Hu smiled, twisted the mustache on his mouth with his hands, and then stretched out a finger: "This number."

"One hundred taels?" Yan Xuehuai's eyes lit up.

Manager Hu waved his hand with some disgust: "One thousand taels!"

"One thousand taels, this is not bad. Compared to the price when I first bought it, I still make a profit." Yan Xuehuai felt that the business of buying and selling haunted houses was not suitable for her, mainly because she had no capital.

Manager Hu looked at her and said, "They still owe your mother money. I can sell a little more so that they can't afford to pay the money."

Yan Xuehuai nodded, that's right.

"Uncle Hu, we have moved and will not live in the shop in the future."

"Where did you move? However, if you move well, you should move. Always live in the shop." Manager Hu said.

"Moving to the Shizi Hutong is in the house of Mrs. Ye." Yan Xuehuai said.

"Where?" Manager Hu knew that the shop they rented was also owned by Mrs. Ye. Therefore, although he was a little surprised at first, he thought it was natural. "It's good, it's quiet and safe. After all, it's an official house, and no one dares to make trouble."

Manager Hu obviously guessed that the Yan family might come to cause trouble, so he said so.

Manager Hu is right. Official houses are official houses. Unless they are relatives of the Ouyang family, no one dares to cause trouble. Even the Ouyang family members will no longer visit them.

"You are here to find me, are you trying to hire someone?" asked Manager Hu.

Yan Xuehuai smiled: "You guessed it."

"We all run shops, of course we can guess what kind of people do you want to find?" said Manager Hu.

"Know the roots and the bottom, be honest and reliable, and it is best to have strength." Yan Xuehuai's conditions are not high, so this person can only put in his strength. He doesn't have to know how to cook or settle accounts.

Manager Hu thought for a while and said, "You go back first, I want to ask first. If there is one, I will take him to your shop."

Yan Xuehuai thanked her and replied to Li Shiji.

But Yan Xuehuai didn't expect that she would meet Yan Zhaolin at the door.

Yan Zhaolin had a gloomy face and was walking out of Li Shiji, still cursing.

"Who are you scolding?"

Yan Xue held her arms and stared at Yan Zhaolin in front of her.

Although Yan Zhaolin did not come to Li Shiji to make trouble that day, he had seen Yan Xuehuai outside the court. He was not like Master Yan Er, who could even admit his own daughter. Yan Zhaolin knew this niece.

"Damn girl, no tutor, your mother teaches you to be disrespectful to your elders?"

"It was not taught by my mother, it was passed down from the Yan family."

Yan Zhaolin naturally could not curse people in the street like the Sun and Zeng family, and he didn't dare to do so now.

He glared at Yan Xuehuai fiercely and cursed: "Damn girl, you wait."

"Well, I will crush your bones and ashes when you die." Yan Xuehuai said slowly.

Yan Zhaolin was so angry that he wanted to have an attack, but saw a passing person looking here. He remembered the experience Zeng told about the day he had been on Huichang Street, snorted coldly, and turned around and left.

Yan Xuehuai was refreshed and shouted when she entered the door: "Mom, I'm back!"

Li Qiniang was choosing vegetables with Lu Ying'er. When she saw her coming back, she smiled and stood up: "I have cooked red beans, barley water, I'll serve you a bowl."

"I'll go by myself." Yan Xuehuai said.

"You are not stable." Li Qiniang said and went to the kitchen.
Chapter completed!