Wear ancient times with a house

Chapter 252

The other people who accompany me along the way are also successful, and they have entrusted their relationship in advance. Whether it is staying at a relative's or friend's house, or getting someone to help rent a yard or book an inn, they are basically settled.

The friends Wang Qi and Zhao Yanlin brought with them also became familiar with each other because of their close family backgrounds along the way.

They knew that everyone else had hope, so they discussed and decided to go to the "low-rent housing" built by the imperial court for the students who went to Beijing to take the exam, thinking about picking up two cheap houses that missed the rent.

If it doesn't work, find an affordable inn to live in first, and then look for a place the next day.

It's not that other people didn't invite them to go with them, but I also know that whether it's a house rented by someone to help, or a relative's house borrowed, it's not too big, and they are embarrassed to take advantage of it.

So, as soon as they entered the city, the group of people told each other their addresses, and made an appointment for the next time to meet and exchange news, and then dispersed.

After all, the days are short in winter, the capital is huge, and the streets and alleys are intertwined like cobwebs. If you don’t rush to find a place to live, you may have to carry some lanterns and walk in the dark, not to mention the curfew.

I violated the curfew on the first day I came to Beijing, that is, Cao Cao met Jiang Gan when he was carrying his back, and rice porridge when broad beans were carrying his back—it was unlucky.

Relying on the relationship of the Lin family, Zhao Yanze and Zhao Yanlin decided to first borrow the courtyard of a senior Zhao Yanze in the capital.

As for Wang Qi and his son, they naturally lived with the Song family.

If it was in their hometown, the relationship between the two families is so close, and they would not live together for more than half a year. Even if they each have their own yards, it would be inconvenient after all.

But when we come to the capital, everything will be kept simple. If the two families live together, they can save a little on firewood and water.

Moreover, Wang Qi and his son didn't even have a woman around them, so they might have to eat outside every day, or they would just mess around with the cooking pot and eat the last meal and the next.

How could Mrs. Song see her nephew in such a miserable state? Come on, let's live together, at worst, let the children squeeze.

Shen Shi felt that it was not safe for those who were not familiar with the place of life, with only an adult man and a half-old Huber at home. With Wang Qi and his son, at least they could sleep more comfortably.

That's it, the two families jointly went to find the address that Zheng Hanlin's second son-in-law wrote to tell.

To say that Beijing is really crowded and lively, Song Yun didn't even need to get out of the car, just lay straight in the car, listening to the ups and downs of shouting outside as they got closer to the rented yard.

Obviously, it ran into a large residential area.

There are advantages. It is convenient to buy everything and inquire about things. Moreover, most of these residential areas are native-born locals. The population source is not messy and the crime rate is low.

At most, it's a bit of an idler and a hooligan, and it's all minor problems.The really treacherous and evil people have long been driven away by these old residents.

Song Ce and Song Zhen felt pain in their buttocks and stiff legs in the car, so they got out of the car quickly and began to look around along the road.

Whether it's someone carrying a basket and selling steaming steamed buns, or someone carrying two buckets of hot soup, or someone carrying a basket of miscellaneous groceries to earn some hard-earned money, they are all fascinated by these two brothers.

Even if they are common things in Fucheng, but they are sold out of the mouth of the Beijing dialect, they seem to be a bit more advanced.

The most speechless thing is that Song Zhen didn't even let the fortune-telling go. Seeing the old man holding up the banner and pretending to be blind, he insisted on giving thirty cents to someone to tell his fortune.

That is to say, there are too many stalls on the road, and the car itself is moving slowly. Otherwise, according to the progress of the two brothers, they might get lost, or make Chen so angry that he wants to teach his son in the street.

Even so, when Song Zhen slapped the money to the fortune-teller old man, Shen, who slightly opened the curtain of the car and looked out, was also angry:

"Song Zhen!"

Song Yun took pleasure in other people's misfortune, let you make trouble, just came here and made trouble, look, something happened to Lang?

With this money, even if you go to buy steamed stuffed buns, it’s better than asking someone to tell your fortune. At first glance, he is the stupid son of the landlord’s family. Qing waits for someone to step on it and continue to cheat you of money.

That is to say, there was no national anti-fraud center app in ancient times, and they could only educate their children by giving advice or sticking to their bodies. Otherwise, Song Jun would definitely force Song Zhen to install one, so as to save him from spending money on superstition, especially this kind of informal superstition business. .

After walking west for a while through this lively alley, I arrived at the place written on the address.

As soon as the wheels of the carriage stopped, Song Yun sat up with difficulty.

Don't get me wrong, it's not that she's too sick to get up, it's just that she's wearing too thick clothes, the kind that can't be squeezed for a long time, so it's quite difficult to sit up like this.

No matter how afraid of the wind, Song Yun couldn't remain indifferent to the place where she would live for half a year in the future. She rubbed against Shen's side, and even though she pushed her head a few times, she still firmly moved her head towards her.

Shen had no choice but to step aside a little bit:
"Look, look, just take a look. When you recover from illness, I won't care about you if you sit at the gate every day."

Song Yun glanced at it, feeling a little disappointed. The courtyard is a bit dilapidated just by looking at the gate.

In her previous life, she could live in a small courtyard within the third ring road of the capital. She wished she could touch every brick and stone countless times.

But, hasn't she stayed in ancient times for a long time, and her mentality is a little bit drifting. She doesn't like this kind of ordinary-looking small courtyard, especially if it is rented.

Before Song Yun could get disgusted, a man in his early twenties who was standing at the door with his sleeves folded and his arms tucked up, sniffing, approached tentatively:
"But Song Nian and Song Juren from Jinzhou Prefecture?"

Song Nian hastily cupped his hands:

"I don't know who you are?"

"Oh, my surname is Qi, and my elder brother just calls me Qi Si, that's the one..."

Before he could finish speaking, Song Nian enthusiastically held the other's hand. This is actually the in-law of Zheng Hanlin's family.

It was Qi Si's older brother, Qi Erlang, who was in contact with Song Nian, who was Zheng Hanlin's second son-in-law.

Although I don't know this Qi Si at all, but when I hear this surname, what else do I not know?

It would be embarrassing if people really reported the family name, and it seemed too unfamiliar.

Qi Si was a little uncomfortable with Song Nian's intimacy. The main reason was that his father and brother were both rigid and polite, and even his brothers were not so close. He was not used to it all of a sudden.

However, Qi Si thought to himself, he was frozen at the gate for a quarter of an hour, it was really his cold hands, it would be nice if someone warmed his hands, he didn't pick.

While Qi Si introduced the situation to Song Nian, for example, his elder brother and second brother hadn't left the office yet, and the third brother had returned to his hometown, so he could only come here with his second sister-in-law, while taking time to spend time with Wang Qi and his son, blushing from the cold Song Ce, Song Zhen, and the female relatives who were struggling to lift up their thick skirts and get off the carriage greeted each other.

(End of this chapter)