Chapter 618: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 618: Finally Confirmed the Relationship

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

"My house cost what it cost; selling it to you for 100,000 yuan is already a huge loss. If it weren't for what happened to your mother, I wouldn't sell it even for 200,000."

Wang Zhanggen smoked a cigarette and confessed to Liang Xinghua:

"I'm laying it all out on the table now. If you want it, it can't be below 100,000. If you don't want it, I won't force you. But don't think you can demand compensation from me. Your mother hanged herself in my house, yes, but she went and hanged herself on her own initiative. It has nothing to do with us. We haven't asked you for compensation, and that's already generous!"

After Lan Menglian made such a scene, Wang Zhanggen's attitude hardened too.

Because he knew that the more agreeable he was, the more people would think he was easy to manipulate.

He even felt that when he had gone to negotiate with Liang Xinghua before, he shouldn't have voluntarily lowered the price.

He should have held firm at 200,000 and insisted Liang Xinghua buy the house.

If he had spoken that way, maybe now when Lan Menglian came to make a scene, she would only be trying to pressure the price down to 100,000, rather than trying to get it for free.

"I know, Brother Changgen. What you say is reasonable. My mother hanged herself in your house; we were indeed in the wrong first. Don't worry, I'll buy the house and pay the 100,000. But I have one request."

Liang Xinghua's attitude was very good. He cared about face, so he was always polite to outsiders.

"What request?" Wang Zhanggen asked.

"Can this 100,000 yuan be paid in installments? Coming up with 100,000 all at once, my wife, my child, and I really can't make ends meet. I don't care about myself—I'd rather die than live anyway—but my child shouldn't have to suffer with me..."

Liang Xinghua lowered his posture considerably.

Seeing this, Wang Zhanggen couldn't help but sigh.

In the end, he still made a concession:

"Fine, fine. I know you're not having an easy time either."

Finally, the two discussed and decided: this year they'd pay 50,000 first, and the remaining 50,000 would be paid gradually later, to be fully paid within three years, and no interest counted.

Wang Zhanggen was already being very merciful.

Such a good deal, Liang Xinghua couldn't get it anywhere else.

Taking out a loan to buy a house outside, the bank would charge plenty of interest!

Wang Zhanggen drew up the terms, Liang Xinghua signed on them, and the matter was settled.

You could say Lan Menglian was being unreasonable, and she was. But did her unreasonableness get results? It did get some results.

At least Wang Zhanggen backed down and agreed to let Liang Xinghua pay in installments, giving his family of three some breathing room.

Time came to the next day in the blink of an eye.

Wang Dashan drove Du Xiaojuan and Wang Xiaohua down to Guangzhou.

Wang Erhai and Liu Meiqi went back to the County Town.

Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan went to Liang Xinghua's home early in the morning. Today was Zhou Aidi's funeral day, and they came to help.

Liang Xinghua was polite to Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan, while Lan Menglian put on a cold face.

Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan didn't take it to heart.

They helped Liang Xinghua back and forth, and went together to the Crematorium to see Zhou Aidi off.

Wang Zhanggen was old now, and his health was getting worse day by day. He felt that sooner or later he would surely pass on, so whenever he encountered a funeral, he would be very active in helping.

Thinking that after he himself passed away, the other villagers, remembering this favor, would come to help his family, so he could leave in a grand and glorious manner.

"Changgen, I heard you want to sell your newly built house to Xinghua?"

At this funeral today, Zhang Zhongtian also came to help.

He found a gap, pulled Wang Zhanggen to a corner, and said a few words quietly.

"Yes."

Wang Zhanggen didn't hide it, and went on to say:

"I only took 100,000 yuan from him, and only made him pay 50,000 first, with the rest to be paid gradually later."

"Aren't you going to lose a fortune?" Zhang Zhongtian felt indignant on Wang Zhanggen's behalf. "Didn't you spend more than 100,000 yuan on materials alone?"

Wang Zhanggen smiled bitterly:

"What can be done? Now that house has become a Haunted House. If I don't sell it to Liang Xinghua, no one else will want it either."

Zhang Zhongtian said instead:

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If you had told me, I could have bought it for 150,000."

"Why would you buy a Haunted House?" Wang Zhanggen was stunned and surprised.

Zhang Zhongtian didn't directly say the reason, only saying:

"It's too late to say anything now. Sigh, forget it."

Wang Zhanggen comforted himself instead:

"Actually I don't think I lost too much. At least I got the Liang Family's Homestead Land back. With Homestead Land, I can build a new house again."

Zhang Zhongtian casually said at this time:

"By the way, is there something wrong with the feng shui of your home? Every time you build a house, all sorts of problems come up."

Wang Zhanggen was stunned, his brow slightly furrowed.

Thinking about it carefully, it really was like that.

In his lifetime, he had already built houses three times.

The first and second times both ended as unfinished ruins.

He had thought that this time, with enough money, it surely wouldn't end as an unfinished ruin again.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Aidi went to his house and hanged herself—such a messy affair.

Once or twice could be called coincidence, but again and again, one has to admit, it really is rather uncanny.

"I'll go ask Wu Banxian later and see what he says; if there's a problem with the feng shui, we'll probably have to move again."

Wang Zhanggen said so.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Wang Dashan drove Wang Xiaohua to the airport first, then returned to Tianhe with Du Xiaojuan.

"Third Brother, once you're in Beijing, remember to let me know."

"Okay, Big Brother, Big Brother and Eldest Sister-in-law, I'm leaving; you all go back."

Wang Xiaohua entered the departure lounge.

He took out his mobile phone and discovered that Li Jianjia had already sent him quite a few messages on WeChat.

Li Jianjia had also come to Guangzhou, though her mother had driven her there personally.

She originally hadn't wanted her mother to drive her, but her mother insisted on taking her, and even said she'd stop by her school along the way.

"Xiao Hua, have you arrived at the airport?"

"Xiao Hua, the scenery here is nice; I'll take photos to show you."

"My mom's driving is so speechless—she keeps slamming on the brakes, it's making me carsick."

"I just passed Baiyun Airport; that airplane is so big, and the white clouds seem……"

The messages Li Jianjia sent were all sharing trivial matters, with little meaning or value, commonly called nonsense.

And saying more nonsense happened to be a major channel for enhancing their feelings.

Wang Xiaohua also shared what he saw and heard with Li Jianjia; along the way he replied to her messages quite a lot.

The two seemed to have endless topics to talk about.

Last night they even accidentally chatted until past midnight.

For Wang Xiaohua, who had strong self-discipline, this was practically unprecedented.

Wang Xiaohua felt delighted and happy inside, but because of this he also felt at a loss, even with an inexplicable anxiety of gain and loss.

He felt he was falling into depravity; originally he had already made up his mind to put all his energy into studying.

But now, things had suddenly changed.

He didn't know whether what he did was right or wrong, but he was being led by his emotions.

Now he always missed Li Jianjia, checking his phone from time to time; if he received a WeChat from Li Jianjia, he'd be very happy, and if he didn't, he'd be very downcast.

When he boarded the plane, his mobile phone was on flight mode, yet he kept looking at Li Jianjia's WeChat messages, looking again and again, never tiring of it; he finally determined that he had fallen in love.