Chapter 151

Six hundred taels of silver is enough to buy a big house in Xiaoyuan town with a big four quarters and a front and back yard. But in the capital, it's only enough to buy an old house in Ninghe lane, which has been abandoned for nearly ten years. The two bedroom kitchen is in the yard, and the yard is pitifully small.

Looking at the desolate and dilapidated house in front of him, Yuan Hao sighed. He missed his big house in Xipo village. It was spacious and bright, and even the wind was sweet.

Here, the eyes are decadent and dilapidated, the eyes are dusty and filthy.

"I look good. I'll be able to live after I've cleaned up." Yuanqiu is always optimistic. It's better to have your own house than those who go to the streets, suffer from hunger and cold, or look at the landlord's white eyes on the net?

Yuan Hao thought of what his sister had said and swept away the haze in his heart. He rolled up his sleeve and said with a smile, "let's start, but we have to clean it up before sunset."

The sister and brother were busy for a while. They cleaned the desks, chairs, beds and stools in the house, cleaned up the thick dust of cobwebs, cleaned up the unused waste and old things out of the house, and sorted out the messy yard. They were busy until the evening.

Yuan Hao is always hungry after doing physical work. He is so hungry that his chest is close to his back and his stomach is growling, but he is too embarrassed to say so. He just keeps pouring water and drinking.

Yuan Qiu saw that the kitchen utensils were not working, and there were no cooking materials, so he proposed to go out to eat. Yuan Hao immediately responded, and even put down his things and ran to the gate of the courtyard to wait for yuan Qiu.

Yuanqiu couldn't stand up straight with laughter. This boy is so cute.

Ninghe lane is not very big, but there is a small street across the whole Ninghe lane. The length of the street is only 600 meters or 700 meters.

In such a small street, there are many shops. Needless to say, there are the most people who sell food. There are also people who haggle and sell cotton. There are also meat shops, pastry shops, wine shops, cooked food shops, and all kinds of things that can be used in life.

It's like a market for the poor. There are no high-end goods, only what they need. Naturally, the selling price is cheaper than that of the shops outside.

The rich don't want to come here, and the poor can't afford to buy things outside. They live in their own world, as if they don't belong to the prosperous capital, and as if the city has forgotten them.

The two brothers and sisters were in a small noodle shop not far from home. They ordered a bowl of beef noodles and a plate of steamed stuffed buns.

Not to mention, the shop is small and dilapidated. The craftsmanship of the Keren shop is no worse than that of the chefs in the restaurants outside. The soup is fragrant, the noodles are strong, and the meat is thick. It can be said that it is a rare conscience shop.

Yuanqiu's cooking skill is very good, so she can't praise others easily, because she can't eat anything that makes her praise. But today, with this bowl of beef noodles, she gives the old lady a thumbs up: "Auntie, your skill is extraordinary! It's really delicious. "

When she heard someone praise her, she couldn't close her mouth with a smile. She waved her hand and said, "young people are sweet. So, this is the tiger skin egg just made. Take it and have a taste." Then she brought a small dish with two bright yellow tiger skin eggs in it. It was very attractive.

"Thank you very much. You have enough noodles. We're all full. We'll take the steamed buns and tiger skin eggs back and eat them later."

The old lady quickly took a piece of butter paper and quickly wrapped the steamed buns and tiger skin eggs in it: "look, your face is very raw. Do you live in Ninghe lane?"

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