My Stepbrother Is a Little Pitiful (ChatGPT Translated)

☆ 69. Chapter 68. Buying a House, Buying a House

Chapter 68. Buying a House

Cheng Songer nodded, "Okay, but I need to see your shop."

Saying that, Cheng Songer lifted her foot and walked inside. Both the father and son had a strong aversion to women, and they hugged each other. If it weren't for seeing Cheng Qingzhi, another man, standing behind her, they probably wouldn't have let her in.

Last time she came to buy fabric, Cheng Songer didn't get a clear view of the entire shop. But now, the things in the clothing store had been mostly looted by refugees, and she could see the layout of the entire shop at a glance.

The entire shop seemed to be about 100 square meters, spacious and without any obstructions, very bright.

With over 100 square meters, it was enough to open a hot pot restaurant.

Cheng Songer felt quite satisfied and asked, "How much grain do you want?"

The man's eyes lit up. In such chaotic times, just surviving was already extremely difficult for the father and son. His wife was killed by bandits, and he was also abused by refugees. He was planning to end his life when suddenly he heard someone willing to buy the shop left to them by his wife, giving him a glimmer of hope.

He was both shocked and delighted and tentatively said, "50 catties."

"50 catties?" Cheng Songer lowered her head and pondered. Selling 10 catties of grain to Landlord Liu would require one catty of gold. Wasn't that too much of a loss?

Seeing her silence, the man immediately knew that he had asked for too much.

But if they didn't have grain, the father and son wouldn't last a few days before following his wife. By then, wouldn't those greedy relatives get the shop at a cheap price?

Even if they miraculously survived this famine, he and his child were both men and had no say within the clan. The shop would still be divided among the relatives.

Since that was the case, it was better to sell it to the person in front of them and protect themselves and their child. Being alive was better than anything else.

The man gritted his teeth and said, "This shop also comes with a small courtyard behind it. If you are sincerely interested, I will sell it to you together."

"What kind of courtyard? Take me to see it," Cheng Songer showed obvious interest when the courtyard was mentioned.

"Follow me." The man supported his weak legs and held the hand of the little boy, walking towards the back hall with difficulty.

Cheng Qingzhi looked at the two of them and was reminded of his own difficult survival during the famine many years ago. He lowered his eyes with a sense of desolation.

Walking into the backyard, the first thing that caught the eye was a courtyard of about 50 square meters, along with a small house. Although the house was not big, it was enough for Cheng Songer and Cheng Qingzhi to live in.

"How about it?" Cheng Songer asked Cheng Qingzhi beside her.

"You decide." Cheng Qingzhi replied.

"I can't make the decision alone. This will be our home from now on, so you have to like it for me to buy it." Cheng Songer held his hand, her almond eyes filled with a gentle smile.

He finally had a home.

Cheng Songer pinched his slender fingers. During this time, he hadn't done any heavy work except cooking, and the calluses on his palms had faded a bit. It felt more comfortable to pinch them now. "What do you think of this house? If you don't like it, we can go see other houses."