Traveling through books in the 70s: The group favors the Wang family’s little koi carp

After talking to this point, I took someone else's plaster again.

Being short-tongued and soft-handed when taking advantage of others, Shen Jin and the others couldn't hide their intentions.

What's more, there is no need to hide and tuck in. It's not like they haven't introduced the street kid who is hiding in Tibet.

Nothing shameful.

Chen Hongying pointed upward: "Auntie, we were introduced to look at the house."

"Looking at a house?" The round-faced aunt looked at the three of them with a vague look and asked, "Which house are you looking at? Do you want to buy a house?"

"Yes." After applying the plaster, Chen Hongying walked up a little bit, saying as she walked, "Look at the four-story house."

"We were told by someone that the fourth floor of this unit building seems to be for sale. I wonder if my aunt knows about it."

Hearing this, the round-faced aunt took an exaggerated step back, her round face full of disbelief: "You want to see the room on the west side of the fourth floor?"

"A rich old man's house?!"

This... Shen Jin and the others have never asked if the owner of the haunted house is named Fu.

But I heard the aunt said it was a four-story west house, so she was absolutely right.

The three of them smiled and nodded, politely and calmly.

But in the eyes of the round-faced aunt, it looked like the three poor little people were about to go astray.

She grabbed Chen Hongying who came to her side and whispered: "Girl, do you know that the house you are going to look at... well, a lot of people have died."

After all, it was the first time she had seen him. No matter how enthusiastic she was, she could not open her mouth and say that it was a haunted house with unlucky feng shui, so she could only give her a hint.

She thought that these three young people were deceived, but the girl with sprained ankle actually smiled and said back to her: "I know."

Did you know that you still want to see the house?

The round-faced aunt emphasized: "I'm not joking with you, I'm dead and old, just upstairs in my house."

"Let me calculate, there are six people in total. How can you come over to see a house like this? You can't get it for free!"

She was blocking the middle of the stairs, and Chen Hongying was a little embarrassed: "Auntie, we just came to take a look."

"And we don't believe this."

After saying this, it was obvious that the round-faced aunt showed disapproval on her face.

If he wanted to say anything more, he saw a man in his thirties, wearing dark blue overalls, coming up from behind them.

The man looked serious and frowned. He just nodded slightly when he saw the round-faced aunt.

Then he turned to Shen Jin and the others and said, "Are you here to see the house?"

"I've listened down below. Come on, come up with me. I'm the current owner. I'm late because of something."

The man spoke sharply and never said a word to the round-faced aunt from beginning to end.

The round-faced aunt looked a little embarrassed when she saw this.

Anyone here secretly chatting with others about how many people have died in a house, and the current owner of the house is listening to it, will definitely feel uncomfortable.

Smiling sheepishly at Chen Hongying and the others, the round-faced aunt turned around and returned home as if she was running away.

Fu Cang glanced at her back and let out an unclear sneer.

"Let's go, ignore her, use a chicken feather as an arrow, and she will become a roadblock."

Halfway through, he noticed that Chen Hongying's legs and feet were not feeling well, and Fu Cang paused.

Without him asking, Chen Hongying waved her hand directly: "There's nothing wrong with my foot. Come on first, comrade. I just twisted it because I didn't look at the road when I came here."

As soon as he finished speaking, not only did he not get a polite reply, but he heard another sneer.

It was no different from the one just now.

Shen Youpeng thought that his sneer was directed at Chen Hongying, and his face immediately darkened: "Comrade, what do you mean?"

Fu Cang: "It's okay, I just suddenly thought of something interesting."

He didn't mean to say more, nor did he say whether he was laughing at Chen Hongying.

It's as if he's about to turn the page after a casual and perfunctory sentence.

Shen Youpeng's face became darker and he was about to go downstairs while supporting his fiancée.

If there is such a homeowner, it doesn’t matter if he doesn’t look at the house.

If you still have this attitude towards old people and strangers like them, then you will have to buy a house from him in the future.

Wouldn’t it be more important to look at his face?

Shen Youpeng believed that he was not a promising person, but no matter how promising he was, there was no way that his younger sister and fiancée would have to endure such leisure for the sake of his marital home.

Chen Hongying was competing with Shen Youpeng and refused to leave: "Youpeng, what are you doing?"

"Forgot something down there? Don't go down to look for it yet. Uncle Song is still waiting upstairs."

As she spoke, she turned her back to the landlord and winked crazily at Shen Youpeng.

Maybe Chen Hongying didn't know where Shen Youpeng's anger came from, but this time it was different.

Even if they don't give the landlord face, they still have to give Nannan her Uncle Song's face.

Such a big leader would accompany them everywhere in order to find a house for them.

How could they go in without even taking a look, just turn around and leave? There is no such thing as doing things, and the girl will not be able to get off the stage when the time comes.

They are elder brothers and sisters, so they can't cheat on their younger sister like this.

It's not that Chen Hongying has no Qi Xing, it's just that she knows better than Qi Xing that she can't make things difficult for Nannan and Song Ziqiang.

……

Song Ziqiang: "What's going on?" Why were you so happy when you came here, but when you go upstairs, everyone has a big face?

Fu Cang: "They met the neighbor downstairs."

Song Ziqiang threw down the broom in his hand: "I said, why did it take so long to come up? What happened? Did the neighbor say something bad?"

As soon as these words came out, Shen Jin and the others said nothing with tense expressions.

On the other hand, Fu Cang, who had a serious face all the way, was a little embarrassed. He touched his nose and said, "No, it was me who said something unpleasant."

"This little comrade may have misunderstood. There are ears in the partition wall in the corridor. I won't explain more. No, it's just a misunderstanding."

He closed the door tightly as he spoke and stretched out his right hand: "Let me introduce you again. I am Fu Cang. You can call me Comrade Fu or Brother Fu."

"When I was going upstairs, I heard this lesbian say that she twisted her legs and laughed. I was not laughing at this lesbian."

He said, paused, and finally explained: "I don't look down on you, I just look down on the old lady downstairs."

"I've made you misunderstand, I'd like to apologize first."

Fu Cang's attitude now is much better than before.

Although Shen Youpeng was puzzled, his quality was right here, and people stretched out their hands in front of him.

He was still apologizing, so he couldn't hold back and scorn others.

He raised his hand and shook it back, then asked bluntly: "What does Comrade Fu mean by this?"

Fu Cang stretched out his hand and motioned for everyone to sit down and talk.

"You should have noticed that I don't have a good look on the old lady downstairs."

"It's not that I don't respect the elderly, it's just that...hey, I don't even know what to say to you."

After all, this was the first time I met him, and he came over to look at the house and prepare to buy it.

If you talk less, you will complain, if you talk too much, you will talk briefly and deeply.

Especially this was not the first wave of people who came to look at the house. He had said the same thing no less than ten times.

There are only a few trustworthy people, and some even suspect that he deliberately poured dirty water on the innocent old man downstairs in order to clear up the reputation of his haunted house.

When it comes to character axis, the explanation is unclear.

The more times he did it, the more he began to wonder if he was doing unnecessary things.