1978 Synthetic Writers

Chapter 118 Imperial Courtyard
The two sides have reached an agreement and have agreed to go to the Housing Management Office in a few days to complete the formalities.

Jin Baojun took his wife and said goodbye.

The remaining family of three sat in the house and had a tea party.

"Are you really determined to buy it?"

Jiang Guoqing frowned and said, "I asked around these past two days and heard that the yards in Xicheng District only cost 5,000 to 6,000 yuan, and the good yards only cost 6,000 to 7,000 yuan."

“So much cheaper?”

Rao Yuemei couldn't sit still when she heard this and tried to dissuade him, "Why don't we go to Xicheng District and buy a house? We can save the three or four thousand and put it in a bank for a fixed deposit. We can earn two or three hundred yuan in interest a year, which is almost half a year's salary for others."

"." Jiang Xian didn't refute immediately.

From the perspective of people of this era, his father and mother were indeed very thoughtful. They came from the planned economy era, their thinking and cognition were based on welfare housing, and they had never experienced inflation. They had to break a 10-yuan Great Unity note into pieces to spend.

From their perspective, no matter where the yard is bought, it is still a yard and is located in the capital.

It's such a waste of money to spend thousands of extra dollars.

But Jiang Xian came from the future after all. He had experienced the scenery after the reform and opening up, knew what commercial housing was, knew that a courtyard house was worth several small goals, and knew that the land in the imperial city was hard to come by.

"How about this, I'll ask someone in Xicheng District to inquire for you. At least it's cheaper than the place in Jingshan East." Jiang Guoqing continued to persuade.

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Jiang Xian didn't object. "Please ask around first. If I find a suitable one, I'll buy a few more."

"What did you say?" Jiang Guoqing and Rao Yuemei didn't understand what he meant for a moment.

Jiang Xian calmly explained, "What I mean is, I will buy a suitable house in Xicheng District after I have cleaned up this yard."

"."

Crazy, crazy!
My son is addicted to buying courtyard houses!

Rao Yuemei hurriedly touched his forehead.

"One yard is not enough? You have a golden house to hide your mistress. That's a 500-square-meter yard! It would be enough for you to marry a dozen more wives!"

When Jiang Guoqing heard this, he quickly covered her mouth, fearing that his words would be heard by the neighbors. This was a habit left over from that era.

"Comrade Rao Yuemei, what time is it now? What are you talking about? It's nonsense, and your head is full of feudal ideas!"

Jiang Guoqing first criticized Rao Yuemei. At this time, the man had a high status in the family, so his mother did not argue.

After criticizing, he looked at Jiang Xian again, and seeing that he had made up his mind, he stopped trying to dissuade him.

"Do you have 10,000 yuan? Your mother and I don't have much savings, so we can only give you 1,000 yuan at best."

"I have enough money, so you two should keep the money for repairing the yard."

The yard in Jingshan East Hutong has been abandoned for some years. It is definitely not habitable for the time being and it will cost money to renovate it. Besides, Jiang Xian does not have the time to watch over the yard every day. The work of renovating the yard will have to be left to his parents.

After returning to the Beijing Film Studio, Jiang Xian asked Zhang Jie to borrow some money.

He couldn't afford ten thousand yuan now, and he had a total of more than six thousand yuan on him. Once the royalties from Renwen Publishing House and Beijing Literature and Art were paid, he should be able to collect the ten thousand yuan.

Zhang Jie had saved up a lot of royalties, and they were familiar with each other, so when Jiang Xian mentioned it, she readily lent it to him.

"Teacher Zhang, instead of putting your money in the bank, I think you should buy a yard." He kindly reminded her. "Buy a yard?" Zhang Jie didn't quite understand.

"Look at the inflation this year. Prices have all gone up. We have just started the reform. What about the future?" Jiang Xian stopped there.

After the reform and opening up, my country's first relatively obvious inflation occurred in 1979 and 1980, with the inflation rate exceeding 5%.

However, at that time the country paid great attention to economic indicators, and as soon as there were signs, it took quick action to control them.

The next day, I met Jin Baojun again and ran around to handle the procedures for the courtyard in Jingshan East Hutong, which was under the jurisdiction of the Jingshan Sub-district Office.

It took two days to finally transfer the property rights to Jiang Xian's name.

"Brother, I was a little worried that you would delay giving me the money, but I didn't expect you to be so forthcoming." After receiving the money, Jin Baojun and his wife were both very happy.

"Since I want your yard, I won't drag my feet." Jiang Xian chuckled.

He also had his own plans in mind. The reason why he had to pay the borrowed money quickly was because he was afraid that Jin Baojun would suddenly have some other plans, or that some expert would pop up from nowhere and give him some advice, causing something unexpected to happen.

"What do you do for a living?" Jin Baojun asked him.

He can easily scrape out 10,000 yuan, which makes him a big shot in Beijing.

However, seeing that they still rent a house and don't seem like a wealthy family, I can't help but worry about the source of the money.

"I'm just a writer, and I write something." Jiang Xian explained to him.

"Oh, a writer, no wonder." Jin Baojun suddenly felt that it made sense. Since being a writer was a high-income profession, it was quite reasonable to pay 10,000 yuan.

"I don't have much left to pack up in this yard, so I'll consider these remaining old things as gifts to you." Jin Baojun patted his chest generously.

This sounds generous, but in reality, what needed to be cleaned up has already been cleaned up, and the rest has been left here for so many years that what should have been moldy has gotten moldy, and what should have been rotten has already rotted.

He said goodbye to Jin Baojun and sent the couple to the entrance of the alley.

Seeing the two of them talking and laughing with sweet looks on their faces, Jiang Xian was also sincerely happy for them.

Like an old man, he put his hands behind his back, turned back to the gate of the courtyard and closed the vermilion door.

He did not mind the secluded courtyard and strolled around it alone, going around the east and west wing rooms, from the front yard to the inner yard, and made two circles by himself.

Looking back, the floating snow on the ground left a row of his footprints, some deep and some shallow. It was a very enjoyable feeling!
"Is this my yard?" He still felt it was a little unreal.

Standing under the square eaves of the inner courtyard, looking far into the distance, to the south, you can vaguely glimpse the red walls and black tiles of the Forbidden City, and to the west, there is a striking emerald green hillside, which is the center of the capital, Jingshan. It is said that it was made of mud dug from the Jinshui River by Zhu Di. Living in this courtyard, you can be said to be living by the mountain and the water.

In a few decades, a Chinese statue will be built in the east, but there is none now.

The whole yard was covered with snow. Jiang Xian bent down and made a snowman in the middle of the inner yard with great interest.

After finishing the work, he clapped his hands and thought about a plan to renovate it.

"This winding corridor must be restored, and the landscape screen wall must be rebuilt. A swing under the big locust tree will be very stylish."

The locust tree symbolizes luxuriant branches and leaves. The previous generation plants the tree and the next generation enjoys the shade. The locust tree planted by Li Hongzhang in his own yard was a locust tree.

In fact, it is not a good idea to plant locust trees in a courtyard, as it will affect the lighting.

Fortunately, Jiang Xian's yard is big enough, and this big locust tree looks quite appropriate.

(End of this chapter)