Jingji real estate dentistry is in progress.

The old agent recommended two cheaper houses. Seeing that the father and son were still not responding, they knew that they had no money.

He put away the room list in his hand without a trace and asked quietly: "My husband just shakes his head. It seems that the villain's recommendation is not eye-catching."

"Your recommendations are all very good," Zhao Shouzheng stammered and said embarrassedly: "Helpless, 'The whole family is in the autumn wind, and the September clothes are not cut'..."

"Uh, what does it mean?" The old agent, Monk Zhang Er, was confused. "It's only February, why did it be September?"

"My father means that we don't have much money and can't afford to rent a house too expensive," Zhao Hao explained helplessly.

"So that's it." The old agent shook his head, feeling a little tired. These poor scholars need face to save their lives and death, and they made the word "poverty" so strange.

He picked up another house slip and handed it to the father and son and said, "This house is cheaper, so my husband can find it yourself."

After saying that, he said hello and didn't say a word, so he got up and went to have tea.

"What kind of face!" Zhao Shouzheng muttered unhappily. "People who ignore the truth dare to shy their faces."

"Just get used to it." Zhao Hao comforted him and looked through the stack of house lists carefully.

Zhao Shouzheng was a product who was not idle. Seeing this, he withdrew his gaze and drank tea leisurely. In a blink of an eye, he forgot about his unhappiness.

After a while, Zhao Hao made a decision and pointed to a house list and said, "Go here to take a look."

Most of the time later.

The old agent drove the carriage and took the father and son to Caijia Lane ten miles away from the Imperial College.

Zhao Hao and his son jumped out of the car, followed the old agent into an alley, walked a few steps inside, and reached outside a depressed courtyard.

"That's it." The old agent took out the key and dealt with the rusty iron lock on the door.

Looking at the windy and rotten broken courtyard gate and the crumbling adobe wall, both father and son looked embarrassed.

Finally, the old agent opened the door lock and pushed it open with a creak.

"Come in and take a look, what a spacious yard."

The father and son gritted their teeth and went into the yard, and saw the broken branches and leaves all over the yard, the house was short of windows and tiles, and it was air-flowing and rainy, and it was so dilapidated that it was unimaginable.

"Can you live in this?" Zhao Shouzheng coughed repeatedly and asked the old agent in surprise.

"This is Nanjing City. You can't rent a decent house for two or two taels a month!" The old agent rolled his eyes and said, "Three main houses in a separate courtyard, two wing rooms in the east and west, less than ten miles away from the Imperial College. You only need to collect one or two taels of silver in a month. What else do the guest officials want? Can you live in vain?"

"Speak well, don't be sarcastic!" Zhao Hao shouted coldly, "Another nonsense, let's go to another house to rent a house."

"Okay, okay..." The man still couldn't do anything, let alone that agent even paid for car money, how could he ruin the business for the benefit of words?

"This house is really bad and there is no one to live in." Zhao Hao seemed very dissatisfied and said to Zhao Shouzheng: "Let's take a look again."

"If you want to find a cheaper one, you have to leave Nanjing City." After dealing with two poor people for so long, the old agent was already very impatient, so he was still willing to continue paying for carts and horses.

"Isn't it just that I haven't cleaned for a long time? I'm not the same living?" The old agent was determined to push the door of the main hall and said, "Look at the inside, there is so much furniture..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the main hall fell down.

With a bang, the house was filled with dust, and the father and son hurriedly covered their noses and retreated.

When the old agent came out in a dirt, Zhao Hao sneered: "Even a door is gone, how can you live in someone?"

"Isn't it enough to repair it yourself?" The old agent slapped the dust on his body in a mess and coughed repeatedly.

"You'd better fix it and take it out." Zhao Hao pulled his father out with a firm expression.

"Don't, don't leave!" The old agent hurriedly caught up and said with a bitter face: "I admit that I won't have to pay the rent annually. I'll be able to move in immediately if I pay one or three taels of silver. Is this the whole thing?"

Zhao Hao was happy. The so-called "those who think that goods are the buyers" were the ones. He actually wanted to rent this house. The old agent said nothing wrong. It was impossible to rent a house with a separate courtyard within ten miles of the Imperial College.

What's more, the father and son have a total of more than ten taels of silver. Even if they rent it, they will still not even have enough money to eat. Now they only need to pay a small portion of the rent to live. What difficulties can't be overcome?

I can always stay there when I clean up!

Well, it seems that the old agent has said this.

"Son, don't be too forced..." Zhao Shouzheng pulled Zhao Hao aside, and said with a disbelief: "Since you don't want to, just look elsewhere..."

"I don't dislike it. I said it deliberately in order to pay less money." Zhao Hao explained helplessly.

"So that's it, it's cunning, oh no, wit!" Zhao Shouzheng suddenly realized and said to the old agent:

"Just rent this!"

After the decision was made, Zhao Shouzheng followed the old agent's carriage and went back to the Yashang to handle the delivery. Zhao Hao stayed in the courtyard.

Seeing the dilapidated and desolate yard, there was not even a place to sit, his heart felt absurd and unparalleled.

The experiences these days are really like a dream. I thought it would take time to move forward, but I finally became the eldest master. I could enjoy the fun of drinking and drinking, bullying men and women, and at the least I could have a soft meal. Unexpectedly, I fell into such a field in the blink of an eye...

But no matter how long he sighed, he could not change any reality. After a while of loss, Zhao Hao cheered up his spirit, rolled up his sleeves, and prepared to clean up his life.

But he searched all the houses but couldn't even find a broom.

Looking at the three-legged chairs and two-legged beds in the house, Zhao Hao didn't even have the strength to smile bitterly. As expected, he bought it from Nanjing to Beijing and had no selling skills. I guess he couldn't rent this house, so the old agent would take the initiative to make concessions.

When he returned to the yard, Zhao Hao remembered that there was a blacksmith shop at the entrance of the alley, so he planned to borrow some guys to come back.

The blacksmith shop arrived with his foot. Zhao Hao stood at the door of the shop and looked inside. He saw that the furnace was destroyed and the ironwork was hung on the wall, and it seemed that it was not open.

However, when he heard the old man's coughing sounds coming from the inner room, it was obvious that someone had it.

After hesitating for a moment, Zhao Hao stepped in and was about to ask loudly inside, is anyone there?

Before he could speak, the black cotton curtain was lifted up, and a strong man with a strong figure and ferocious birth was sent out to a man dressed in a doctor with a medicine box on his back.

"Oh, your father's disease is probably beyond cure." The doctor whispered to the strong man with a serious expression.

The strong man was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and stammered, "It will kill someone if you hit him?"

"Oh, it's been too long..." The doctor shook his head repeatedly, as if he was blamed for not looking for him earlier.

The strong man's eyes were red, and he held it in a while before he cried, "I didn't dare to delay. The doctor has seen it better and has taken more than a dozen doses of medicine, but it has not been effective."

"There is no way to be a doctor. If you treat the disease but not your life, prepare your father for funeral." The doctor said as he raised his foot and walked over the threshold and was about to go out.

Zhao Hao, who had been ignored by the two of them, suddenly interrupted, "Have you ever used wormwood?"

The doctor then discovered that there was another person in the blacksmith shop. He was medical authority on this street. How could he allow this young boy to question him?

Then he stood up and looked at Zhao Hao with a penis face and said, "Don't pretend you don't know. The "Back to Elbow" used Artemisia annua. What kind of medicinal material is Artemisia vera. I have never heard of it."

Zhao Hao was about to explain, but he continued to scold him coldly: "What's more, doctors who have been repeatedly verified for thousands of years have no way to cure malaria with Artemisia."

"Of course Artemisia annua cannot cure malaria, only Artemisia annua can do it." Zhao Hao said confidently.
Chapter completed!