Her Cultivation Diary
Chapter 1033 - 1013. Homestead

Chapter 1033: 1013. Homestead

This proposal left Seventh Uncle completely baffled.

"Wait a second, let me figure this out. What exactly are you trying to do?"

However, before Zhang Yanping could respond, Seventh Uncle had already pieced it together himself.

"You’re giving me 200,000 yuan but not transferring the house. You just want me to reapply for a plot of land in the village... So basically, you’re giving me the money in exchange for the land, aren’t you?"

"So, in the end, you really want the land, huh?"

"Yeah." Zhang Yanping nodded with some embarrassment.

Nowadays, urban residents can’t simply buy rural land. If there were another way, he wouldn’t have been mulling this over for so long to finally see some hope.

But this kind of money couldn’t just be handed to anyone. After all, the land can’t be renamed. If he gives the money and the land still belongs to someone else, there’d be no way to settle it legally.

If it weren’t for Seventh Uncle constantly mentioning the house today, and for his trustworthy reputation, Zhang Yanping wouldn’t have dared to take such a risk.

After all, 200,000 yuan doesn’t just fall out of thin air!

But Seventh Uncle was still puzzled. "Then why bring up buying and not buying a house? Why not just directly tell me you want to give me money and ask me to apply for a land plot for you?"

Now Zhang Yanping felt even more awkward.

Luckily, Xin Jun was quicker on his feet. "Seventh Uncle, he’s worried too. If he just hands over the money, what happens if your kids don’t recognize it in the future? So, he’s thinking of using the money as an advance payment for a house in the urban area, signing a contract to have some paperwork. That way there’d be fewer disputes in the future."

He thought about it for a moment, organizing his words: "It’s sort of like a housing exchange."

At that remark, Seventh Uncle stopped talking.

Zhang Yanping’s approach may seem overly complicated, but considering the current circumstances, it wasn’t completely unnecessary. Although he did have a house in the urban area, his household registration hadn’t been transferred, and he still had an old home in the village. Using the excuse that the old house was uninhabitable to apply for a new land plot was within the rules.

Wu Lan had only just learned Zhang Yanping had this idea and was shocked: "Yanping, have you thought this through?"

Then she started lecturing him: "Even if you want to stay in the village, why spend money? Our family has so much land anyway!"

But Zhang Yanping shook his head. "I think Tantan is slowly establishing herself here in the village, so I want her to have her own place too. Right now, people in the village are still hesitant to spend money on old houses. If I act quickly, there’s still a chance."

"In the future, as people settle here and keep living, they’ll inevitably fix up houses. Land is limited, and my chances will be even fewer."

However, urban residents can’t easily buy land. Even if his mother agreed to move her household registration back to its original location, it wasn’t in Yunqiao Village.

Song Sancheng mulled it over and had a vague idea himself.

He had some personal considerations—such a big property would be too much for Tantan to handle alone. Yanping and his group were young, capable, and wouldn’t interfere too much... Staying in the village would ease his mind.

With that thought, Song Sancheng rarely spoke up to offer a suggestion:

"This doesn’t seem reliable. If someone reports it later, it’d be trouble—how about this, Yanping, Xin Jun, how much money do you both have? Just buy Seventh Uncle’s house outright; make sure it’s transferred."

He looked at Wu Lan, who chimed in: "If you don’t have enough, don’t worry; I’ll lend it to you."

"After you buy the house, if Seventh Uncle’s kids come back, they can stay and use the house as they like, and you can’t interfere. As long as it’s not sold, the house will basically still be theirs."

"Then, the money for buying the house can be used by Seventh Uncle to apply for the land plot and build a new house. That house would still belong to him, but you can live in it."

"With the same condition—as long as it’s not sold, you can do whatever you want with it."

Song Sancheng finished speaking and let out a sigh of relief.

"This way, no one would suffer losses if someone backs out."

Everyone fell silent.

After a while, Seventh Uncle scoffed: "Who says no one loses? At my age, what happens if I pass away? Who’s going to settle the account for the house?"

Though his words were harsh, his suggestion was solid: "Don’t worry. Our old house originally included my son’s share, which is now confirmed legally. When my wife and I pass away, ownership won’t be disputed, and it won’t be reclaimed."

...

At 5 a.m., before dawn, the sound of a car engine echoed outside the courtyard.

Song Tan stepped out of the car, took a deep breath, and finally relaxed.

She was about to wake Qiaoqiao when she noticed two people pacing back and forth outside the courtyard, dressed in their loungewear—one rough and clumsy, the other refined—but both looked ridiculous circling around like that.

Song Tan frowned: "Are the two of you feverish?"

No sooner had she spoken than the two rushed excitedly toward the gate, lowering their voices with a thrilled expression:

"Tantan! We bought a house!"

"Huh?" Song Tan froze.

Seeing Zhang Yanping look positively giddy like he’d struck gold in some illicit deal, Song Tan wasted no time and turned to Xin Jun: "You explain."

Xin Jun thought for a moment and summed it up: "We used a housing exchange method to get our own land plot in the village. By spring, we can start building the house."

Song Tan: ... Well summarized. Next time, don’t summarize.

Those two were truly over the moon. After listening to their convoluted explanation, Song Tan finally understood the backstory. She couldn’t help but rejoice: "Seventh Uncle’s house isn’t cheap—you guys have enough money?"

"Who are you doubting!" Zhang Yanping puffed out his chest with pride. "Before coming to your place to work hard, I could still earn decently. I’ve saved up over 200,000 yuan."

"Seventh Uncle’s house is asking for 900,000 yuan, which is below market price. Xin Jun and I pooled together 450,000 each to make it work."

Zhang Yanping barely had 200,000 yuan left, and since it was a co-purchase, securing a loan was tricky. Thankfully, Wu Lan and Song Sancheng shared the same opinion—better to keep relatives around when possible!

So they generously offered loans.

As for Xin Jun...

He rarely spent money because he lacked the desire to shop, so money wasn’t much of an issue for him.

However...

Song Tan grew curious: "So you two plan not to split households in the future? Live together?"

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!" Zhang Yanping glared at her: "What do you mean by not splitting households? Were we a household to begin with? A single land plot, build a courtyard wall, split it into two sides—works perfectly well!"

"Fine, fine!" Song Tan replied casually. "Build it, split it!"

As they were talking, Qiaoqiao staggered out of the car sleepily and suddenly froze:

"Oh! I really woke up and we’re home already!"

Then she glanced at Xin Jun and Zhang Yanping in their pajamas, frowned, sighed dramatically, and spoke with some world-weary maturity: "Sigh... Yanping Brother, what’s happened to you? Look at yourself now!"

Zhang Yanping: ???

What happened? What do I look like? What did I do?

Song Tan stifled her laughter, thinking it really did look like he’d been sneaking around with a mistress while being disdained by the "old wife" back home.

But Qiaoqiao didn’t answer him. Instead, she changed the subject and raised her foot:

"Look at my new shoes! Aren’t they cute?"