Transmigration: The Little Chef Calls The Shots-Chapter 801 - 102 My home!

Chen Zhu’s neighbor is Lin Jiaxin.

"Who?" Lin Jiaxiao’s mind was filled with the soon-to-be-acquired house and silver, and he momentarily failed to react.

Lin Jiazhong, however, was alert and shot his younger brother an impatient glance, saying, "It’s Lin Jiaxin, that little disaster star Lin Yuan’s nest!"

That family?

Lin Jiaxiao couldn’t help sighing. He had originally wished to discard that family like trash, and now, ironically, they had bought the house of this person’s neighbor. Weren’t they just eager to follow in their footsteps?

Lin Jiaxiao hesitated, tugging at his elder brother’s sleeve, "How about we just forget it?"

Lin Jiazhong also wavered but then thought of his son’s future marriage and the mountain of debt. He made up his mind decisively, "Why forget it? Neighbor it is, then! After all, we won’t be living there. The Lin Jiaxin family is unlikely to trouble an old widow. As long as our mother doesn’t provoke them, they will surely not come looking for trouble!"

With that, the brothers finally settled the matter of the house. Lin Jiazhong had come with silver, gathered from every corner of the house, exactly one tael of silver when pooled together.

The old village chief glanced at the assortment of small silver pieces in his palm and said, "When Chen Zhu moved his parents out, Old man Chen specifically sent someone to tell me they no longer wanted the house and that I could dispose of it as I wished."

This house, when Old man Chen’s family fled to Zhuma Town, was sold to them at a low price by the old village chief out of pity, only half a tael of silver.

Now that their son had made it big and they had silver at home, they naturally looked down on such a cheap, shabby little house. So, when they handed the house back to the old village chief, they didn’t ask for any silver. It wasn’t that they had forgotten; they disdained to take it. A mere half tael of silver was, in Chen Zhu’s eyes, utterly insignificant.

"So, I don’t want your silver for this house either. I’m giving it to you for free; let your mother move in," the old village chief looked at the two of them again and added, "Originally, I was giving you the house for free to live in, so I would have taken it back after your mother’s passing. But since you’re going to spend your own silver to build a house, I’ll just give you the yard. After your mother dies, you brothers can do with it as you please."

When the old village chief made this declaration, both brothers were overjoyed, not expecting to get a yard for free without spending a penny. Such great fortune was truly delightful.

The brothers thanked him profusely before leaving. The old village chief watched their departing figures and sighed deeply, "I hope this gesture can help resolve the conflict within your family. As an old man, I would have then done a good deed."

After Lin Jiazhong’s brothers returned home, they explained the housing situation to Lady Yang. They had expected her to disagree with living next to Lin Jiaxin, but to their surprise, Lady Yang accepted the news with unusual calmness, startling both brothers.

With the house situation settled, Lin Jiazhong, eager to move to the North Room, hurriedly found someone to build Lady Yang’s house. He specifically went to see Chen Zhu’s house and when he compared it to Lin Yuan’s house with its red bricks and green tiles, this house seemed like a slum.

Lin Jiazhong’s face burned with embarrassment, and he hurriedly left with unusually quick steps, entering the yard to clear out everything usable from the house. But as a scholar, he wasn’t accustomed to much physical labor; he picked up two pieces of wood and was already gasping for breath.

Supporting his waist while catching his breath, he suddenly heard voices in the yard. After carefully discerning, he recognized them to be Lin Yuan and Xia Zheng. Subconsciously, he wanted to find somewhere to hide, but the house was such a mess that there was no place to conceal himself, which made him both anxious and panicked.

"Eh? Is Aunt Chen back? Why is the house’s lock open?" Lin Yuan passed by Chen Zhu’s house every day, accustomed to seeing it locked, so it was natural for her to be curious when she saw the gate open today.

Xia Zheng, however, raised an eyebrow and snorted irritably, "Aunt Chen? I think what you’re really hoping for is Chen Zhu’s return, right?"

Lin Yuan’s lips curled into a smile, giving him a sidelong glance, the man was jealous again over nothing.

"Yeah, I really am waiting for that Chen Zhu to return! No, not Chen Zhu, Chen Shimei! I want to see him get kicked out by that County Magistrate’s daughter and end up beaten black and blue. I want to humiliate him to his face, to show him what it means to dig his own grave, to teach him how the higher you climb, the harder you fall!"