Qi Ercai looked at this two-entrance courtyard and pondered that if they had chosen this courtyard from the start, their whole group could definitely fit.
A two-story building, with side rooms on both sides, and additional houses in the backyard.
Not to mention, each family could have two rooms; there's no need to live stretched out between the front and back courtyards like they do now, all cramped together.
Mr. Qian had an awkward expression, wiped the frost off his mustache, and said helplessly, "Brother, it's not that I don't want to tell you about this courtyard. The fact is, its history makes people feel unlucky. I've introduced it to people before, but as soon as they hear about its past, several of them nearly refused to let me introduce them to any other property."
Speaking of this, Mr. Qian felt a bit disheartened.
Qi Ercai scratched his head inside his hat, finally understanding Mr. Qian's difficulty.
But such a difficulty wasn't really anything for them.
