Zhou Lanqin entered Lu Jingqiu's courtyard and, just like everyone else, fell in love with the place.
She had previously disapproved of the young couple renovating the rented yard, but now she thought the renovations were well done.
It was a pity that the house had been unoccupied for months.
Now the furniture was all in place, and Carpenter Uncle had built her flower beds on the third-floor rooftop and along the walls in the first-floor courtyard using scrap wood.
Zhou Lanqin said the flower beds were a nice touch. After they had put away their things, they hurried home, and on the way they ran into a countryman from the suburbs selling cured meat. Zhou Lanqin thought the cured meat looked good.
"Young man, how much for this cured meat?"
"Auntie, two yuan per pound."
"Oh, that's not cheap."
The man showed off a broad, white smile and said, "Auntie, it doesn't require meat coupons, and the weight is exact."