Since Yi Qing had decided to stay here for the time being, and the inn was noisy and uncomfortable, Yi Qing and Xiao Lang decided to rent a house.
However, they heard that they only had to stay for a month, and not many people were willing to rent it out to them.
At that time, Qing Yi had already followed the middle-aged man to a small courtyard. Because she really liked the location and layout of the courtyard, she had planned to pay more silver to rent it.
"Madam, I really can't." The middle-aged man laughed bitterly, "The owner of this house wanted to sell it, but he didn't sell it. So he thought it would be good to rent it out and exchange it for some silver. "But you are a stranger, and your master is not at ease; and if you rent for a month or two, and destroy everything in the house, will it not be a loss to your master?"
This kind of mood was understandable, especially for Yi Qing, who felt that every blade of grass in the yard was very diligent.