The tavern Xu Shu booked was not far from the hutong courtyard. While they were ordering, Song Wei decided to take Song Yuanbao home with the things first.
Standing in the square courtyard, looking up, one could only see a palm-sized sky. Song Yuanbao was stunned for a while before asking Song Wei, "Dad, is this house you bought yourself?"
Song Wei was moving things into the study. Upon hearing the question, he looked at his son, "What's the matter?"
"This must have cost a lot of money, right?"
Whether in the previous letters to his parents or during the half-year return for the provincial exam, Song Wei never mentioned the money for buying a house.
However, Song Yuanbao had heard that real estate prices in the Capital were outrageously high. His father's courtyard was close to the Imperial College, and without asking, he knew it was in a prime location, so it wouldn't be cheap.
After moving things, Song Wei fetched a bucket of water from the well to wash his hands.
