Chapter 202 Finding a Place

And so, the 11 people squeezed into this small temple and stayed there for the entire night.

Early the next morning, the middle-aged man took out five large yellow croakers and handed them to He Caiwei: "Sister, this is yesterday's reward. Do you have any food on you? I'd like to trade with you for some..." The middle-aged man was Chen Songbai. Seeing that they had three or four large packages on them, and considering that they had come by small boat, it was clear that these three were from well-off families.

Seeing his son and daughter looking so dejected, he couldn't bear it and had no choice but to swallow his pride and come to find the little girl.

"Yes, steamed buns, flatbreads, and some pickled vegetables..." He Caiwei had already planned to prepare some dry food for them after receiving the five large yellow croakers.

Just then, the older man mentioned it, and she gave it to him directly.

The package contained 10 boxes of steamed buns, 10 cornbreads, a water pouch, a small bottle of pickled vegetables, and 10 fruit candies.

The sugar would help replenish her blood sugar; the woman looked like she had low blood sugar, her face was frighteningly pale.

"Miss, do you have any local currency? If so, could you exchange some?" Chen Songbai asked nervously, a common symptom of being in a foreign land.

"I have some, but I don't know the exchange rate here, so I'll just exchange a little for you first. I don't have any more." He Caiwei took out some money.

"Thank you!" Chen Songbai pulled out another large yellow croaker from his pocket, exchanged it for some Hong Kong dollars, and then returned to his family. He Caiwei turned around and left with her two older brothers.

After changing their clothes, they looked almost indistinguishable from the locals, and even more refined.

He Caiwei listened carefully to the people talking as she walked. It took her about half an hour to see any signs of human activity after she came out of the dilapidated temple.

There's a small village here, quite far from the dilapidated temple. The people there look similar to the farmers from their hometown; their clothes also have patches, just not as many.

Finally, we reached the main road and saw a bus.

After carefully examining the bus sign, they realized that they were in Fuhai District, which is two districts away from Mingzhu District.

It takes 15 bus stops to get to Mingzhu District from here. He Caiwei looked at the bus stop signs. Although they were all in traditional Chinese characters, they were not difficult to understand at all.

She found the Mary Church in the Pearl District on the bus stop sign; their house was located next to the Mary Church.

You need to take bus number 5 to get there; it will cost HK$9 for three people.

He Caiwei readily paid the fare and got on the bus. He didn't get off at the stop, but instead drove all the way to the church entrance before stopping.

The three of them also got off the bus at the church entrance. There were quite a few people on the bus, at least 30 people like them who got off here to pray at the church.

From the church, turn left at the entrance. There's a whole row of two-story brick houses. The houses on both sides are symmetrical. He Caiwei looked at the address in her hand and then at the house number. There wasn't a single one that matched on the left side of the whole row, so she had to change direction.

It wasn't until they turned right and walked to the very end of the row of houses that they saw the house number on her paper.

"Found it..."

"Let's take a look first..." They still don't know if anyone lives here, so they need to be careful.

He Caiwei thought for a moment, then her consciousness sank into the space and went to the room where she had previously kept her scumbag father's things in his study.

Because his furniture was made of such high-quality materials, she couldn't bear to throw it away, so all of those things were kept intact in this small warehouse.

Under the desk was a small safe, which originally contained two handguns, some bullets, and two file folders. Inside the file folder was their family's household registration book from Hong Kong.

However, she didn't look closely and didn't know if the property deed was inside.

After pulling out the two file folders from back then, I poured them onto the table and carefully examined each piece of paper.

There I brought out a brown book, and inside was a house deed with a bright red seal that looked particularly festive.

“Brother, look at this.” He Caiwei took out the notebook and waved it in front of her brother. Along with the notebook came a key, which was tucked inside the notebook.

"Brother, did you check? Is anyone living in here?"

"No, the weeds in the yard are almost as tall as a person. Let's see if this key can open it..." Lu Qingzhu had just checked. The house must have been unopened for many years. The lock was rusty. Although the place was spacious, the grass was so tall that the path was completely obscured.

"That's good! Let's open it up and go inside to take a look. If it's okay, we can clean it up and then we can get it done. We also need to ask where to go to complete the formalities, change the name on the house first, and then register the household registration." We can't stay here for too long, so we need to take care of the important things first.

It took the three of them a lot of effort to open the lock; it had been so long since they'd used it that the key was so rusty it almost wouldn't fit.

They fiddled around there for about 40 minutes, which attracted quite a few people, including those from the street.

This is perfect timing, He Caiwei asked about something.

"Who are you? This house has an owner. You can't just mess around if you're not the owner. Otherwise, we'll call the police and have you arrested..." Two women in their forties came from the street. When they saw the three of them fiddling with the lock, they assumed that someone was trying to force their way in.

“Hello, Auntie, this is my house. I have the deed and the key, but the house has been uninhabited for a long time, and the lock can’t be opened.” He Caiwei noticed that they had two red armbands tied around their arms, with the words “St. Mary’s Street” written on them.

A plump middle-aged woman took the brown notebook from his hand, checked the house number to confirm it was the correct one for the apartment, looked at the owner's name, and then returned the notebook to her.

"What's your name? What's your relationship with the homeowner?" the plump woman asked after seeing the name. After all, there had been too many illegal immigrants in recent years, and there had been fights caused by people trying to forcibly occupy other people's houses. This made the neighborhood office more vigilant.

"This Qu Fuping is my father, and I am Qu Weiwei. My father went abroad and left this house to me before he left. Because I was young at the time, I never used the house. A few days ago, I got married and wanted to use this house as my wedding room... so I took it over."

"Auntie, can we change the owner's name now? We also need to re-register the household registration. Do you have anyone here who can help clean the house? I'd like to ask two people to come and help clean the house." He Caiwei gave each of the two aunties a bag of chocolates weighing about half a pound.

My second brother said the weeds inside were taller than a person, and they would need to find someone to help them to get things moving faster.

"Some locks that haven't been touched for years are naturally harder to open, which is normal. Registering a household registration is the same as changing the head of household. You need to go to the street office to get a stamp, and then take it to the population registration office at the police station to register. If you don't have a household registration, it will cost HK$800 per person to register it there." Seeing how generous he was, the aunt explained the matter to her in general.