One evening, Zhang Guoqing accompanied his parents and brother back to the small courtyard and heard from Zhang Meili, who stayed behind, about these matters. He still felt somewhat skeptical.
From his perspective, his elder sister's family has taken care of Accountant Zhang and his wife for these years. They are not senile, so why would they insist on borrowing the courtyard from him for their eldest grandson to get married?
"Big sister, could there be a misunderstanding? I remember their old house isn't small either, so there's no need to borrow my courtyard. Besides, the new daughter-in-law should be nearby to show filial piety; living far away doesn't make sense."
"Your brother-in-law is already angry; do you think I'm mistaken?" Zhang Meili lowered her voice and glanced outside, "You don't get it. I've guessed their little schemes. My father-in-law mentioned many times that your two courtyards have good feng shui."
