Chapter 711 visit
Yu Xiaomei snorted proudly, "Grandpa Qiu hits you like playing. You are a little bitch like a little mouse in front of me, Grandpa Qiu. You can easily ko with one hand."
Wang Lang suddenly braked hard, and Yu Xiaomei, who was eating fried dough sticks, suddenly pushed the fried dough sticks into her throat. Wang Lang next to him almost died of laughter.
Yu Xiaomei almost bit her teeth. If it weren't for watching Wang Lang driving, Yu Xiaomei really wanted to tear Wang Lang into pieces, a stinky hooligan who loved and hated her.
Wang Lang lowered the car window and lit a cigarette. Yu Xiaomei snatched Wang Lang's cigarette box, "Didn't you say yesterday that your cigarette was gone? Then what is this?"
"You believe me to coax the fool."
"Wang! Hao! Nan!"
"What are you doing?"
Yu Xiaomei cursed Wang Lang with a murmur.
Wang Lang took out his ears, "The grave circle connected to your house is not just your ancestors, but also others, right?"
Yu Xiaomei stopped and muttered, "How do you know?"
Wang Lang smiled and said nothing.
Hurry up, it was already dark when I arrived at the place.
It is the kind of old high-wall courtyard with pink and white high walls, vermilion gates, deep alleys, and paving the roads with blue bricks.
Yuzhou City is a small county town. Most of the county town is ancient buildings. Among all the ancient buildings, the Yu family courtyard is the largest, but the location is also the most remote. On the westernmost part of Yuzhou City, the huge courtyard is surrounded by high gray-white walls, and there are no neighbors next to it. There are horse-mounted stones and horse-mounted stones at the door, and lanterns are hung on the door, which says Yu Mansion.
Wang Lang carried the car to the door and got out of the car with a bunch of things.
Yu Xiaomei pushed the door and found that it had been tied inside.
There were dense copper nails on the door, Yu Xiaomei turned around and glared at Wang Lang, "Return, don't look around!"
Wang Lang turned his head in anger and turned around. He saw Yu Xiaomei twisting a copper nail. The copper nail turned, revealing a hole behind him. He reached in and tinkered for a long time, and the door suddenly opened by itself.
It opened from inside.
An old man with a broom in his arms came out of the inside. His hair was gray and his eyes were turbid. There was no hair on the front half of his head, and his hair was long on the back half. He was braided into a braid hanging on the back of his head. He wore pudding clothes, but he was washed very clean. He had a pair of old cloth shoes, a hunched back, and a deep wrinkle on his face.
The old man had only one arm and the other sleeve was empty, and the old man stuffed it into the belt around his waist.
Yu Xiaomei's arm was still unplugged. As soon as the door opened, it led Yu Xiaomei to run forward.
"Miss is back." The old man stopped.
"Grandpa Qiu." Yu Xiaomei laughed and pulled out her arm that was inserted into the door.
Wang Lang looked at the old man and heard Yu Xiaomei's name, this person should be the old housekeeper of the Yu family. No wonder Yu Xiaomei kept silent. This old man could put down Wang Lang with one hand, and he had only one hand.
The old man turned his eyes and looked at Wang Lang. Yu Xiaomei introduced, "Grandpa Qiu, this is my colleague, come to our house to visit."
"Okay." The old man nodded, "Please come in, please."
Wang Lang was a little pleasing with a young master. There were really few people in this era who called him this. It seemed quite good when I heard this.
Wang Lang took out his ears, nodded and smiled at the old man, and said honestly and politely, "Hello Grandpa Qiu."
The old man spewed a word of um from his nose, and Yu Xiaomei took Wang Lang into the door.
When you enter the door, there is a long corridor with orchards on both sides. There is a winding path paved with gravel, which is very artistic. The sky is getting cold and the leaves are falling, and the leaves are swept into piles.
When the old butler walked in front, Yu Xiaomei followed quietly, and Wang Lang did not make any big noise. The main reason was that the place was too quiet and there was a faint smell of incense.
I turned a corner and was still a door. After entering, I suddenly realized.
In the middle is a large jar with water inside. There are houses in three directions. The house is very tall and very large, with a gray roof and green moss on it. It is an old house in the old house.
Every house is pitch black, with only a little light inside the lanterns hanging on the eaves.
The only sound in the yard was the cry from the side bedroom.
"Aunt Mo is asleep?" Yu Xiaomei whispered.
The old housekeeper nodded again.
The old housekeeper led the way, pushed open a door, turned to Wang Lang and said, "Young Master, let's live here tonight. The house is very clean and cleaned every day. The cottage is there. You are going to bed early at night. Don't make any noise. Even if you can't sleep, don't walk around. Don't come out even if you hear strange sounds."
Wang Lang took out his ears. Yu Xiaomei had explained this before, and it gave people the feeling of a haunted mansion.
When he entered the door, Yu Xiaomei kicked Wang Lang's ass extremely arrogantly, then arrogantly grimaced at Wang Lang, lowered her voice and said, "Speak softly tonight!"
The old butler shook his head and smiled, "Miss, it's very late, it's time to go to bed."
Wang Lang felt a headache when he heard it. It was only eight or nine o'clock, and it was very late. What should those who had just started to do it? It was a life-threatening person.
There was no electricity or internet, Wang Lang found the bed with the help of a lighter, which was the kind of old furniture.
The room was clean and spotless, with only a table, four stools, a wardrobe, and a washbasin rack. I just thought I had nothing else.
The bed is made of pear blossom trees, with exquisite carvings, and it will definitely be sold at a high price if you pull it out. Don’t look at Yu Xiaomei, she looks like she has no money, she is a serious invisible little rich man, and she is rich.
There is also an incense burner in the room, which emits a faint smell of sandalwood. This thing is a good thing.
In ancient times, literati and scholars played the piano and chess, and practiced Zen and read the scriptures. They could relax their spirits, relieve troubles and wealth, ward off evil and righteousness, unite the mind, clear the inflammation and antibacterials, etc.
But the premise is that the room must be well ventilated, otherwise there will be a reaction.
It’s different for wealthy families. They light sandalwood when they don’t live in their houses.
Wang Lang couldn't sleep, and lay on the bed and looked at the roof.
His ears kept listening. After the old butler said that no matter what movement he heard, he would not go out. It was a psychological hint, which made people involuntarily hear some strange sounds.
But Wang Lang heard nothing except the snoring. He felt sleepy in a daze, and Wang Lang fell asleep after a roll of the quilt.
In my sleep, I felt like I was in a rain of bullets, with roars and roars mixed with them, and faces that were invisible were fighting on the battlefield with guns in their arms.
I slept very heavily and had a lot of dreams. Sometimes it was the age of cold weapons, and I was fighting hard, sometimes it was the era of high-tech, and all kinds of weapons were fighting lively, and sometimes it was the popularity of hot weapons. I was also fighting hard with a group of people who couldn't see clearly and a group of foreign enemies.
It felt like a nightmare, and Wang Lang wanted to open his eyes but couldn't wake up.
A sudden kick was just right, and Wang Lang was kicked awake.
Yu Xiaomei gritted her teeth and grabbed Wang Lang, "It's nine o'clock, you're still sleeping!"
Wang Lang took out his ears, "I've been sleeping for so long?"
"Get up quickly and wash up, my grandma wants to see you."
Chapter completed!