At that time, my grandfather must have lived at my grandmother's house under the introduction of Jie Jiu. My grandmother first lived in my grandmother's house (my grandmother is a relative of the Jie Jie family). My grandmother was responsible for taking care of my grandfather. At that time, the jade-sama in the Jiangnan family was completely different from the female tomb robbers in Hunan. My grandfather should have cheated on him at that time. Without explaining to Huo Xiangu, he was defeated to my grandmother. Of course, my grandmother didn't know about it at that time.

At that time, the situation in the country was in chaos, and even letters were not available, so the matter was slowly over. About two years later, when Huo Xiangu came to Hangzhou, my grandfather had already married my grandmother, and my grandmother was pregnant with my father. At that time, Huo Xiangu did not see my grandfather, but just chatted with my grandmother in the room for an hour and left.

From then on, everyone knew the other party’s existence and how they were doing, but they just didn’t meet again.

No one knew what they were talking about that day, but only heard from the servants that they had a very happy chat.

When my grandfather heard this news, he must have been sweating all over the waterfall. I couldn't help but feel sympathy for him.

It was about three years before my grandfather pushed the business back to Changsha, and then basically lived back and forth between the two places. Every time I went to Changsha, my grandmother would definitely accompany me. My grandfather and Huo Xiangu never had the chance to revive. In another year, Huo Xiangu married to Beijing. My grandfather said that when he was there, he felt terrible, but he felt melancholy.

My third uncle should have entered the industry by himself when he was thirteen years old. He first got some experience and money, so he came to Hangzhou and bought the current land. He had no idea of ​​buying it at that time, but he bought it through relationships and built a house, so he slowly changed the focus to business. After many expansions, this place has become better and better.

My second uncle has been doing research. He opened a teahouse about seven years ago, not to make money, but simply to have a party place with his friends. I have never seen a woman around my second uncle. He seems to be a red flower and cannot get in. But maybe it is because my second uncle is very meticulous and no one knows what he is doing. My father left home very early, and at that time, he went to the north from the south to do geological exploration, and only came back in the late 1970s.

After they got back, they got married and I got married. My mother is a powerful family and a girl from a local official family in Hangzhou. Later, for a while, she had a divorce with my father every day, which almost annoyed me to death.

The entire process of the Wu family in Hangzhou has become very clear and clear. The question now is, how did the room under this building come from? Was it dug before construction, or was it completed during reconstruction?

If Uncle San himself did not know the existence of this secret room, then this secret room must have been completed secretly, so it could not have been designed when it was originally built, and it might have been excavated during a reconstruction later.

I studied architecture and I knew digging a basement was not an easy thing. I went out and took a few steps to measure it with my pace. Soon I found that things were not as complicated as I thought.

The exact location of this basement is not under the third uncle's house, but under the wall that intersects with the next house.

I looked at the building next door, and I never paid attention to it. The farmhouses here are very dense. Every time I come to Uncle San's place, I always go directly to the second floor to see goods, and I won't stay for too long. I really don't know who is next door.

My mind was in chaos, and I walked to the door next door in a daze, knocking on the door by a silence.

It was a tin door, a very familiar and sturdy type of anti-theft door for farmers' houses. After knocking a few times, I found that there was a note on the door that had almost peeled off, which read "There is a house for rent" and the phone number below it.

No one came to open the door, I knocked for a long time without any response. I took out my cell phone and dialed the number.

The sound rang three or four times, but no one answered.

I looked around and found a place to climb up the wall and jumped in.

My own skill is so agile that I was shocked. It seems that these are the result of the training of "going to the ground" in the past two years. After landing, I found that this house should be unoccupied. The yard was depressed and all of them were fallen leaves. I was wondering where these fallen leaves came from, but a few more fell down. As soon as I looked up, I saw that there were some plants planted on the roof of this room. The plants had not been taken care of for a long time and had died and fell from the top.

I measured the yard with my pace and found that if someone wanted to dig a passage from here to Uncle San's floor, it was indeed feasible. But I had to know when it was dug.

I walked towards the door of the building and there was an access control here, which was a large copper door. This house was not very good, and the brass door looked golden and grand, so many rural owners liked such doors.

Although this door looks tacky, its insurance performance is indeed excellent. I guess it cannot be blown up with ordinary small explosives. Moreover, this door usually has six or seven latches, so it is really hard to pry it up.

How can I get in? I thought about it and saw that the second floor was also covered with iron railings, and all the windows were wrapped tightly, as if they were specifically here to prevent a large group of people's burglaries. Just when I was about to call someone to help, my phone suddenly rang. When I saw that it was the one I just called back.

I picked it up and there was a man's voice inside. I asked me what I was doing. I said I wanted to rent a house. He said, "The house has been rented out long ago."

I said, "It's impossible, no one has lived in the house." The other party said, "The house was rented out nineteen years ago, and that note may not have been torn off. For nineteen years, the rent has been made on time every year, so I never ask about it when I am outside."

Nine years ago? I was stunned for a moment and looked at the layout of the house. The house nineteen years ago would definitely not be like this now. The house must have been renovated. I asked him if the house had been renovated in the past nineteen years.

The other party said he didn't know, and he couldn't control it either. Anyway, the money has an increase in proportion every year. After that, he asked, "Is something wrong?" I said, "It's nothing, I just want to rent a house." As I said, I had an idea and asked him, "Can you give me the contact information of this person? I want him to be a second landlord and rent two houses for me."

The other party was quite enthusiastic and said he would wait a moment, and soon called the phone and said that he hadn't contacted him for a long time. If there was any problem, he would continue to call him.

I felt warm in my heart, and I thought that there was still warm in the world after all. So I called the number he gave me. After a few sounds, no one answered. I put down the phone to see if I had dialed the wrong number. Suddenly, I saw a name popping up on my mobile phone screen, and this number was actually in my mobile phone number directory!
Chapter completed!