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The car sped along the highway for nearly an hour.

The originally sunny weather suddenly turned cloudy, and a few drops of light rain fell in the cold sky. Fortunately, when Fang Feiyang and Zhang Guashan arrived at their destination, the light rain had stopped.

There was a hint of coldness and depression in the air at this time.

The place where the ancient house of the Shui family is located is known as "Jinshi Zhuang", but it is not a village. Its official administrative area is called Lijia Town, Yonghua County.

The black Santana drove into the streets of Lijia Town, and Zhang Guashan came to a place according to the address provided by the section chief of the demolition office of the government office.

It is surrounded by modern commercial residential buildings, with huge stone carvings at the main entrance, splashing water from fountains, secluded greenery, tall and tall small high-rise buildings, and a connected villa on the side.

Fang Feiyang turned around suspiciously, and asked, "Brother, did we find the wrong place? No matter how you look at it, this place doesn't want to look like a mansion in the Ming and Qing Dynasties."

Zhang Guashan also scratched his head, took out his mobile phone and looked at it: "The address is correct, we navigated all the way here, how did it become a community, it could have been demolished, and it was built into a community overnight,"

The guy muttered to himself.

The two parked the car and simply got down to ask around.

Zhang Kaoshan took out a cigarette and came to the security room at the entrance of the community. Inside was an old man in his 60s, wearing a neat coat, reading a newspaper. Although it was Chinese New Year, he was probably on duty.

"Master, happy new year, I will ask you a place, where is the old house of the Shui family here?"

Zhang Guashan handed it to the old man with a smile on his face, and asked politely.

The old man put down the newspaper in his hand, took the cigarette with a smile, and thought for a moment: "There is no family with the surname Shui in our town, young man, did you go to the wrong place?"

When Zhang Guashan heard this, his heart suddenly turned cold.

"No,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, "Well, you guys are called "Jinshi Zhuang" here. There used to be a lot of people who were officials in the imperial court."

Still not giving up, Zhang Guashan continued to ask, then took out the lighter and lit the cigarette for the old man.

The old man nodded and replied: "Well, this is not bad. Everyone at my age knows that our Lijia town was famous in the past. There were indeed many talented people in the Ming and Qing dynasties who became high officials. , Guangzong Yaozu... As for whether there is anyone with the surname Shui, I really don't know, old man."

Fang Feiyang has been listening carefully.

He thought to himself: Since this is the "Jinshizhuang", it should not be wrong. Maybe the old house to be demolished has changed hands now, and its surname is no longer Shui. This is very likely, after all, General Shui Chunbo is More than 400 years of ancient people in the late Ming Dynasty, even if the family continues to the present, his descendants may not still live here.

So Fang Feiyang came up and asked, "Old man, do you know if there are some old houses nearby that may be demolished?"

Demolition and relocation are things that are covered by paper. People often discuss these things after dinner. Although the government has the right to make decisions, gossip must spread all over the streets and alleys before the red-headed documents come out.

So with Fang Feiyang's words, the old man raised his loose eyebrows slightly, turned his eyes, thought for a while, and said, "Are you talking about the old bluestone houses at the east end of the town? had to be cleaned up before,"

Zhang Guashan was overjoyed, since there was an old house, and it was still made of big blue stones, it might be the old house of the Shui family that a friend revealed.

Fang Feiyang and Zhang Guashan thanked the old man again and again, and asked the old man for a specific location.

Fortunately, the place to the east that the old man mentioned was not very far away, so the two decided to walk there.

Walked along this stretch for about 10 minutes, crossing a small road.

Fang Feiyang and Zhang Guashan did see an "old house" of several hundred square meters.

It should not be described as "old", it is actually a dilapidated house.

Looking up, the main entrance of the archway-style mansion that originally combined the stone carvings, wood carvings, and brick carvings has collapsed, blocking the way to enter the door. The top and corners of the wall are covered with luxuriant weeds, and the extremely strong weeds in life even pass through the wall, and the leaning posture that "runs" the high bluestone wall is shaken by a gust of wind.

Fang Feiyang looked inside along the collapsed main entrance passage, the front yard and side yard were dilapidated, half of the roof of the main hall seemed to have collapsed, gray tiles were everywhere, and there were still unfinished stones in the corners of the courtyard. The melted snow covered a few fragments of tiles bit by bit, which looked particularly depressed under the cold wind.

This child's paper is a place that can be seen. What the backyard looks like, I can't see it for a while, and it is probably in ruins.

"Hey, this is... This is the old house that is about to be demolished, right? This place needs to be demolished, the house itself has already collapsed,"

Fang Feiyang smiled wryly and shook his head. Only then did he realize what the old man in the security room meant when he said "clean up this house".

Don't clean it up, it's already a ruin.

"Damn it, it's real or not, it's the New Year's Eve and let me come over to look at the ruins and weeds." Zhang Guashan immediately stopped typing, "No, I have to make a phone call to find out."

As he said that, the guy called out a number from the address book, and dialed it with a snort.

After talking on the phone for about a quarter of an hour, Zhang Guashan hung up with a livid face.

This place is right. It is the century-old house of the Shui family. It has a history of more than 400 years. Because it has been in disrepair for a long time and no one takes care of it, it has become more and more dilapidated. If the local government calculates to repair it completely, then It will be a large sum of money, so the demolition is ready to free up land for commercial development.

Although these courtyards with four entrances and four exits were deserted and swayed by wind and rain, they did not collapse. Unexpectedly, a heavy snowfall in the twelfth lunar month overwhelmed the century-old house, and persisted until the second day of the new year, like a Like an old man whose oil was exhausted, half of it fell down suddenly, including the gate building in front of the house, the main hall, and several walls. A series of chain reactions, as if they had been discussed in advance, fell down collectively.

The section chief of the government's demolition office wanted to sell favors to Zhang Guashan, so he asked Zhang Guashan to come over and "search" before the demolition. If he was lucky, he could find some valuable old goods in the house. Unexpectedly When our Manager Zhang and Boss Fang arrived, the place was basically in ruins.

After listening to Zhang Guashan's brief narration, Fang Feiyang just smiled lightly.

Boss Fang has been in the antique world for so long. He has heard many stories about digging out old houses. , scrambling for baby's.

Unexpectedly, when it was the two brothers' turn to dig out the old house, what they faced was ruins and desolation.

"Since it has become a dilapidated house, the contents inside must have been emptied long ago. Don't even think about Ming and Qing furniture, calligraphy and paintings... Hey, let's go home,"

Fang Feiyang's mentality is not generally good, and he said to Zhang Guashan calmly.

Zhang Guashan didn't want to just go back like this: "Don't, brother, you're here, you have to go in and have a look, otherwise I won't give up,"

"You are really persistent. There is an old saying that applies to you. If you don't hit the south wall, you don't look back... The wall has already collapsed, and you still have to bump into it. Isn't it worse?"

Fang Feiyang was joking, and pulled Zhang Guashan back.

Zhang Guashan was also amused by Fang Feiyang, and said: "Wait, Feiyang, someone will accompany us in for a walk, that is the Chief Ma of the demolition office... This guy feels sorry for me. He said on the phone that he would Invite us to have lunch here, we are on our way now, come on, let's have a cigarette first..."