When Yang Xiuwen came to the courtyard, the master and his mistress were eating lunch and splashing oil on the noodles.

When the mistress saw him coming in, she said, "Come quickly and sit down to eat. I thought it was time for you to come, so I made you a bowl."

He smiled and said to his wife, "Thank you, my wife. I just want to try your cooking." In fact, he had already eaten, but he couldn't refuse his kindness.

After sitting down, he handed the master the house book and key and said, "Master, from today on, this yard belongs to us. I just changed the lock to a new one, and I will give you a key."

Chen Zhiwu nodded and said, "That's good. Although your senior brother said that we can live here as long as we like, it belongs to someone else after all. Now we don't have to rely on others. The south is good in all aspects, but the noodles are not good. Look at the dough, there is no muscle at all."

No." He said, picking at the soft dough with chopsticks.

Yang Xiuwen stood up, took the noodles brought by his wife, sat down, took a sip and said, "This is normal. The climate in the south is watery and suitable for growing rice. The north is dry and has long sunshine, which is suitable for growing wheat. So if you want to eat noodles, go there

If you want to eat rice in the north, come to the south."

After devouring it for a while, he said to Li Mei: "Master's wife, the noodles are cooked very authentically. The master is very lucky!"

Chen Zhiwu pointed at him with chopsticks and said, "Xiuwen, your mouth is really..."

Seeing the master's wife staring at him, she changed her words and said, "Just tell the truth!" Looking at the master who had escaped the disaster, Yang Xiuwen laughed.

After eating a little full, Yang Xiuwen wandered around to eat in the yard.

The master and his mistress have the habit of taking a lunch break. After eating, they sit for a while and then go back upstairs to rest.

After about an hour, the master and his wife fell asleep, and then he came to the rockery in the outer courtyard to check.

The entire rockery is not man-made, it is formed naturally, which means that the rockery was transported here as a whole. You can imagine how rich my senior classmate's grandfather was back then.

Carefully observe the sealing stone outside the dark cave. You can't pull it out with your hands. There should be a mechanism. Sure enough, there is a protrusion less than ten centimeters away from the sealing stone, which is covered with green moss.

He twisted it with his hand but it still didn't work, then pressed it down, and there was a "click" sound. When he pressed it down, the sealing stone popped out. After grabbing it and gently pulling it out, the dark hole was exposed.

With the lessons learned from his previous life, Yang Xiuwen did not reach out in a hurry. He first took a branch and poked it in the dark hole, then reached in and took out the oil paper package. It felt quite heavy.

After putting the sealing stone back into place, I heard another "click" sound and the bulge was restored. I guessed it was the principle of the lever.

I came to the small pavilion in the outer courtyard, put the package on the stone table, and gently opened the oil paper. It was a dark yellow wooden box. According to the pattern on the wooden box, it was made of huanghuali. It also had a mortise and tenon structure and a brass lock.

Buckle inlaid, not locked.

Unlock the lock and slowly open it, it is wrapped in red silk. Uncover the silk cloth, you will find a pair of gold bracelets, a golden phoenix step shaker, a pair of emerald jade bracelets, and neatly placed at the bottom are three engraved bracelets with one or two

gold bar with lettering.

I picked up the gold step and shook it, and the phoenix started to shake like a living thing. I picked up a gold bar and looked at it. It was all golden, and it should be pure gold.

Yang Xiuwen took a deep breath and said to himself, "Awesome, if these gold items are now converted into money, they should be worth thirty to forty thousand, as well as jade bracelets!"

Hey, he saw a piece of yellowish paper pressed under the gold bar.

He slowly pulled it out and opened it gently. There was a letter in regular script [Xiao Tao, seeing the words is like seeing the face, do you remember the viewing pavilion on the edge of the West Lake...]

When he saw this sentence, he couldn't help but want to laugh, because he remembered the line in a TV series in his previous life: "Huang Ama, do you still remember so-and-so that summer?" It seems that the grandfather of his senior brother and classmate

It's also quite interesting.

Continue reading [We often play a word-guessing game. Guess the following paragraph. The autumn wind rises, the autumn rain falls, and the rainy house collapses into the courtyard and is hidden. The wick cannot be lit without anything else, and the mother hugs the baby and hums softly.

.]

The seemingly poetryless and rhymeless sentences seemed to be hiding something, and he became interested at this time.

Put the objects on the stone table back into the box, wave your hands and put them into the storage ring, holding the letter and savoring "Autumn wind and autumn rain, the house collapsed, hiding in the courtyard, it is also raining in the courtyard, can you stand in the courtyard in the rain?"

, No, you should hide in a place that can take shelter from the rain, where is it?"

Looking up at the inner courtyard, I suddenly saw the pavilion in the courtyard. I understood that it should be a pavilion.

He felt that he had guessed it right. There was no other way to light the wick, and there was no other lamp that could not light up. Is it a fire? No, it should be kerosene.

Yang Xiuwen seemed to understand something at this time. He stood up and began to look at the small pavilion. He looked at every corner. Even using his spiritual sense to check, he found nothing. Could it be that he had guessed wrong...

Looking at the last sentence, a mother cradles a baby and sings softly. What does it mean? What does it mean to coax the child? What is it singing? Who knows?

He paced back and forth in the pavilion, "What would a mother sing to a baby? Little baby, yes, it's a baby. So the three sentences combined mean that there is no baby in the pavilion. No, it should be that there is a baby in the pavilion. But I just checked

Yes, no!"
Chapter completed!