Separated by the hall, the uncle's house is on the south side and Fang Nian's house is on the north side.

The hall is shared, with a shrine inside to enshrine the tablets of deceased ancestors, and a table for sacrifices, which are not used daily and are only used during New Years and festivals.

After more than thirteen years of ups and downs, the long white tiles on the wall of the small tile building that was still popular in Maoba at the beginning of this century have fallen off.

The entire building has signs of weather damage both inside and outside.

On the north side of the small building, completely shaded by bamboo trees, there is a small house common in the southern countryside, which is used to raise chickens, ducks, geese, pigs and other poultry.

And the toilet on the inside - an old-fashioned latrine where you dig a hole and put up wooden boards.

Fang Nian glanced over it. About seven or eight years later, the hut and the small bamboo forest disappeared into history under the influence of the excavator.

The small building belonging to Fang Nian's house was cut off, and a new country villa was built on the cleared land.

Compared with the current appearance, what Fang Nian remembers more clearly is the appearance of the small villa.

Looking at the small open space overgrown with weeds and rocks, as well as the remaining huts and bamboo forests, there was a sense of trance brewing in Fang Nian's heart.
Chapter completed!