A dozen or so people surrounded the courtyard, and the neighbors from the surrounding area gradually gathered around.

The flowerpots in the front yard were kicked to pieces, and mud was scattered all over the ground. Even the roots of the big tree in the yard had been dug out, leaving everything in a mess.

Even though they were prepared, they were still taken aback by the imposing manner of the scene.

Grandpa Lin opened the door and stood there, his face dark. "What are you doing?"

He recognized at a glance that this was Dong Wei, one of Zhuang Zhenhua's cronies, who was now a group leader in the Red Guards.

Dong Wei was still directing his men to check carefully when he turned around and chuckled, "Oh, Old Master Lin is up really early. He's up so early that I don't need to call anyone to invite you. Liu Zi, show the things to Old Master Lin so he can see if they're his."

A man named Liu Zi followed behind him, took out something he had prepared in advance from his pocket, and threw it directly on the ground.

The items on the ground were scattered: two dark blue robes, an English letter, and a postmark, each bearing his name.

"Someone anonymously reported that your family is hoarding old things, including your grandfather's famous name and your correspondence."

"You wrote the contents of this letter very clearly. Your whole family of four was preparing to move. Who would have thought that the imposing old man Lin was actually a traitor who worshipped foreign things!"

Dong Wei unfolded the envelope in his hand. "This is the order to confiscate your property, along with a document. You are allowed to leave, but you cannot take anything else with you. Everything will be confiscated."

He glanced at the mark on the envelope, but before he could see it clearly, he put it away.

"How could this be mine! Don't make false accusations!" Old Master Lin's face was gloomy, the veins on his neck bulged, and his hands trembled slightly as he stared at the red armband on his arm. "It's clear that someone is framing me. My whole family has lived here for forty years, how could we possibly do such a thing!"

Dong Wei's face was cold as he sneered, "You, a capitalist, think you can bully me? Now that the evidence is conclusive, men, smash it!"

Old Master Lin blocked the doorway, preventing them from entering, and roared, "I'd like to see who dares! I'm calling the police! These things are definitely not mine!"

"Call the police? The police station doesn't have time to listen to your nonsense right now."

Old Master Lin tried to block him.

Dong was burning with anger and had nowhere to vent it. He reached out and shoved Old Master Lin away violently, shouting, "Get out of my way! If you block my way again, I'll sue you for obstructing official business!"

Lin's father shouted angrily, "Dong Wei, are you even human?!"

Grandpa Lin staggered a step, and Lin Yuxi quickly caught him. She could feel the old man's weakness. Although her family had already gotten up when she returned this morning, none of them had gone to sleep.

"Grandpa!" Lin Yuxi lowered her eyes. "Are you alright?"

The only remaining tables, chairs, and benches inside the house were smashed, and the pots, pans, and dishes in the kitchen were also destroyed. Someone lit a fire in the yard and threw all of these things into the fire.

Dong Wei went into the house and came out less than ten minutes later with a gloomy face. "Where are the things in the study? Did you hide them, old man?"

Zhuang Zhenhua just submitted the report yesterday. He broke his leg on his way home last night and is unconscious. He is still hospitalized. In such a short time, they had no chance to hide anything. How come they came and found nothing?

What they want is money and antiques and calligraphy and paintings. What use are those broken things like tables, chairs and benches?

Dong Wei's eyes swept over their faces, his expression turning ashen.

"My house was burgled last night, and I was just about to call the police this morning when I discovered it. How did you all have to show up at such a convenient time!" Grandpa Lin coughed, clutching his chest, and pointed at him, his face flushed.

Dong Wei frowned, his voice displeased, "Old man, don't try to shift the blame! You won't talk, huh? Keep smashing!"

The firelight in the courtyard shone on Lin Yuxi's face.