You said that if we raise the height of our house, it will block the light?

Am I blocking the rising sun or the setting sun from your house?

Can't you see the wide alley? How can the light be blocked at this distance?

Where did the area of ​​this alley come from? Why is theirs the smallest among the three courtyards side by side? Don’t they have any idea?

As soon as these words were spoken, the neighbor on the right fell silent, leaving only the old man's mumbling voice.

"Who asked you to buy it? It was such a large area when you bought it. What does the previous owner's affairs have to do with you?"

Han Zeyu squatted under the wall of his house and heard everything clearly.

"I don't care how pathetic the previous owner was. I bought the house with the title deed, and the area on the title deed includes these two alleys. I didn't directly enclose the area because I didn't want to be adjacent to certain families. I think it's unlucky!"

The old lady couldn't stop her stubborn old man, so she could only whisper: "That guy is not easy to deal with, why are you angry with him? Go back to the house, old man!"

The old man snorted coldly and walked into the house with the old lady, his mouth never stopping.

"A perfectly good house has been turned into such a horrible place. The layout of our street has been ruined. How can I pass the exam if I rent that shabby house? They are just helping poor scholars. What a lack of foresight..."

The same goes for this old man. Can't you go back to the house and complain?

Unfortunately, Han Zeyu's five senses were particularly sensitive, so he heard everything.

"Oh my god! Pah! You old man, who are you cursing to fail the exam? My family will definitely produce a new Jinshi!"

Han Zeyu jumped onto the top of the wall, broke the blue brick in his hand, stomped his foot down, and a small part of his courtyard wall collapsed immediately.

The old man who was lifting the door curtain was stunned. Is this the reincarnation of a yaksha?

Han Zeyu put his hands on his hips and glared at the rude old man across the aisle.

"What are you looking at? Haven't you seen violent demolition? It's my own wall, I can tear it down if I want to, what the hell is it to you?"

Without saying a word, the old lady pushed the troublemaker into the house and gave an apologetic smile to someone on the wall.

Han Zeyu didn't say anything else. This old lady was really unlucky to have such a man.

Han Zeyu's disturbance not only frightened the neighbor on the right, but also the one on the left.

His family originally occupied the same area, but this family usually stayed out of the spotlight.

According to Han Zeyu's observation, the family on the right is a local household, and the house can be considered as ancestral property plus an expansion.

The one on the left should be doing business from outside the area, and they are not just ordinary superstitious people.

The Bagua mirror under the eaves, the fortune-attracting beasts on the screen wall, and the peach wood sword that a child accidentally took out to play with...

These are all what Han Zeyu can see. As for what he can't see, he very much doubts whether there are yellow talisman paper pasted on the beams of this house.

Is this to attract wealth, ward off evil, or dispel bad luck?

Han Zeyu couldn't understand and was shocked. He didn't know who had set up this scheme, but he always felt like it was a liar.

Han Zeyu's feat of breaking the green bricks with his bare hands also scared the eight people working there.

They were rude before, they didn't know what was good for them, and they didn't recognize the great man.

Han Zeyu said generously that he didn't care and just wanted to do his job well.

In order to complete the project as soon as possible, Han Zeyu hired eight more workers and two carpenters.

The yard was full of people coming in and out, and the construction progress was dizzying.

The old man next door would occasionally lean out the window to take a look. The house had been roofed, window frames installed, and door panels installed...

Why is his old heart so unhappy?

The people on the left are also wondering whether the height and shape of the house will affect their family fortune.

No, I still need to ask a master to take a look.

Han Zeyu didn't care what they thought, as long as they prevented him from making money.

He opened a youth hostel, which did not disturb others, damage the environment, or hinder anyone.

Not only that, it also promoted employment for idle people in the surrounding areas.

Are you still feeling uncomfortable?

What were you thinking when you took advantage of me? Now you know it's hard to bear, just bear it!

Look how smart the family across the street is. They took advantage of the favorable conditions and set up a wonton stall. They can earn some living expenses by staying at home.

When he arrived in the capital, Han Zeyu had no intention of touching the food field.

He has a backer for his business in his hometown, and no one dares to extort money from Han Ji Restaurant.

There was no one to support him in the capital. What if someone saw that your business was doing well and became jealous and wanted to frame you? The trouble could definitely be solved, but the process of solving the trouble was very troublesome.

Han Zeyu, who has no power or influence, does not want to cause trouble at the moment. Once he becomes powerful, he will naturally not be afraid of trouble.

This logic seems simple, but it is actually not difficult at all, which shows the literary attainments of "Mr. Qingbai".

His "Mr. Erqi" is still squatting in the trading floor!

I don’t know how he has reformed. Will he be able to turn over a new leaf and start a new life after he gets out?

In the Imperial Examination Hall, inside the cell, Su Shien moved his numb feet, trying to minimize the range of motion so as not to attract the attention of the patrol officers outside the cell.

If you want to stand up and move around, that is absolutely not allowed, but you can do that after handing in the paper.

So, at this stage, if you get tired of sitting, you can only squat.

I remember that when he was taking the exam for the scholar, he could still barely sleep in his dormitory at an angle.

Now there is no way, I can only curl up and lie on the wooden bed.

Su Shien squatted in front of the table, revising the article on the rough paper, and would copy it onto the test paper tomorrow after he had rested and regained his strength.

For him, the questions in this imperial examination were not difficult, and he should have no problem becoming a tribute student.

After revising the draft, I asked the guard for some boiled water.

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