Uncle Shen has an excellent hand in writing cursive script, which is vigorous and powerful, with every stroke outlined to perfection. Without more than ten or twenty years of practice, it would be impossible to write such good characters.
Just from this beautiful handwriting, one can guess that he had a high status in the past.
He handed the written address to Li Jinfeng.
"Girl, please come with your partner!"
"It's okay, as long as I can help!" said Li Jinfeng.
"By the way, girl...we actually have some old things. They may not be worth much in everyone's eyes, but I spent a lot of money to buy them. Do you...want to take a look?" Uncle Shen suddenly asked.
Uncle Shen was talking about the old screens and cabinets in his house that had not been smashed.
As well as a few chandeliers, and some calligraphy and paintings.
These things, in this day and age, are all garbage and worthless.
So when Uncle Shen said this, he felt a little embarrassed.
"Are those things in the western-style building? Or somewhere else?" Li Jinfeng asked.
"Yes, it is! Those people tried to open the attic before. They smashed it with things and hit it with hammers, but nothing worked. I told them that inside was the spirit tablet of our ancestors, and that they were protected by our ancestors. They actually believed me and were afraid of what was inside, so they didn't dare to smash the door again! How stupid! I had someone build the attic specifically for me, and the door is made of special material. Not to mention hammers, not even your hot weapons can break it through!"
When he said this, Uncle Shen's eyes were full of pride.
The people living in this western-style building are his former relatives and friends, or the neighbors who want to take advantage of him.
Humph, except for those that were robbed and smashed by them, he would not give them anything else. Anyway, as long as he was around, they would never get a single drop of these things.
Li Jinfeng became more curious about the attic.
Uncle Shen led her out of the house. Originally, Uncle Shen's house was at the innermost part of the third floor, on the right.
The attic is on the far left side of the third floor. Unless you go there, no one will notice that there is a small attic here.
Although it is called a small attic, it is more appropriate to call it a separate room.
The door of this room looks much smaller than the doors of other rooms.
Uncle Shen took out a key from his pocket and opened the attic door.
Crunch——
The sound of the door opening echoed in the corridor, sounding a bit eerie and terrifying.
Granny Shen was guarding the door of another family on the third floor, as if she would make a sound to scare them as soon as the family opened the door.
There are two families living on the third floor, and there are even more families living on the first and second floors.
There are five or six households living on the first floor, and some of them live in one room divided into several rooms.
The second floor has the most people, with as many as seven or eight. Most of these people are relatives. They take advantage of the situation and bring their fathers, brothers and sisters here.
As a result, more and more people started living in this western-style building.
It's just that the weather is cold now, so it's not easy to live in the living room. Before, there were more than ten or twenty people in the living room of the western-style building at a time, and at most, there were thirty people.
Li Jinfeng followed Uncle Shen into the attic.
Perhaps no one had been in the attic for a long time, and there was a layer of dust in it. Li Jinfeng almost choked when she entered.
But for fear of attracting attention, she tried her best to hold back her cough.
With the dim light of the oil lamp, Li Jinfeng could barely see everything in the attic.
[Continue tonight, asking for monthly tickets, hum. ]
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