With the sound of a bunch of keys, the two mottled red-painted doors of No. 34 Qianliang Hutong were pushed open.

One step, two steps...

As the new owner of this old house, Jiang Shan took the lead in crossing the threshold at the insistence of the previous owner.

"The gates of quadrangle courtyards always open in the southeast corner."

Wang Shixiang's voice followed closely: "There is a reason for this.

According to the five elements of the Bagua, the diagram means smooth sailing and safe entry and exit. Right, Jing Xin?"

"That's right,"

Zhao Jingxin, the brother-in-law of the former owner Chen Mengjia, crossed the threshold side by side with Wang Shixiang.

"This two-entry courtyard faces south, and everything is laid out according to the old rules," the old man slowly introduced:

"The front door is wide and bright, and the two doors have hanging flowers. Seeing the door is like seeing the head of the household. This is what is meant by the saying that the family is well matched."

"Then my door..."

When Jiang Shan heard this, he quickly turned around and looked at it: "What level is it?"

"Didn't I just say it," Huang Yongyu said: "One door is bright and bright, and the other two doors have hanging flowers."

"Xiao Jiang, come on, come on,"

Wang Shixiang waved his hand and called Jiang Shan back: "The gates of the courtyard houses in Old Beiping are very particular. Generally speaking, the gates of the palace are the highest. Of course, the ones in the Forbidden City are another matter."

"You can't say anything else," Huang Yongyu said, "No one can compare with you."

"Except for the palace gate," Wang Shixiang continued, "it's your Guangliang gate, keep an eye on it..."

Jiang Shan followed Wang Shixiang's hand and looked toward the door.

"Golden pillars, outer eaves pillars, sparrows, door hairpins, drum-holding stones..." Wang Shixiang: "To put it bluntly, it is just a room. If we go back a few years, there would be two guards standing under the eaves of a door like yours.

You are the caretaker of the home."

"oh,"

Jiang Shan understood: "Xiaoyu Xiaobai, stand aside and let Third Uncle feel it."

"good."

"Here we go!"

Jiang Xiaoyu and Jiang Xiaobai heard the sound and ran over quickly.

On one side, they were lying on the polished drum stone, smiling so happily.

"Let's break up quickly," Huang Yongyu looked at the two children next to the old threshold: "If the house is not protected for a while, they will be taken away again."

"Let's go," Jiang Shan smiled at the two children: "Uncle San will show you our new home..."

"Come on, as soon as you enter the door, you will face the screen wall of your house."

Today's Wang Shixiang is nothing short of an experienced property salesman: "The room on the right side of the Yizi screen wall is prepared for your teacher.

The row of houses on the left that is connected to the gate is called a reverse house.

After crossing the second door of your house, you will reach the second courtyard of your house..."

At this moment, Jiang Shan especially loved to hear Wang Shixiang's words, 'Your family, your family...'

"Wow, second brother, look!"

"I'm watching."

Jiang He, who followed Jiang Shan, didn't realize until now how exaggerated the house Jiang Shan bought was.

Especially after stepping into the second door, his facial expression obviously lost its calmness: "How many rooms are there in this place? It's too big."

Rivers and mountains stood together, looking in one direction and the other.

"The main house in this row is also called the north house, and it is usually for the elderly in the family," Wang Shixiang pointed east and west and continued to introduce:

"There are three rooms in the east wing and three rooms in the west wing. The wing rooms on both sides of the main room have been converted into toilets..."

As Wang Shixiang continued to introduce, the eyes of the two Jiang brothers gradually changed from surprise to surprise.

The last time they met, they both laughed happily.

"You know, third child," Jiang He said, "When I went home to get the money and said that I wanted to buy a house in the capital, my parents shed tears of excitement."

"Stop talking about them," Jiang Shan said, touching the tarnished pillar, "I'm almost crying right now."

After living two lifetimes, I finally got the Siheyuan.

"Next," Jiang Shan put his arm around his second brother's shoulders and said with a smile, "Just wait and see how I play with it."

"Third uncle,"

Finally, Jiang Xiaoyu realized something: "Will this yard be our home from now on?"

"Yes," Jiang Shan smiled proudly: "How's it going? Do you like it?"

"It's so shabby," Jiang Xiaoyu summed it up in one word: "But I like it so much, especially the flowers in this yard."

"I like these flowers too," Jiang Xiaobai said without stopping after calling in, "and this small pool."

Although this courtyard house in Qianliang Hutong is old, there are no cobwebs or dust collectors in the eaves and corners.

It looked like someone had been taking care of it from time to time.

What is particularly eye-catching is the garden full of flowers and plants.

Orange pomegranates, pink crabapples, and trees full of yellow-green jujube flowers.

"My sister carefully selected the trees in her garden."

Zhao Jingxin, with his hands behind his back, looked at the trees in the yard and said:

"Xishu begonia, Lintong pomegranate, and the two golden jujube trees next to the west wing...it is one scene in spring, and another scene in autumn."

"Brother Meng's house," Wang Shixiang said with emotion, "is much better preserved than mine."

"Okay," Huang Yongyu comforted, "Never mind this, now you finally have a place to put your treasures."

"That's true." Wang Shixiang also laughed when he thought of this: "It's still a very good place."

At this moment, Jiang Shan had already seen the former owner's study.

A table, two chairs and three bookcases, in Jiangshan's eyes, felt a bit like visiting a memorial hall.

"Let me see what kind of Ming Dynasty furniture they are,"

Yu Sigui, who always followed Jiang Shan, reached out and lifted the cover on the furniture: "Hey, it's really a good thing."

"Really?" Jiang Shan got together with her: "Let me take a look."

Before the two of them could look at it for a while, they heard Jiang He shouting from outside: "Lao San, look at this quickly."

Jiang Xiaoyu touched the moon door at the end of the corridor: "Third uncle, come to me quickly."

"Third uncle," Jiang Xiaobai ran the most cheerfully: "I found the pigeon nest that Grandpa Wang said."

A group of people were chatting and laughing, wandering around the yard.

The originally old and faded courtyard house has become more alive since the arrival of this group of people.

Seeing that the new owner liked it so much, Zhao Jingxin, who was standing in the yard, nodded with peace of mind: "It's good if they like it, otherwise, my sister won't be able to feel at ease with the money she received."

"Don't worry," Huang Yongyu said for Jiang Shan: "My little friend will definitely make this house better."

Wang Shixiang: "I advise your sister to be more open-minded, eat when she needs to eat, and play when she needs to play."

"She really wants to go out for fun," fearing that the other party might not understand, Zhao Jingxin emphasized again: "It's like going abroad for fun, but I guess I won't be able to do that."

Wang Shixiang: "Why can't we play?"

Zhao Jingxin: "The procedure is difficult."

When Wang Shixiang heard this, he immediately showed an expression of no need to worry: "What do I think it is?"

"Here,"

Huang Yongyu pointed in the direction of Jiangshan: "You can get this done by asking him."

"Who?" Zhao Jingxin: "That young man?"

"Yes," Wang Shixiang said, "That young man is now the celebrity of the National Tourism Director."

Huang Yongyu: "Otherwise, the procedures for your house would have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse."

"oh,"

Zhao Jingxin, who flew a plane to revolt back then, now looked at the young man in front of him again: "If you put it this way, this house has really found the right owner."

…

The lanterns are on at the beginning, and the music of the piano is lingering.

In a small courtyard in Fangjiayuan Hutong, the original appearance has long been lost.
To be continued...