The backyard of Jifutang is located in a long corridor from the front yard.

There are ponds on both sides of the corridor, where lotus flowers and goldfish can be seen.

Although such a place is old, it has a very Su garden style. It is full of water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, small bridges and flowing water, pavilions and rockery.

The hot summer wind seems to turn into a refreshing cool breeze in this place, making people feel extremely comfortable.

In the central pavilion, there is a woman wearing a white long skirt, casually tied with a long ponytail, without makeup.

She had a compass in her hand, and she occasionally pressed it on it a few times, as if she was counting something.

There are also many old bamboo slips beside her, and the bamboo slips are carved from knives, so she can read the text on the bamboo slips through the touch.

Even though he was blind and weak all over, the poetic and picturesque aura of this daughter did not diminish at all.

Ye Hao looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a hint of appreciation in his eyes.

Nowadays, plastic surgery in Bangguo is extremely popular, so there are internet celebrity beauties everywhere on the streets and alleys.

However, this kind of woman with its ancient style and poetic and picturesque style is definitely hard to find.

"Grandpa, are you really going to sell our Jifutang?"

Huang Puqian, who seemed to hear the footsteps and had figured out something, sighing, his expression a little sad.

"I have told you that this is not a disease, but a leak of the secrets of heaven, and it is retribution."

"Even if you sell our ancestral Jifu Hall, you will be futile to seek medical treatment and medicine for me everywhere."

"So, I would rather not sell it, so that after I die, grandpa, you will not even have the ability to settle down."

Obviously, Huang Puqian is not only poetic and picturesque, but the most important thing is that she also has a kind and filial heart.

This made Ye Hao admire her even more.

"Qianqian, I am the only granddaughter. For me, no matter how small the hope is, I must try it."

"If you are gone, what else do I want this house to do?"

Huang Pufeng smiled bitterly, with a little helplessness in his voice: "Even if I have this house, I am alone, wouldn't it be even more pitiful?"

"And you also see the faces of our relatives."

"If I had really kept this house and you were dead."

"Maybe I'll die suddenly tomorrow."

Huang Puqian smiled and said, "Grandpa, when you came in just now, I'll tell you a fortune."

"The hexagram shows that you will meet noble people in the near future."

"I have been thinking about it for a long time. My cousin took great care of us recently. She should be the so-called noble person."

"When I die, you transfer the house to her. She should give you a care for the sake of the house."

"Haha, Hongmin is indeed hardworking, but her mind is almost on her face."

"Although grandpa is not good at fortune telling, he can never be wrong in looking at people."

Huang Pufeng's voice was cold.

"Qianqian, you can rest assured and take care of your illness. Grandpa will handle other things."

Although he did not see Huang Pufeng's expression, Huang Puqian understood his grandfather's stubbornness.

At this moment, she turned around, her empty eyes fell on Ye Hao and Xie Mengyao, and she smiled slightly and said, "Two, thank you for your hard work, you are going to have a waste of time today."

Hearing this, Huang Pufeng patted his head and said, "Qianqian, I forgot to introduce it to you. This is Mr. Ye, our buyer and master."

“He is going to buy our house without spending money.”


Chapter completed!