There is a long corridor between the backyard of Jifutang and the front yard.
There are ponds on both sides of the corridor, where you can see lotus flowers and goldfish.
Although this kind of place is old, it is very Su style of gardening, with Jiangnan water towns everywhere, small bridges, flowing water, pavilions and rockeries, all available.
The hot summer wind seems to have turned into a refreshing cool breeze in this place, making people feel extremely comfortable.
In the pavilion in the middle, there was a woman wearing a white dress, her long ponytail tied casually, and no makeup.
She had a compass in her hand, and she occasionally pressed it on it a few times, as if she was calculating something.
There are many ancient bamboo slips beside her. The bamboo slips are all carved with knives, so she can read the words on the bamboo slips through touch.
Even though she is blind and her whole body is weak, the poetic and picturesque aura of this daughter has not diminished at all.
Ye Hao looked at this scene and couldn't help but feel a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
Plastic surgery is extremely popular in the country these days, so there are Internet celebrity beauties everywhere in the streets.
But this kind of woman with her own ancient style and poetic charm is definitely hard to find.
"Grandpa, are you really ready to sell our Jifutang?"
Huang Puqian seemed to have heard the footsteps and had figured out something. She sighed and looked a little sad.
"I've already told you that this is not a disease, but a retribution for revealing the secret of heaven."
"Even if you sell our ancestral Jifutang and seek medical treatment for me, it will be in vain."
"So, I still suggest that you don't sell it, otherwise after I die, grandpa, you won't even be able to live and work."
Obviously, Huang Puqian is not only poetic, but most importantly, she also has a kind and filial heart.
This made Ye Hao appreciate her even more.
"Qianqian, I am only your granddaughter. For me, no matter how small the hope is, I must try."
"If you are no longer here, what do I need this house for?"
Huang Pufeng smiled bitterly, with a hint of helplessness in his voice: "Even if I have this house, wouldn't it be more pitiful for me to be alone?"
"And you also saw the faces of our relatives."
"What if I really kept this house and you died."
"Maybe I will die suddenly tomorrow."
Huang Puqian smiled and said, "Grandpa, when you just came in, I did a fortune telling for you."
"The hexagram shows that you will meet a noble person in the near future."
"After much thought, my cousin has taken great care of us recently. She should be the so-called noble person."
"After I die, you will transfer the house to her, and she will take care of the house and support you in your old age."
"Oh, Hongmin is indeed more diligent in coming, but her thoughts are almost on her face."
"Although grandpa is not very good at telling fortunes, he is never wrong when he reads people."
Huang Pufeng's voice was cold.
"Qianqian, just rest in peace and recuperate. Grandpa will take care of other things."
Although she didn't see Huang Pufeng's expression, Huang Puqian understood her grandfather's stubbornness.
At this moment, she turned around and her empty gaze fell on Ye Hao and Xie Mengyao. She smiled slightly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, you two have to travel in vain today."
After hearing this, Huang Pufeng patted his head and said: "Qianqian, I forgot to introduce you. This is Mr. Ye, our buyer and master."