Antiques with golden eyes

After opening the door, Shen Yu stumbled and almost fell.

Looking down, I saw that the cement floor was covered with a layer of water droplets.

This room is very large, more than 80 square meters, and is divided into an inner room and an outer room, making it a suite.

The most conspicuous thing in the outer room is a purple screen with a scroll portrait of Sun Simiao, the King of Medicine.

There is a rosewood square table in front of the screen, and a red lacquered Taishi chair of unknown material is placed in front and behind the square table.

There are dozens of potted flowers placed in the sunny position in the south. Unfortunately, except for the cactus, the others are all dead.

Shen Yu quickly walked a few steps and opened the wooden door of the bedroom. This was his room. The decoration inside was very simple, with white plaster walls, beige curtains, and a white wardrobe.

There is a wooden single bed by the window, and a domestic computer and a pair of stereos are placed on the desk on the north wall, but nothing else.

At this moment, the bedroom floor is a mess.

There were twenty or thirty disposable lunch boxes and paper cups, hundreds of finished cans and mineral water bottles were piled in the corner, and packaging bags of various instant noodles and snacks were scattered all over the floor, leaving Shen Yu nowhere to go. Put your feet down.

Although the window was open, the sour smell in the room still made Shen Yu immediately cover his mouth and nose.

Looking up, he saw that the ceiling fan on the roof had not been turned off, and Shen Yu breathed a sigh of relief with a wry smile.

"There was no thief. If I guessed correctly, dad must have come here to hide from debts."

"Huh..."

It’s good that there were no intruders. Shen Yu took a deep breath and turned around and went outside the hospital.

Of the two rooms in the front yard of the old house, one was converted into a kitchen and the other was converted into a bathroom.

With the idea of ​​giving it a try, Shen Yu turned on the faucet in the bathroom, and there was water!

This discovery made Shen Yu very happy, because when he went out a few days ago, he forgot to recharge the water and the water was cut off.

My ignorant father finally did a good deed and even paid his water bill.

Thinking about it, Shen Yu laughed again. He wouldn't be able to live here if he didn't have to pay for flushing water. His father, who has a reputation for being mysophobic, would definitely not be able to bear it.

Shen Yu first put the dried mop into the mop pool and soaked it, then went to the kitchen to get a pack of garbage bags and a pack of wet wipes, and walked back to his bedroom again.

The bedding on the bed was already greasy and moldy, and it couldn't be covered even in the hot weather, so I simply threw it away.

Wiping the bed carefully with a wet wipe, Shen Yu took out new sheets from the closet and laid them on.

Then I picked up the broom and started sweeping the domestic garbage on the floor.

After collecting three large bags of garbage, Shen Yu went out and threw them into the trash can outside.

When he came back, the mop was already soft. Shen Yu took a bucket and carefully wiped the bedroom floor three times before it was restored to its original appearance.

After going to the bathroom to take a shower, Shen Yu changed into clean clothes, boiled water and made tea and read a book on the sofa in the living room.

"Dad only dares to cause trouble in my house. I guess he will never dare to go to grandpa's bedroom."

In order to verify his idea, Shen Yu gently pushed open the door of the room on the right side of the living room.

Different from Shen Yu's room on the left, this room is very clean, and there is no smell at all except for being a little stuffy.

The decoration is much more luxurious than that of Shen Yu's room, which is simply a huge difference.

Solid wood floors, crystal chandeliers, Simmons beds, wall-mounted air conditioners, leather sofas, and exquisite rosewood desks with pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and chessboards.

"Grandpa's power is still there after all. Even after he died, dad still didn't dare to come to his house to enjoy it, that is, he dared to endure the sweltering heat and stay in my house."

Shen Yu walked to the window and opened it gently, then came to the rosewood bookshelf against the east wall and looked at it carefully.

There are no rare ancient books on the bookshelves, but they are filled with old photos.

In the first black frame, a kind-hearted old man is holding a one-year-old baby and laughing heartily.

In the photo below, the baby has turned into a child, a teenager, and a young man, while the old man's beard and hair are getting whiter and whiter, and the wrinkles on his skin are getting more and more.

Touching the edge of the frame, Shen Yu's eyes suddenly became moist.

Memories of memories surged through Shen Yu's mind like a tide, and the fragments of his grandfather's life kept changing like a slideshow.

Shen Yu could never forget the worried look of his grandfather holding his hand while lying on the bed, "Qinan, grandpa feels like he is leaving.

"I don't have any regrets in this life, I just can't worry about you. Grandpa was kind to many people in Dongjiang and Chuzhou. When grandpa is here, there will always be some bad feelings. But when grandpa is gone, this love will gradually fade away." .

"You can't count on your father. From now on, you should be smarter, speak first when you meet people, smile when you meet them, don't be impulsive when things happen, think twice before you act!

"Always remember, suffering is a blessing, suffering is a blessing!"

At that time, Shen Yu felt that his grandfather was in good health and nothing would happen to him, so he comforted himself and went back to the house to sleep. However, when he woke up the next day, he found that his grandfather had passed away.

When his grandfather was still alive, he always wanted to hold his great-grandson, but this wish was not fulfilled by the old man, and Shen Yu felt filled with guilt.

Zhongzhonglou, the only son of the Shen family in Chuzhou, has been able to reach out for clothes and open his mouth for food since he was born. The word "rich clothes and good food" is used to describe him. When he was young, he was followed by at least a dozen elders.

Drinking tea from colorful chicken jar cups, eating from Yongxuan blue and white porcelain dishes, and using incense burners to smoke clothes are not the incense burners used by the Ming Dynasty court.

"Are you the kind of bad boy on TV who bullies men and dominates women?" Shen Yu would sometimes tease his grandfather.

After hearing this, Zhongzhonglou would laugh out loud, "Those are all for fanning me and carrying things. Our Shen family treats everyone who eats in the house very generously. Bullying? What's the point of that? Or spend money." Money is the most comfortable thing. Spreading it out freely is just a matter of pleasure!"

In the words of my grandfather, he was defeated by bandits in his life, and he himself was defeated by bandits.

First, at the age of sixteen, he was kidnapped by a group of bandits called Cao Shangfei in Dongji Mountain. However, a few years later, he also helped the people by killing the leader of this group of bandits, Luo Yun Diao, and several of his evil-doing men, and burned down their lair.

In the 1920s, the war was chaotic. The year after Shen Chonglou killed Luoyundiao, Chuzhou was taken advantage of by a group of hundreds of bandits to invade.

The other party's home base was in Dongjiang, entrenched in Wuyun Shanjiming Village. At that time, Dongjiang was already the capital of Jiangnan Province and was heavily guarded. This group of people did not dare to make any mistakes, because if they went there, they would die.

However, the Qingshui River flooded, and floods around Chuzhou were severe. The displaced people from nearby counties rushed to Chuzhou City. This group of bandits from Jiming Village disguised themselves as refugees and sneaked into Chuzhou City.

As soon as they entered the city, these bandits showed their fangs, and the Shen family was the first to bear the brunt. Shen was a wealthy family. That year, Zhongzhong Lou was only twenty-three years old. He first dismissed his relatives and servants, and then led the martial arts masters from the guards to fight with the bandits from Jiming Village. Tough.

He killed thirteen bandits by himself, so frightened that they only dared to yell and threaten outside the gate of Shen's house, and did not even dare to climb over the wall and enter the courtyard.

However, robbers often don't play their cards according to the routine. It can be said that they are very sinister. They actually chose fire attack.

The Shen family's house with six front and back doors instantly turned into a sea of ​​flames. The current house was later rebuilt among the ruins. After that, most of the Shen family's property was destroyed. In the end, only the two front and back doors were built. The rest of the house was heavy with buildings. To the descendants of the deceased guarding martial arts master.

During the fire, Zhongzhonglou arranged for some of the family members to escape in the tunnel. He was shot three times and finally killed the leader of the Jimingzhai bandits with a money dart, scaring the rest of the gang. The government defeated them and killed them one by one.

Unfortunately, Zhongzhonglou who ran into Dongji Mountain didn't know that the bandits in Jiming Village had already surrendered. He hid in a cave at Zangjing Peak in Dongji Mountain to recuperate. Just when his injuries were getting worse and worse and he was about to die, A white-haired Taoist priest who went into a cave to take shelter from the rain saved his life.

This person is Qingyunzi, the master of Qingniu Temple in Dongjiang. After some conversation, Qingyunzi developed a love for talents, accepted Zhongzhonglou as his disciple and passed on his superb medical skills.

The most important reason why Zhongzhonglou ran away from the Chuzhou family to live in Dongjiang was to take care of his master.

In Zhonglou's words, he is the fate of the male protagonist in martial arts novels. He has many beautiful clothes and good food, and has several confidants in his life.

I met a master who was a medical fairy and lived a hundred years without any hardship!

Also, with his knowledge of antiques and his superb Chinese medicine skills, for Zhong Zhonglou, money is not a matter of how much he earns, but whether he wants to earn it or not.

As long as you want to make money, money is never a problem.