When I looked in the car, I saw that this area was already relatively remote. Before the expansion of Wuqing, it should have been outside the scope of Chengguan Town.

According to Brother Ma, the gatekeeper, this area is being demolished. During this period, many people came to look for old houses. In particular, the house of a man named Chen was very lively. I heard that a lot of things were vacated.

As soon as he rolled down the car window, Chang Xian smelled a strange smell, and there was sewage flowing across the ground. When he opened the car door, he felt a little helpless.

After getting off the car, I carefully avoided the dirty water on the ground. When I got here, I didn't dare to use the three wheels, so I had to follow Teacher Zhao Lirong's example and walk forward step by step, turning back.

Looking at this environment, Chang Xian couldn't help but shook his head. This poor man suffered all the time. The road in this alley was paved higher than the courtyard, and these houses, without the steps, were lower than the courtyard. It was a disadvantage.

There isn't much rain in the door. If it rains, I'm afraid it will flood.

The shadow of the copper coins was placed down, and it was completely empty, indicating that the demolition in this area should have been completed, and almost all the people had left the buildings.

After walking no more than thirty or fifty steps, the drainage ditch in the alley seemed to be blocked, and sewage was flowing everywhere on the ground.

Chang Xian had no choice but to act like a giant monkey, looking for a clean place to rest his feet while also letting in the occasional people walking out of the alley. Not only him, but also the people walking in the alley were jumping up and down.

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Erasing the colors makes it look like a mime in old Shanghai.

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"Collecting old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo, wood and bronze wares, the four treasures of the study!"

After finally walking to the door, Chang Xian turned on the speaker, and found that the courtyard door was empty, and someone had broken it down to burn firewood.

Chang Xian walked directly into the yard and knocked on a door that looked dark from the window.

"Is anyone here? Collecting used goods..."

As Chang Xian called the door, there was no movement in the door. A door opened next to it. A girl with messy hair like a chicken coop stretched out her head and took a look. With a "bang", she closed the door again.

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"There won't be anyone at home, right?"

Chang Xian thought to himself as he stamped his feet outside.

"Old Chen, Old Master Chen, are you at home?"

While Chang Xian was talking, he knocked on the door again.

"Oh, come on, I kept you waiting for a long time!"

Following the words, the door was opened from the inside, the curtain was lifted, and a person came out.

This man was very polite. He probably heard Chang Xian's shouts about collecting used goods, so he welcomed him in without asking.

Chang Xian ducked his head and walked into the house. Looking around, he saw that the house was empty. He probably had almost finished moving. If it had been a day or two later, there might not be anyone here.

Old Chen's family seemed to live in relatively poor conditions. The light bulbs in the house were still wired. A long rope was pulled from the wall at the door to the head of the bed. This was quite convenient. You didn't have to get out of bed, just reach out and reach it.

arrive.

There was an unknown person lying on the bed, with long hair scattered outside. He coughed occasionally and seemed to be out of breath. When he saw a guest coming in, the woman didn't say anything, got up and turned to the back room.

In the middle of the main room, there is a coal stove, with the chimney sticking out of the window. There is also a medicine jar on top of the stove. I don't know what kind of soup is boiling in it, and it smells of a mixture of angelica root and dangshen.

It floated out, but it didn't smell bad. I guess Lao Chen was brewing medicine just now.

"Please take a seat, please take a seat quickly. It's cold at home, so don't be surprised..."

The old Master Chen hurriedly offered his seat to Chang Xian, then reached out and turned on the light. There was not much difference between turning on the light and not turning it on, because the small light bulb emitting a yellow light did not turn on at all.

How useful.

Chang Xian casually took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Master Chen.

"Oh, it's China. Are you obsessed with me today?"

Master Chen took the cigarette and took a look at it. He put it to his nose and sniffed it vigorously. He didn't put it in his mouth, but hung it on his ear. He wanted to keep it for a good taste.

Chang Xian was not addicted to cigarettes. Seeing that Lao Chen was not smoking, he put the cigarette back, looked at it and said: "Master Chen, your room should be ventilated and exposed to the sun regularly, otherwise it will be bad for your health.

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"Hey, I'm already at this age. I just live one day at a time. I don't care whether my health is good or not..."

Master Chen sighed, crossed his legs and sat down on the bed.

While speaking, Chang Xian carefully observed Master Chen. He should be about sixty-five or sixty-six years old. He was not very tall and a little chubby. The hair on his head had almost fallen out. There was a bright light on his bald head.

When I look back, I can still see the folds of flesh on the back of my neck.

Judging from his appearance, if he changed his clothes, he would look like a boss, not someone who lives in this place.

It's just that when Master Chen smiles, he looks silly, a bit like "Master Mao'er" as people in the capital call him.

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"Speaking of which is an insult to our ancestors. I remember that my ancestor, Xiufeng Gong, was the commander of the Beijing-Tianjin garrison, an army general, and was awarded the title of General of the General Office. He had countless industries in the Five Avenues, and also invested in Kailuan Coal Mine, Huaxin Cotton Mill, and Zhongyuan Company.

..., this big courtyard with four fronts and two gardens was built in Yangcun. However, after liberation, it was all turned over to the public. The government gave this small courtyard, and later several families moved in, and they couldn't even drive them away.

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Master Chen seemed to have no one to talk to him. After Chang Xian sat down, he started talking to himself. When he got excited, he took off the cigarette from his ear and lit it on the stove.

He took a nice puff.

Listening to what Master Chen said, his ancestor was a big shot in his early years. He often visited the Five Avenues. There is a former residence of Chen Guangyuan on Yantai Road. It was on Boros Road in the former British Concession. It just matched what this person said.

According to Lao Chen, his grandfather is Chen Guangyuan's nephew. The Chen family is not prosperous, so his grandfather did not stay in Jinmen. Instead, he returned to his hometown in Wuqing to look at the ancestral home and ask Tian Wenshe to build a farm house.

Weng.

Before Lao Chen was liberated, he was raised by his mother. When he was seven or eight years old, he didn't even know how to dress himself.

When his grandfather was alive, he smoked cigarettes all day long and took his grandson to the Chinese Theater.

According to Lao Chen, he participated in all the plays of famous actors such as Mei Cheng, Shang Xun and others, and his grandfather once stuffed him with golden beans and threw them on the stage.

It’s just that what is supposed to come is always inevitable.

When Tianjin was peacefully liberated and the old Chen family's old secrets were exposed, I, who had been drained by eating, drinking, prostitution and gambling, simply closed my eyes and went to see Grandpa Chen after a few beatings.

Everything in the house, whether yellow, white, soft or hard, was confiscated.

It was a big mistake to leave behind Chen, who was in his early twenties. He was young and in good health, otherwise he would have been lying in that lonely grave.

Later, the policy was implemented and the small courtyard was given back to Lao Chen. Forget about the yellow and white things, there were bottles and jars and some shabby furniture, but I returned a lot to Lao Chen. Anyway, they were not worth anything at that time.
Chapter completed!