At that time, others said that my father was mentally ill - not only did he guard a clock tower, but he also circled the clock tower to watch the clock in the middle of the night.

Who in this day and age still listens to the clock being called? Besides, my father never made a sound when the watch was called. He just held a clapper and worked around it under the bell tower. What’s even worse is that my father didn’t make any noise when he walked, and he was very willing to do so.

Talk to others.

If someone comes back at home in the middle of the night, if you don't look carefully, you will be surprised by where my father is. Especially when he comes out to talk to you, he might scare people to death.

Many people in the alley told my dad about this, but they didn't dare to go to my grandfather. Because my grandfather was a soldier when he was young and had killed people, and few people in the alley dared to talk to him or say anything about my grandfather.

The ferocious light in those eyes is piercing to the eyes.

I also asked why my grandfather guarded the bell tower. My grandfather told me: he was not guarding the bell tower, but observing the ancestral precepts.

I asked him: "What did our ancestors do?" He pointed at the bangle used for the watch: "It's for the watch."

But I always feel that's not the case. The clapper usually used for banging is just an empty piece of wood when I visited the museum with my school.

The clapper that my grandfather used was made of a piece of wood covered with a layer of bone. I don’t know what it was that made the bone. My grandfather polished it until it was dark red and shiny. At first glance, he thought it was a piece of jade.

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There used to be an antique collector who immediately fell in love with my grandfather’s bangle and wanted to buy it. After he got annoyed, my grandfather said, “My bangle is made of human brains and bones. Don’t worry.”

If you do something wrong, go back and buy it."

The man specifically took it and took a look at it, his expression suddenly changed, and he kept saying that he "can't see Taishan", and then he walked around the road when he saw my father.

Originally, our family lived a good life in the alley. If my second uncle hadn't failed to live up to his expectations, we wouldn't have had so many things happen later.

That year a boss came to our place, and he took a fancy to the bell tower at first sight. Later, after asking around, I found out that the bell tower was my family's ancestral property, and I even applied for a real estate certificate later.

The boss asked me for the price several times, but I didn't sell it. He got so angry that he even gave the villager who came to set up a deal a slap in the face.

But my second uncle took advantage of it and secretly sold the bell tower while my father was out. He took the money and ran away without even leaving a word.

When my father found out about this, his face turned blue with anger, he picked up his pipe and pot and walked towards the bell tower.

When my father passed by, the boss had already brought the construction team. He said that the bell tower should be dismantled intact, and then moved to his house intact and rebuilt again. In order to dismantle the bell tower smoothly, then

The boss also brought several experts and professors from the archeology department.

When my father went to find someone else, my father was afraid that he would get into trouble if his temper got worse, so he hurried to the bell tower with him.

I also ran after my dad. I never knew that my dad walked so fast and I couldn't catch up with him even when I ran.

When I caught up to the bell tower, someone in the construction team let out a dog. I saw a wolfdog as big as a calf trying to pounce on my father, and I was so frightened that I almost sat on the ground.

Who would have thought that my father didn't even move his hands and glared at the dog, and the dog was so frightened that it ran back with its tail between its legs, hiding behind people and not daring to come out. My father said: "You are in charge.

People come out."

The boss walked out of the crowd and said, "Old man Chen, I bought your house with real money and the contract has been signed. Don't be stupid."

My father said solemnly: "Of course I have to take credit for the shit my son pooped. I'll give you the Bell Tower, but I have to take away the things inside. You bought my Bell Tower, but you didn't buy the things I put in it, right?"

No matter what you say about this matter, I make sense."

"Whatever you want!" The boss made way for me.

"Wait for me outside." After saying this, my grandfather entered the bell tower.

When he walked in, the boss wiped his sweat and said, "What does this old man do? Why is he so scary?"

Someone said on the side: "Old man Chen has really killed people. I heard that when he was a soldier, we here thought that everyone on the position was dead, so we planned to bombard the position. Seeing the enemy coming up and down,

I just couldn't get to the position, so I sent a platoon up to take a look, and guess what?"

The man specifically looked into the courtyard and said, "Old man Chen, his legs are broken, and he is still lying on the pile of dead people, shooting down with a machine gun!"

"I heard that several people's heads were thrown around him, and I don't know how he chopped them off! In that battle, he killed at least two to three hundred people!"

"No wonder..." The boss's face became even more ugly. The few bodyguards around him who were dissatisfied and angry also shrank their necks at this time, and no one dared to move forward.

After a while, my father walked out of the yard carrying a long object on his back. Before he could reach me, someone from the construction team came chasing him.

It looked like he was an expert hired by the boss. The man walked a few steps quickly and said, "Old man, wait a minute, is your box something from the palace? It's a cultural relic..."
Chapter completed!