The heroine of fast time only wants to open

Chapter 115
Compared with the old-fashioned courtyard house of the old chief's house, the Wu family's old house is not so authentic.

The main reason is that Fancy thought this place was scary when she was a kid, especially because it had the atmosphere of an old haunted house from a horror movie. She couldn't sleep well for several months.

Our ancestors had no choice but to have people renovate it from the inside out to make it a little more modern.

Because of this, the ancestor was reprimanded by several elders in the family, because this courtyard was passed down from the older generation.

I heard that it was once rewarded by an emperor during the Yuan and Ming dynasties.

It has at least a hundred years of history and has been repaired from generation to generation, making it priceless.

As a result, after such a change, over
Qin Yan was also stunned when she saw it: "Just do it. If you didn't change it, this house would have been auctioned at this price."

She held up three fingers.

Fancy didn't say anything.

She didn't force her ancestors to change it at first, and she also said she could go out and live.

If he doesn't agree, what can she do?
The entire courtyard is a Qing-style brick and wood structure, with four entrances to the quadrangle, facing south. The street gate is an auspicious Ruyi-style gatehouse on the top of a hard mountain, which looks quite majestic.

There is a yellow horn tree planted in the front yard that is at least a hundred years old. It is full of ancient style, like an old man witnessing time.

Hua Xian once heard from his ancestors that this was planted by a respected old patriarch of their family.

Later, when Hua Xian became an adult, she heard from others that this old family leader was actually the chief minister of the Ming Palace Manufacturing Office. He made the hunting rosewood muskets used by emperors for generations.

Later, it was hidden by later emperors.

The Wu family has produced many outstanding talents over the past few hundred years, not only in weapons manufacturing, but also writers, educators, national entrepreneurs, and even many outstanding children overseas.

But what they are most proud of is weapons manufacturing, which has almost become a typical representative of their family.

My ancestor’s grandfather was also talented in this field and was considered one of the founding fathers.

If he hadn't died of illness later, his status would have been frighteningly high.

With such a prominent family background, it would be enough to frighten just one of the elders.

It’s not without reason that everyone shouts about their ancestors behind their backs.

He is truly a nobleman of a century-old family, and he is still directly connected.

It was only after Fancy became an adult that she found out the history of their family.

When she found out about it, she told her aunt that her legs were weak. She never believed in ghosts and gods, but she actually went to the temple to burn incense and worship Buddha.

This was also the reason why my aunt became so unscrupulous later on. What else did she have to be afraid of when her niece climbed onto such a high branch? !
Dry!
I started doing business that I didn’t dare to do before!

Even if someone is caught and framed, with a family background like our ancestors, the most they can do is get a name in jail, be sent abroad to hide for a few years, and then come back and still make waves.

Hua Xian was always pissed off by her indifferent attitude.

This woman never thought that if her ancestor was in trouble, he would be fine, and she might be killed by the Wu family.

Fortunately, the ancestors did not let such a thing happen.

Everyone in the Wu family knew of her existence, but no one cared about her.

Except for warning her once when renovating the old house, he basically treated her as a non-person.

Real big families are like this. If their descendants have tidbits, they won't take it seriously, as long as they don't get married and don't cause scandals.

Everyone is very busy and everyone is in a high position. Who has the time to pick on a little girl like her?

Besides, my ancestor, Lao Tzu, the local emperor of a certain three provinces, still raised a young child. How dare he take care of his own son?
Hua Xian grew up peacefully until adulthood, and no one ever gave her any trouble.

The secretary led them inside while talking about what their ancestors did before disappearing, what they ate, and who they met.

The nanny added on the side, raising her eyes from time to time to look at Hua Xian cautiously, and not daring to speak loudly.

The furnishings in the courtyard are much more modern, and there is basically no trace of the old house.

Hua Xian glanced at the west wing, where she had lived for seven years.Nothing has changed, it is exactly the same as when she left a few years ago. Even the magnolias planted have not changed their positions and are neatly built.

Hua Xian spent her precious girl time there - studying and training day and night every day, and going to her ancestors at designated points to check her homework.

The ancestors were allowed to obey her and give her whatever she wanted, but she was not allowed to be lazy in her homework.

Therefore, Hua Xian never dares to slack off in her homework.

Those years were the time when she gained the most knowledge in her life, which became her capital to save her life in the future.

Hua Xian waved her hand and asked the secretary to take everyone away while she went in to look for it herself.

It was as if she was a guest.

After 5 minutes, the two opened the study door.

The ancestral study is said to be a study, but in fact it is more like a studio.

It is divided into two rooms, the inner room is a lounge, and the center of the outer room is a semi-circular workbench, with various semi-finished weapon parts placed on it.

Almost all three walls are piled up with books, and the other wall is specially used to hang the drawings and manuscripts he usually draws.

It is densely packed, sticking from the root of the wall to the top of the wall, and the intricate line notes make people dizzy.

These are all drawn by him one stroke at a time.

He is a very dedicated person.

And he is also the kind of person who is almost fanatical about his profession.

The most profound impression on Fancy was when he stayed in the studio for almost half a year.

If he hadn't come to check her homework every day, Hua Xian would have thought he was dead inside.

Half a year later, the new UC5 series rifles he designed caused a big sensation in the weapons industry as soon as they were released, almost ushering in a new era of weapons and equipment for the motherland.

For the sake of international friendly relations, this series of firearms were exported abroad and used in 15 Northwestern countries and more than 80 countries around the world.

In the past three years, a total of 8 guns have been produced around the world, and about 000% of them are still in use. They have since been adopted by private security agencies and other organizations.

Domestic and foreign media frantically wrote and interviewed his personal deeds, but they were all blocked.

There is really nothing wrong with saying that my ancestor is a semi-public figure.

Huanxian searched around the room and found no refrigerator or freezer.

She asked people to search all over the house, and it was true that there was no meat like the one Tu Zuo ate.

Just when Hua Xian thought her trip was in vain, Qin Yan suddenly moved the photo frame on the workbench.

Then the two of them saw a deep staircase tunnel appearing under the semi-circular workbench.

There is actually a cave underneath.

Qin Yanran looked at the photo frame on the table in shock. There was no photo in it, but a bank check for 40 yuan.

"Does this little money need to be framed? And it's still a darkroom switch?" Qin Yan couldn't understand.

When Hua Xian saw the check, his heart skipped a beat, but he didn't say anything.

That was the reward she received for her first successful shooting of a commercial spy when she was 16 years old.

But she remembered converting the check into money and spending it all.
Hua Xian shook off the memory and asked her aunt to go down first.

It was too dark and she was a little timid.

Qin Yan didn't care and walked down on her thin high heels.

(End of this chapter)