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Chapter 2516 I'm Not a Bad Girl (7)

This ancient house of Mr. He’s family has been passed down for 400 years. It can be said to be a veritable ancient house, and it can be called a historic heritage.

Don't look at this old and dilapidated house, but its market value can be estimated at one billion. Of course, such an ancient house has a price but no market.

Mr. He never planned to sell it. If Zhan Linhao hadn't been intimidating and tempting him, he would never have sold it on the condition that he would change one of his son's surnames to He in the future to continue the incense of the He family.

In fact, Zhan Linhao's willingness to pass on a son to inherit the ancestral tree of the He family is already a priceless condition. Mr. He did not intend to take Zhan Linhao's money for this condition, but wanted to give it to him, but Zhan Linhao is kind and generous, and directly gave one billion to Mr. He.

This transaction can also be regarded as a transaction based on feelings, a happy transaction between both parties.

Mr. He was in a good mood, and with his hands behind his back, he and Xie Zhuofei came to the gate of the ancient house, and Zhan Linhao controlled the wheelchair to follow.

Because they knew that Qiqi and Miaomiao had lived here before, and that they died unexpectedly here, Xie Zhuofei and Zhan Linhao were both joyful and somewhat heavy.

Mr. He seemed much more relaxed. He didn't have the same emotions as Xie Zhuofei and Zhan Linhao, and his expression was not as calm as theirs, but he was always smiling.

This ancient house was built 400 years ago and is full of ancient charm. Most of its buildings are wooden structures, the courtyard walls are very tall, and the gatehouse is also in a particularly classical style.

In fact, the outer wall and gate tower of this house are no longer what they used to be. After so many years, the courtyard wall and gate tower have been damaged many times, and even the nanmu lintel on the gate tower has long been stolen.

The current courtyard wall and gatehouse have been repaired many times by later generations. The original courtyard wall was not so high, and it was increased repeatedly to prevent theft.

The wood is a wooden door, thick, painted with red lacquer, and the doorposts are carved with complicated ancient patterns. As soon as you approach, you can feel the atmosphere of ancient culture.

Mr. He took out a very simple key and opened the big iron lock on the door. With a light push with both hands, the wooden door creaked open.

The goal was a large screen, and she couldn't see the scenery in the courtyard. Xie Zhuofei had a feeling of being close to her hometown. Although this was not her hometown, she felt a lot about the strange and wonderful hometown.

Stepping over the high threshold, walking into the courtyard, looking around, there is indeed something strange.

Surrounded by green trees, flowers and plants clustered in clusters, the sound of rockery and flowing water came from time to time, and the ground was cleaned extremely clean.

It can be seen from this that Mr. He cherishes this ancient house very much. He doesn't live in it, and he doesn't use it for making a living. He just takes good care of it and passes it on.

She likes it here.

For some reason, I wanted to share this feeling with Zhan Linhao at the first moment, but when I turned around, I saw that he was still standing outside the threshold.

He is in a wheelchair and needs help to get in.

So she ran over, helped him cross the threshold, walked into the yard together, and then kept pushing him.

Mr. He locked the gate of the courtyard, because he cherished this house too much, and never allowed outsiders to come in. Usually, only Ah Liang came to clean it.

Across the screen wall, the three of them walked deeper into the yard together. Mr. He introduced while walking. The three of them walked very slowly, and they watched every place carefully.

A set of ancient houses that have been passed down for 400 years, people in it have a heavy feeling, and the steps under their feet are much more solid.

(End of this chapter)