Tomb raiding: A mere 20 is nothing!

With so many people arriving in Yucun all at once, all of them handsome men and beautiful women, the happiest person was none other than the aunt next door. However, every time she went there excitedly, she always left disappointed.

They can't pry them open; they can't pry any of them open.

They also discovered something extremely strange.

She's been a matchmaker for half her life, and her ability to read people is unparalleled, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. She's always right.

What exactly is so strange about this?

She noticed that there was something wrong with the way these people looked at her.

When the topic of relationships comes up, her eyes dart around, clearly indicating that she has the answer in her heart but doesn't want to say it.

She could understand; they were all young men, and it was perfectly normal for them to have someone they liked.

She then said she could help come up with some ideas.

After all, he used to make a living from this, so he understands girls' thoughts to some extent.

After she said that, some people asked her for advice, while others remained silent, but their eyes all seemed to be fixed on the same person.

"Auntie, I'm here!"

Just as she thought of this, the protagonist suddenly appeared in front of her, his accessories jingling, and he looked like the brightest fire in spring.

Today is Lunar New Year's Eve.

To fit the atmosphere, Shen Mingchao dressed up as a little god of wealth, and San San also wore a lucky cat outfit.

The woman came to her senses.

Her children have all gone to work in big cities and only come back once a year during holidays.

To be honest, she was quite glad she rented out the apartment next door. Otherwise, Yucun would be really deserted.

She had long considered them as her own family.

"The Ming Dynasty..."

After hesitating for a moment, the woman finally asked, "Do you have someone you like?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Mingchao knew that the old lady's old habit had resurfaced. She shook her head and said, "No, Auntie, I don't have that in mind right now, so please don't worry about me."

"well--"

Silly child.

"Auntie, I've been through this. There are some things I need to say, but I can't help but feel suffocated if I don't say them." She patted Shen Mingchao's hand, her voice long and drawn out. "When it comes to matters of the heart, they are the most uncontrollable thing, especially when it comes to the eyes."

So pay more attention to the people around you.

Shen Mingchao blinked.

At first glance, this sounds like an older woman advising her to date again.

Can...

Looking into the woman's enigmatic eyes, she vaguely sensed that something was amiss.

It was a strange feeling I couldn't quite put my finger on; I always felt there was something more to what the older woman was saying.

But when she tried to ask more questions, the old lady had already bent down and hugged San San in her arms, saying that the lucky cat had come to her door and that her family would have a lot of money in the new year.

The atmosphere reached this point, and the words on the tip of my tongue immediately fell silent.

When the old lady is happy, the only thing she has to do is laugh along with her.

After leaving the old lady's house, Shen Mingchao hummed a little tune as he walked back to his village house in the afterglow of the setting sun. Before he even stepped into the courtyard, the sounds of laughter and chatter drifted out from inside.

She peered through the open gate into the courtyard, where figures were scattered about, their lives vibrant and full of life.

Strictly speaking, this is her first year in the world of Daomu Biji. But counting the five months at the Bronze Gate, she has been in the book for a whole year now.

This period of time is neither long nor short.

So much had happened that it gave her the illusion that several years had passed.

Shen Mingchao had once thought about spending the Spring Festival in Yucun. He originally thought he would miss home, feel depressed, and be reminded of the past by the scenery.

When the moment finally arrived, there were so many people around her, creating a chaotic scene that she couldn't concentrate at all.

So Shen Mingchao stood there and watched for a long time.

……

The fat man waved his hand and said, "White Snake, Kan Jian, and Wang Meng, stop sitting around and come inside with me. How can we celebrate the New Year's Eve without a New Year's Eve dinner?"

Kan Jian chuckled, responded, and went inside.

Wang Meng said reluctantly, "I want to wait until the Ming Dynasty returns."

White Snake curled her lip: "Why are you only calling us? You only know how to exploit honest people. Aren't there plenty of other people who can cook? Wu Xie, Blackie, and those guys—"

He originally intended to point at the Zhang family, but they all glanced at him out of the corner of their eyes, and the air inside was colder than winter in Yucun.

The white snake choked.

It's not that he chickened out; it's just that people instinctively shrink back when faced with overwhelming numerical superiority.

They can't handle one, let alone a whole group.

Depend on.

Why do these overpowered people even exist in this world, and why do they have to be his rivals in love?

This is really... really challenging.

What's wrong with cheating?

Now, unlike him, I can't express my feelings verbally.

White Snake rolled her eyes at the group's cold stares, turned around and went into the kitchen, thinking that she would definitely add some ingredients to their bowls after she finished cooking.

"Hey!" Zhang Haiyan exclaimed, pointing at the white snake. "Is he provoking us?"

Zhang Qianjun: "Remove 'not'."

Zhang Haike transferred out 80,000 yuan, saying, "Be careful, I have a feeling this kid has bad intentions."

"Pong!" Zhang Rishan took the cards. "He's just a kid, it's normal for him to be hot-blooded when he's young."

Zhang Haiyan threw the cards away and smiled sinisterly: "Tsk, if he's so capable, he'll try to trick us. I remember there was a pile of cow dung in the farmland, wasn't there? If he dares to trick us, let him deal with it."

"I agree." Zhang Haike nodded.

"Wait a minute!" Zhang Qianjun shouted, pushing his tiles over: "I won!"

"President."

At this moment, Luo Que came out, handed the document to Zhang Rishan, and briefly explained the situation in Beijing to him.

In a corner of the courtyard, two members of the Huo family were still standing.

An awkward atmosphere filled the air between the two.

After all, one was a failed usurper and the other was the head of the family. It was naturally awkward for former rivals to meet.

Huo Xiuxiu sighed, "We actually had such a peaceful time. Times have really changed."

Hordorff also lamented, "Now I feel that the position of head of the family isn't as good as I imagined. There are too many things to do, and I'm not free."

Out of kinship, Huo Xiuxiu relented: "Let bygones be bygones. If you want to go back, I won't stop you."

"No, thank you." Hordorff stood with his hands clasped. "There's no place for me there anymore, and my ambitions lie elsewhere."

"Yeah...."

Huo Xiuxiu murmured softly, then turned and walked away.

On the other side, Hei Xiazi was shouting that he was going to town to buy fireworks. Since Shen Mingchao wasn't there, he immediately set his sights on Xie Yuchen, who was reclining on the chair.

"Master Hua~~"

The flattering words had barely left his lips when the card was handed to him.

"The boss is so generous!" Black Bear smiled even more broadly. Just as he was about to reach for it, the card nimbly spun around and avoided his hand.

Xie Yuchen opened his eyes and met Hei Xiazi's gaze.

"Remember to buy something nice-looking."

After all, the fireworks display was for Shen Mingchao to see that night, so only a spectacular and beautiful display could leave a lasting impression.

This is a good thing for two people to communicate silently.

Black Bear curled his lips, took the card, and assured, "Don't worry, I, Black Bear, do have some taste. I guarantee it will be a sight to behold."

As someone of noble birth, one's judgment cannot be poor.