In this large courtyard surrounded by an old house, Zhang Yaming and the others lived in the side room, and there were several houses on the main house, but there were no one living there at all. At this time, the lights were on, and the singing and the laughter of children came from the main house.

When Zhang Yaming and the others came during the day, it was almost dark because it was late, so the Chen family only arranged for them to visit the wing room and stay in it, but the main house was locked.

At that time, people from the Chen family said that when everyone was free tomorrow morning, they would open the main house door and let everyone have a good tour. Zhang Yaming didn't think much about the Chen family's remarks at that time.

Because he had been riding the bus, he was very tired, so he did not put forward different opinions at the time. Instead, he felt that the Chen family's arrangements were reasonable.

As a seller, I definitely hope that my goods can be presented to the guests in the most perfect state, so that I can leave a good impression.

Since it is looking at the house, even if there is light, it is far less than the light in the morning. People from the Chen family want to choose to look at the house tomorrow morning. Zhang Yaming can understand it completely and has no objection.

But in the middle of the night, everyone in the yard has fallen asleep, so how could anyone live in the main house?

And the sound was still a mother and son. The mother was coaxing her son to sleep and singing lullabies to the child, while the child was giggling naughtyly, just unwilling to go to bed.

On such nights, Zhang Yaming always feels strange. Could it be that someone is living in the old house of the Chen family?

Then it is inconvenient for orphans and widows to be orphans at night, so the Chen family cannot let them see the house at night and insist on visiting the house tomorrow morning?

I guess there is such a possibility!

Zhang Yaming thought to himself that he wanted to go back to the room to rest, but his steps were attracted and slowly walked to the main house along the song.

There is also a corridor outside the main house, and a gardenia planted. In winter, the leaves of the gardenia did not fall, but were green and lush, occupying a large area.

Zhang Yaming stood outside the gardenia and looked into the room curiously.

There are eight houses in the main house, three of which are made into living rooms. The living room is very large, and there is a three or four-meter painting hanging directly above the house. There is no common three stars of blessing, longevity, and no portraits of Bodhisattvas on the picture.

There is just a central hall that looks like a landscape painting, but not exactly like a landscape painting. It seems to be surrounded by clouds and mist, and you can see a very tall octagonal building. It appears and disappears among clouds and mists.

Zhang Yaming always finds this kind of central painting a bit strange.

Under the painting of the middle hall is a sacred cabinet of five or six meters. The cabinet is filled with incense tables and incense burners. The workmanship is very exquisite and elegant. The wood looks good at first glance, and it should be a while.

There are also Eight Immortals Table and Taishi Chair in this big room, as well as some porcelain and vases placed. Zhang Yaming even saw a blue and white porcelain vase with wintersweet flowers inserted into it, making the room look very vivid.

The room on the left side of the main house was pitch black. I couldn't see what was inside, but the lights were on in the house on the right, and there were children's toys and some wooden cars in front of a house.

On the far right room, I saw a mother shaking a little boy one or two years old in the room. The boy was sleeping in a wooden cradle.

The feet on both sides of the cradle were knocked, and there was a cradle of more than one meter long, which was woven bamboo in the middle. The cradle was placed in a wooden cradle. The adults only swayed the cradle gently, and the children sleeping in the cradle would move with the cradle.

On the top of the cradle, there are also a row of small wooden animals, including chickens, pigs, puppies and other small toys. They will sway with the cradle and attract the entire attention of the baby in the cradle.

The child in the cradle is only one year old, with round eyes like grapes, and he just stares at the puppy on the cradle and giggles, looking like he doesn't want to sleep at all.

The child was chubby, fat little hands and cute smile. He took off all his clothes at this time, and a red silk cotton jacket with longevity was placed on one side of the cradle, revealing his white little hands, and reaching out to grab the small toy in front of him.

The child's mother was wearing a blue dress and a doting smile on her face at her not old age. She just stared at the baby and lowered her head and sang the nursery rhymes of Grandma's Bridge repeatedly.

Children's songs, with the gentle voice of a loving mother, she kept lowering her head. Zhang Yaming couldn't see her face clearly, but she could feel that in this mother's world, there was only the cute baby lying in the cradle in front of her.

In her eyes and in her world, only the cute smiling faces of children are left.

A gust of cold wind blew, and Zhang Yaming, who was outside the gardenia, couldn't help but shiver, and then suddenly sneeze. His sneeze sounded loud and loud, and someone in the room suddenly shouted.

"Who? Who is outside?"

Suddenly, Zhang Yaming shivered. When he realized that he suddenly realized that he was not next to the gardenia, but that he was still in the wing room, sleeping in a clean quilt.

It's actually a dream?

How could he have such a strange dream? And so real?

Zhang Yaming squeezed his arm with his hands, but it still hurt a little. It seemed that he was waking up. He looked at the window outside and found that it was pitch black and there was no moonlight.

Not long after, the sound of roosters crowing in his ears. This is a mountain village, and many families raise chickens, and in the next period of time.

The rooster crowing never stopped, so that Zhang Yaming was in a daze. Before he could figure out how he had such a dream, it was already dawn.

After Zhang Yaming finished washing up, he looked around the yard, especially under the window of the main house, there seemed to be no gardenia tree, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that I really had a strange dream last night.

After Zhang Yaming and his group had breakfast, the sun also came out, shining warmly on their bodies. Uncle Chen invited Zhang Yaming and William to see the house in the main house together.

The light in the morning was very good, and in the sun, Uncle Chen took out the keys and opened the main houses. With a creaking sound, he pushed open the door, and a painting of the middle hall came towards him.

Uncle Chen walked forward skillfully, took out a handful of sandalwood from the ancient and atmospheric divine cabinet, then devoutly lit the sandalwood, and inserted three incense sticks into the incense burner.

Zhang Yaming noticed that the decorations in this room were exactly the same as what he dreamed of last night. Not only was the paintings in the middle hall, but the eight immortal tables and the Taishi chairs were placed at the same place as those in the dream.

These discoveries made Zhang Yaming not know what to say.

How could such a strange thing happen?

His expression was a little dull, and his feelings were very complicated. William on the other side used a very professional perspective to look at the beams of the hall, the Fu Lu Shou pattern carved on the door, and the Taishi Chair and the Eight Immortals Table.

He even kept tapping the table and chair with his hands and looking up and down at the divine cabinet and incense table, especially the exquisite incense table four or five meters long, which looked good at first glance.

Not to mention the delicate and smooth wood, it is the carved patterns on it, with the exquisite and delicate patterns, which are not comparable to some of the solid wood furniture today.

When William saw the furniture in the hall, he nodded in his heart. The things in this room are not the structure of the house itself, but the few pieces of furniture in this hall are all good things.

There is also a painting in the middle hall, which is probably a bit of origin. Looking at the decorations of the house, the ancestors of the Chen family should have some origin, at least they are wealthy families.

William thought to himself, so he walked to the incense table and looked at the middle hall painting carefully. Unfortunately, although the painting was hand-painted, there were inscriptions and characters on it, William could not tell that the painting was written by the famous artist.

"Guest, I'm not a fan of my house. It's been built for hundreds of years. Moreover, my ancestors were a family of officials. Not only did I have any money at home, but I also had great skills in writing and writing. Just say that the painting you like is painted by an old friend of my family..."

Seeing that William cared about the painting, Uncle Chen was very proud and was very busy bragging about the house, every brick, tile, grass, and wood, as well as the decoration and carving of this furniture, they were all good things.

Even this Zhongtang painting has some origins. Look at the brushwork and painting level above, it is no worse than some masters on TV.

When Uncle Chen said this, he pointed at a pair of blue and white porcelain vases on the Eight Immortals table, like William and others introduced it.

"This is a good porcelain, which has a history of hundreds of years, and there is no bump or bump. A house like ours, you can't find it in a few hundred radius. The things we sell the house are all given together. This price is really not expensive!"

"You must know that the ancestors of this house have produced high-ranking officials. Don't look at the simple construction of the house, but simple is grand. Moreover, there are many things in it, the quality and workmanship are terrifying. It has been used for hundreds of years without any problems!"

Uncle Chen used his dry hands to caress the table and chairs, and also brought a clean handkerchief to wipe the blue and white porcelain vase. Zhang Yaming was in a bad mood when he saw his movements.

Because he remembered his dream, the vase was in it, and there was a bouquet of wintersweet flowers inside. This dream was so strange.

He was so weird that he had a bit of guilt.

William is different from Zhang Yaming. He is a Huaxiatong. He is very professional in ancient architecture. His eyes are full of calculations. He is calculating the furniture and this house. Is it worth it if I buy it?

Old Chen led them around the hall for a while, letting them see the tables, chairs, incense tables, etc., and then he planned to lead them to walk like the room on the right.

"Slow down, Uncle Chen, let's go there first!"
Chapter completed!