Suzaku Street divides the entire Chang'an City into two halves from south to north.

There are all kinds of large and small square and presumptuous compositions on both sides, looking down from a high place, just like a modern architectural sand table, distributed neatly and arranged in an orderly manner.

When Yang Jian stood on the city tower, he couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "More than a thousand years later, he once came to Chang'an, and he filmed a costume drama here, but the later scenes were all set up, purely props, and they couldn't be compared with the prosperous Chang'an in front of him."

From the middle of Suzaku Street, go to the right, and there is a quiet alley.

The alleys are quiet, although the surrounding area is full of bustling and lively markets, but only here is quiet, the ancient trees are towering, and the courtyard walls are forested.

This is Yongning Fang.

After Yang Jian saw the direction, he went down to the city tower.

Rare leisure, he also wanted to see Chang'an City under the rule of Sheng Shi, but he still knew that his main task today was to meet someone.

Although the huge Yongning Fang is located in the downtown area, it is relatively low-key and deserted, and even a little bit lonely.

Several wealthy families occupy most of the territory of Yongning Fang, and according to the address information given by Wang Yuangui, Yang Jian still can't believe that the courtyard in front of him is the residence of Mao Shun, a famous architect in history.

I saw a secluded house, very small, very cramped, very quiet and mournful standing in a corner of Yongning Fang, the courtyard wall is mottled, the bluestone slabs on the road are potholes, the snow has not melted, there are still black black snow traces in the potholes, and a bare pomegranate tree stubbornly sticks out a few branches from the courtyard wall.

Compared with the surrounding high-door households, this low-door dwarf is really dwarfed, if it is modern, with Mao Shun's craftsmanship and statement, his annual income of 10 million is proper.

He couldn't understand why Mao Shun seemed to be so poor.

"Knock knock."

Lost to lost, Yang Jian still firmly knocked on the wooden door twice.

The knock on the door was empty and distant.

But no one came out and opened the door.

"Knock knock."

Yang Jian couldn't help but knock twice.

"Who?"

It was a long time before a murky, muffled voice floated from within the courtyard walls.

"It's me, Yang Jian."

Yang Jian reported to his home.

"What are you looking for?"

The muddy, low voice was at the door in an instant.

With a creak, the door opened from the inside.

Revealing an old and vicissitudes of life.

"Junior Yang Jian, meet Master Mao Shun."

Yang Jian couldn't imagine that on such a vicissitudes of life, there was a pair of clean and bright eyes, which seemed to be dyed by crystal, delicate and dusty, but as if they were beneficial, they could directly pierce people's hearts.

"Yang Jian?"

The old man whispered and silently recited Yang Jian's name.

"Well, junior Yang Jian, are you Master Mao Shun?"

Yang Jian looked at the old man in front of him, and his attitude was still respectful.

"Master? Where are there any masters in this world? ”

The old man rolled his eyes and glanced at Yang Jian.

"Seniors, please forgive the juniors, are you Mao Shun's seniors?"

Yang Jian was not angry at all, he knew that the masters in this world all have tempers, and those who have no temper can't become masters.

"There is only Mao Shun here, there are no seniors, and there are no masters, do I look so old, really."

The old man is really Mao Shun.

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but glance at the doll in front of him again.

"I'm sorry, Mao-Mao-big brother?"

Yang Jian was hit by Mao Shun, and he was also a little anxious, making the master angry, and the senior angry, he didn't know what to call the old man with a strange temper in front of him for a while.

"Brother Mao?"

Mao Shun was almost shocked by the name of the doll in front of him and fainted.

This hairy child looks like he is ** years old at most, right?

But his eyebrows are handsome, his facial features are picturesque, his anger and expression are calm, not at all like a child from a poor family, but his clothes are a real turtle.

This look made Master Mao Shun, who has read countless people, a little confused.

"Well, Brother Mao, I'm Yang Jian, I was introduced by Brother Wang, and I want to trouble Brother Mao if I have something."

Yang Jian didn't give Mao Shun a chance to hesitate again, and directly reported his intentions, took out the greeting post that Wang Yuangui had prepared for him earlier from his arms, and respectfully handed it to Mao Shun's eyes.

"Wang Yuangui?"

Mao Shun frowned.

He is getting more and more confused, how can the little hairy child in front of him be involved with the new wealthy family in Chang'an City again?

"That's right, Brother Mao, it was Brother Wang who called me over."

Yang Jian replied immediately.

"Wang Yuangui is very familiar with you?"

Mao Shun was a little skeptical.

Wang Yuangui is thirty or forty years old, he has always been above the top, even if he is a rich family in Chang'an City, he may not be able to look at it, how can he have a relationship with a shit doll?

"Yes, I don't know each other very well, I've only known each other for a few days."

Yang Jian didn't intend to lie either.

Besides, he and Wang Yuangui have indeed only known each other for a few days.

"After knowing each other for a few days, he promised to help you repair the book and worship the post?"

Mao Shun felt incredible.

This Wang Yuangui must also be doing business and being burned by money.

Either that's the brain.

"That's right, if you don't believe Brother Mao, you can take a look at this post, it's really written by Brother Wang!"

Yang Jian was also anxious.

"It's really that guy's handwriting."

Mao Shun closed the prayer post and glanced at Yang Jian carefully.

"Of course, I, Yang Jian, never lie, may I ask, can I go in and talk to you now?"

Yang Jian looked at Master Mao Shun with a puzzled face, and took the initiative to paste it up.

"No, you can't."

Mao Shun simply rejected Yang Jian's request.

"For Mao, Brother Mao?"

Yang Jian is also an extremely shameless baby, now, pretending to be cute and obedient, he can do shameless things.

"You're going to call me Grandpa Mao!"

Mao Shun glared at Yang Jian.

Anger blew out of his mouth, shaking his long white beard.

"Grandpa Mao?!"

When Yang Jian heard this, she almost laughed out loud.

Who doesn't like Grandpa Mao?

Hahahaha————

"Is that funny?"

Mao Shun looked at Yang Jian, whose face was flushed with a smiling face, and became even more angry in his heart.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa Mao, Yang Jian said hello to Grandpa, may I ask Grandpa Mao, can I go into the house and have a good chat with you now?"

Yang Jian felt that Mao Shun was angry, and he knew that there was nothing wrong.

"Come in, little bastard."

Mao Shun is actually very tall, although he is more than half a hundred years old, he still has a tiger's back and a straight walking posture.

"Okay."

When Yang Jian heard this, he immediately cheered and followed Mao Shun into his yard.

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