Walking inside, there is a huge patio with a towering banyan tree planted inside.

Banyan trees like this can only be seen in those scenic spots, let alone thousands of years old.

It stands to reason that this place should have been taken over by the government a long time ago, and even if the house can be preserved, at least it will not be inhabited.

After all, a long time ago, the state introduced a corresponding plant protection law.

Zhang Mo was slightly surprised in his heart, the Ye family where his mother was located gave him more and more mysterious.

I used to think that it was just about being rich, but now it seems that there is more to it than just being rich.

Continuing to walk inside, there was a big well, very large, larger than any one Zhang Mo had ever seen, with a diameter of four or five meters.

Walking inward, there is the front hall, the place of reception.

But at this time, there was no one in the front hall, and some tables and chairs had fallen to the ground, and there were some mud footprints on the wall, like they had just stepped on last night.

Zhang Mo glanced at it roughly, and concluded that there was a fight here last night.

Sensing this, Zhang Mo felt a little strange in his heart, why did someone make trouble here?

Continuing to walk forward, there is the back hall, where the spiritual seats of the ancestors of the Ye family are placed.

At this time, many people gathered in the back hall, both old and young.

Zhang Mo glanced at it, but did not see his mother.

At this time, I only heard the little aunt Ye Wanrou introduced: "Zhang Mo, this is your third grandfather, this is your little grandfather, this is your aunt, this is your uncle......"

At the mention of his uncle, Zhang Mo couldn't help but take a look at it, the uncle was sitting in a wheelchair, his face was yellow, his body was also very thin, and his eye sockets were very deep.

However, the uncle's eyes were very kind when he looked at Zhang Mo, like his own child, which was completely different from the eldest aunt when he first entered the door.

"Uncle. Zhang Mo shouted.

"Alas, good boy, I have suffered you all these years. The uncle said deeply, with love in his eyes.

Zhang Mo was stunned, his heart was warm, it seemed that this Ye family was different from what he thought.

"This is the second uncle, I have seen it in Jiangcheng before. Little Aunt Ye Wanrou continued.

"Second uncle. Zhang Mo shouted.

"Hmm. The second uncle snorted in response, with a serious face, and it seemed that he was still worried about Jiangcheng's affairs.

Zhang Mo didn't pay much attention to it, and waited for the opportunity to compensate the second uncle.

"This is your grandfather, and he is also the head of our Ye family. When the little aunt Ye Wanrou introduced the head of the Ye family, her voice was obviously a little low, as if she was expressing dissatisfaction.

"Grandpa. Zhang Mo shouted lightly, and then looked at the old man sitting on the Taishi chair slightly.

He should be ninety years old, and he looks thin, but he is in very good spirits, and his eyes are like torches.

At this time, Zhang Mo noticed that his grandfather's hands looked bigger than normal, and he was dissatisfied with the calluses.

Zhang Mo's eyes narrowed slightly, and at the same time he seemed to understand something, so it was so, his grandfather turned out to be a martial artist, no wonder the Ye family could sit on such a large mansion.

With Zhang Mo's eyesight, he could naturally see that the calluses on his grandfather's hands were caused by practice.

When Zhang Mo looked at his grandfather, why didn't his grandfather look at him?

I saw that the head of the Ye family shook his head slightly, sighed lightly, and said, "Let's start, the second one, you preside." ”

"Yes, father. The second uncle replied.

Immediately, everyone in the back hall faced the spiritual seat.

I saw the second uncle lighting incense, bowing to the spiritual seat of the ancestors and ancestors, and putting the incense burner in the middle of the desk in his hand.

Then, the second uncle spoke: "Descendant Ye Yongjun, inform the ancestors and ancestors that Zhang Mo, the descendant who is left behind, recognize the ancestors and return to the ancestors." ”

Hearing this, Zhang Mo couldn't help but be stunned, just now Zhang Mo wondered why his grandfather would gather in the back hall, it turned out that he wanted to recognize himself, which didn't seem to be a bad thing.

At this time, I saw my second uncle Ye Yongjun turn to look at Zhang Mo and ask, "Zhang Mo, are you willing to change your surname to Ye and recognize my Ye family ancestors?"

"Change your surname?" Zhang Mo couldn't help but pause, and suddenly remembered something.

Last time, when the second uncle came to Jiangcheng, he mentioned the matter of changing his surname, and Zhang Mo didn't pay much attention to it at that time.

But now listening to the tone of the second uncle, it seems that he wants to forget the ancestors of the Zhang family and recognize the ancestors of his Ye family.

Although he was raised by his mother, it is understandable to follow his mother's surname Ye.

But the surname Zhang has been used for so many years, and this sudden change of surname still makes Zhang Mo a little uncomfortable, especially the aggressive posture of the second uncle.

Zhang Mo didn't answer, but just asked, "Second uncle, where is my mother?"

"Your mother is not feeling well and is resting in her room. "It was my grandfather who replied.

"Where is the discomfort?" Zhang Mo asked eagerly.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that you haven't rested well these few nights, and when you finish worshipping the ancestors of the Ye family, you will see your mother. Grandfather Ye said in a deep voice.

Zhang Mo felt a hint of threat, and couldn't help but ask, "Don't I worship the ancestors of the Ye family, and I can't see my mother anymore?"

"What did you say?" Grandpa Ye was furious and stood up from the Taishi chair.

"Dad, don't be angry, Xiao Mo didn't mean that. Uncle hurriedly said.

"As far as you know, protecting him, how did you break your two legs and you forgot it?" said the Ye family master unceremoniously.

"Dad, it's all over, it's just two legs. The uncle said calmly, but there was bitterness in his eyes.

Old Man Ye snorted, looked at Zhang Mo, and asked, "Do you want to change your surname?"

Zhang Mo did not agree, nor did he refuse directly, but said: "Changing the surname is a big deal, you should ask your parents first, my father is no more, everything should be decided by my mother." ”

"You dare to talk to me like this?" The Ye family master glared at Zhang Mo angrily, and at the same time released his majesty.

Zhang Mo looked at it calmly and asked rhetorically, "What don't I dare?"

"Okay, what a newborn calf!" Old Man Ye said, and then said to Ye Wanrou, "Go and call your sister over." ”

Ye Wanrou answered, and hurriedly ran out of the back hall.

After a while, Ye Wanjun walked in, followed by a gray-haired grandmother.

"My grandson, where is my eldest grandson?" I saw the white-haired grandmother groping with her hands, as if she couldn't see.

"Mom, slow down. Ye Wanjun said, and then said to Zhang Mo: "Xiao Mo, this is your grandmother." ”

"Grandma. Zhang Mo took two steps forward and hugged his grandmother.

"Okay, let my grandmother touch it, how tall my eldest grandson has grown. The old woman choked up.

Zhang Mo sniffed, he could feel his grandmother's love for him.

At this time, I heard that Old Man Ye asked: "Zhang Mo, your mother is here, you ask your mother, can you change this surname?"

Zhang Mo paused slightly, and couldn't help asking, "Mom, what's the matter with changing your surname?"

Hearing this, Ye Wanjun was slightly silent, and said after a long time: "Xiao Mo, you make your own decision about this matter, if you want to follow your mother's surname, you can follow your mother's surname, and if you want to follow your father's surname, you can follow your father's surname." But you have to remember that although you were brought up by your mother, your father loves you no less than your mother. ”

Zhang Mo paused, as if he understood his mother's words, and couldn't help but say, "Grandpa, my surname is still Zhang." Although it sounds good to be called Ye Mo, I am still used to being called Zhang Mo. ”

"You...... You are going to kill your son, you are going to kill your son!"

Old Man Ye couldn't get angry, picked up the crutch on the Taishi's chair, and hit Ye Wanjun.