Uncle Shen writes a good cursive hand, vigorous and powerful, the pen and pen are outlined to the extreme, without more than ten or twenty years of skills, it is impossible to write such a good hand.

From this good stroke alone, you can guess that his status in the past was not low.

He handed over the written address to Li Jinfeng.

"Girl, I'm sorry for you and your partner!"

"It's okay, as long as it can help!" Li Jinfeng said.

"By the way, girl...... In fact, we still have some old things, which may be worthless in everyone's eyes, but I spent a lot of money to buy them at the beginning. You...... Do you want to check it out? Uncle Shen asked suddenly.

Uncle Shen is talking about the old screens and old cabinets that have not been smashed in his house.

and a few chandeliers, and then some calligraphy and paintings.

These things, in this day and age, are rubbish, worthless things.

So when Uncle Shen said this, he was a little embarrassed.

"Those things, in the bungalow? Or is it somewhere else? Li Jinfeng asked.

"Yes, yes! Before, those people wanted to open the attic, smashed it with something, knocked it with a hammer, but they didn't knock it open, I said that it was the spiritual seat of our ancestors, and it was protected by our ancestors, and those people actually believed it, and they were afraid of the things inside, and they didn't dare to smash the door again! It's so stupid, the attic was made by someone I was looking for, and the door is also a special material, not to mention a hammer, a hammer, even if you come with a hot weapon, you still can't wear it! ”

When he said this, Uncle Shen's eyes were full of pride.

This western-style building is inhabited by his former relatives and friends, or the surrounding neighbors who want to take advantage of him.

Hmph, except for the ones that were snatched and smashed by them, the rest, he is just a hair, and he doesn't take it out to them, anyway, as long as he is in a day, these things, they don't want to get involved in half a point.

Li Jinfeng was a little more curious about the attic.

Uncle Shen led her out of the house, originally, Uncle Shen's room was the innermost on the third floor, on the right.

The attic, however, is on the far left of the third floor, and if you don't go there, no one will notice that there is a small attic here.

It is said to be a small loft, but in fact, it is more appropriate to call it a separate room.

It's just that the door looks much smaller than the other rooms.

Uncle Shen took out a key from his coat pocket and opened the attic door.

Crunch –

The sound of the door opening, echoing in the hallway, seemed a little eerie.

Granny Shen was guarding the door of another family on the third floor, and as soon as the family opened the door, she made a noise to scare them.

There are two families living on the third floor and more on the first and second floors.

On the first floor, there are five or six households, some of which are one room, divided into several rooms.

The second floor has the most, reaching seven or eight people, most of whom are related to each other, and they take advantage of it, so they bring their fathers and brothers and sisters over.

As a result, more and more people live in this western-style building.

It's cold now, it's not good to live in the living room, in the past, in the living room of the western-style building, there were more than ten or twenty of them, and at most, there were thirty.

Li Jinfeng followed Uncle Shen into the attic.

It's been about a long time since anyone has been in, and there is a layer of ash in the attic, and Li Jinfeng almost choked when he entered.

But for fear of being noticed, she desperately held back her cough.

With the faint light of the oil lamp, Li Jinfeng could barely see everything in the attic clearly.

[Continue in the evening, ask for a monthly pass, hum chirp.] 】