It was a three-in-three courtyard, and now when you look down from the sky, it looks like a huge building in the shape of a figure-seven. Although it is dilapidated and rarely inhabited, it is still home to many people in the countryside that has just experienced the great catastrophe.

A house with this structure was originally supposed to be a concave building, generally speaking, it came from after the Republic of China. These houses are built in a traditional style and are the result of the efforts of the people of that era.

Those who have a big family and a big business will generally be extremely luxurious in the details, and even the average rich family will try their best to pile it up. However, after social changes and the change of dynasty, most of the original owners have been annihilated and have become the public homes of many people.

In the era of equality for all, everyone can only have the same standard, which is the most attractive part of this society. It is also the reason why the dynasty was able to change back then, but what no one knows is that after a few years, there was a gap in this society.

Because of this average, whether the owner of the house is alive or not, what you have has to be taken out and shared with everyone. Ordinary people are very simple, no matter whose house they own, it is of course a happy thing to be able to share a share for themselves.

Now all this is a thing of the past, and some of the relics left behind can only allow future generations to pay tribute to the glory of the past.

Ordinary people rarely think about these things, what they care about is the daily oil, salt, sauce and vinegar. Even if they have these things around them, for them now, they are just indispensable tools in their daily lives.

The old man chooses to forget, and the young man lacks the interest to get to the bottom of it. Nowadays, the old house has become a paradise for children, who are born here, grow up here, and watch this place slowly decadent.

Especially in the era of the catastrophe, some of the essence of the old house, or some gorgeous decorations, or some carved beams and paintings, have disappeared.

Obviously, in order to meet the needs of the times, they were all destroyed, or turned into a torch and ashes. Nowadays, what can be preserved in the compound is only some main structures, which can also be used for people to stay.

It is said that I was born here when I was a child, but of course I didn't know about it, and I vaguely heard it from some old people and elders. Because my father was a worker, he would occasionally go to live in the family area of the factory with his parents, and even if the back and forth was short, the memory was intermittent.

In my impression, there were utility rooms on the left and right sides of the front of the compound. But as far back as I can remember, the utility rooms were in ruins, and almost half of them were destroyed. I later confirmed that the reason for the destruction was because of the varying heights of the walls left behind.

The most important thing is that not far from the compound, there is another compound, which is said to belong to the original owner of this compound, cousin. The style of the two buildings is much the same, and the utility room in front of the other house is still very well preserved.

So when I was a child, I was sure that only half of the earthen houses were occupied by some villagers who lived in the compound. I don't know if it was because they were poor, or because they didn't want to restore it at all, so they built a shelter with some trees. Simply lay some straw to feed the livestock.

I have an impression of these utility rooms, because these dilapidated houses originally had two floors, and after the top was gone, there were still beams not far from each other. The villagers usually stuff some straw on the beams of these houses, which they usually use to make fires.

And these straw stacks are the best places for children to hide and hide when they are young. Although it will eventually be found out by the partners, and even the straw whiskers will make it itchy all over, the friends will enjoy it.

The time of my childhood was quickly passed in this kind of playfulness, and since then I have left indelible memories.

The reason why the compound has become a figure-seven shape is because the right wing on the front of the compound has been completely demolished, and only the one that is level with the gate and the house behind the mansion remains.

As for the reason, I have no impression at all, and when I asked the old man later, most of them were vague and didn't know what to say.

The wing room on the left side of the compound is intact, and the shadow wall in front of the left is still there. From this side, you can see the splendor of the compound, even if these old houses are not surprising to modern people, and even the murals on the walls can no longer be seen.

The house on the left is still very well preserved, and I have the impression that my grandfather lived in the outermost room, two of the three rooms, because he is said to be the eldest son of our family. The other room was occupied by my grandfather's younger brother, but for as long as I can remember, my uncle and grandfather have moved out, and the house has been locked.

I have a deep impression of that house, and that's because on the second floor of the house there are a lot of villain books, commonly known as comic books, and I haven't asked who those books belong to until now. But that was a fatal temptation for me as a child.

However, I think that this place may be due to my uncle's private property, and his family has moved to a far place, so it is rare to open it once a month. It also became a small luxury for me, even because of my youngest cousin.

My cousin was only three or four years older than me, and I remember going to school only two years older than me. Every time he secretly opened the door and went in, he didn't go upstairs to read. What is surprising is that he is very successful every time to find books, and then tear off these books one by one, and finally fold them into square cardboard, and then play with his friends.

Although I am not sensible, I will see the wind and rudder at a young age, and every time I see it, I will befriend this little cousin, because I can mix up the upper floor. Because the cardboard used to play games and play boards was the size of a prototype, those comic books escaped a disaster, and it was one of the happiest times when I was a child.

Many years later, when I was already an adult, I realized how ** and extravagant my little cousin was. Because there are hundreds of books left by our family in that building, including many medical classics left by our ancestors.

I never saw those books again, and the ending was predictable. Uncle Xiao Tang swept all over the place with great success, and he regretted it many years later.

Because at that time, not to mention that the average person had a collection of books at home, there were one or two books in the countryside, and it was estimated that one of them was a family tree or a family tree, and many children did not go to primary school. Families like this who can have a collection of books are probably all families whose ancestors have a university education, but unfortunately our younger generations don't understand it.

The front house and wing room on the left are connected to the alley, which is also an excellent place to go. Although it is also tamped with loess and glutinous rice milk, it is not worse than the floor tiles of later generations, and it will be warm in winter and cool in summer, which makes people comfortable.

Usually this place is also cleaned up, after all, it is not only the aisle, but also the exit of my grandfather's room. I remember that there was also a pit here, which the villagers used to break grain and miscellaneous grains.

It is said that this pit is extremely famous, because before the liberation, there was a very famous incident here, when I was a child, I heard a story that was not very complete, about a beggar who saved people.

When I was a child, I liked to listen to stories, whether they were true or false, they were extremely tortuous and had **, which would always make these children have nightmares or be happy. When I was a child, I was very timid, I don't know why, maybe it has something to do with the environment in which I grew up!