What's going on?

Shi Zhiyi took out the title deed given to him by his father from the ring, and looked carefully under the light of the lantern, and there was no doubt that it was No. 7 A on Ping'an Street.

Have you taken over a pigeon's nest?

Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Shi Zhiyi stepped forward and grabbed the knocker and knocked on the door.

A middle-aged man who looked like a porter opened the door when he heard the sound and came out, and when he saw Shi Zhiyi, who was dressed in a plain white robe outside the door, and the jade tree was in the wind, he nodded with a smile on his face and asked, "What is the name of this son?"

Shi Zhiyi said: "Your surname is Shi, may I ask who is the owner of this house?"

The porter's face suddenly drooped, and he sneered: "You came to knock on the door, but you don't know whose house this is? Where did the hillbilly come from, could it be that he is here to fight the autumn breeze?"

After that, he reflexively went back and closed the door heavily, but he actually gave Shi Zhiyi a closed door.

Shi Zhiyi was a little confused by the doorman's arrogant attitude, and when he was about to knock on the door again, a man in his forties trotted over from behind the side and asked Shi Zhiyi, "Childe's surname is Shi?"

"Not bad. Shi Zhiyi looked at the man in front of him who was wearing a felt hat and an old cotton jacket, and his appearance was not amazing, and said strangely: "How do you know me?"

"The villain's surname is Li, and the single name is a clear character, you can just call me Lao Li;

Li Gan was exactly what his father had explained to him, and Shi Zhiyi naturally remembered the name of the old housekeeper. He nodded, signaling that he knew, and then pointed to the plaque of "Zhu Mansion" above the gate and asked, "What is the situation?"

"The villain is about to explain to you, the head of this family is surnamed Zhu, his name is Zhu Bajian, he is a general of Tiancewei, forcibly occupied our house, and injured my father. We reasoned with them, but we were driven out, and they were outnumbered, and our father and son were really no match for them. ”

Shi Zhiyi's heart was on fire when he heard this, and he said, "At the feet of the dignified Son of Heaven, how could this kind of forcible occupation of a private house still happen?

"It's been twelve years. ”

"Twelve years, didn't you write to Yunqi City?"

"Of course I wrote it," Lao Li said, while taking out a piece of paper with a slightly yellow edge from his arms, holding it in both hands and respectfully handing it to Shi Zhiyi, "This is the reply letter that my father received back then." ”

Shi Zhiyi took it and opened it, and there were more than a dozen big characters written on it, and he recognized the handwriting of his father Shi Huaichuan: "It's okay, it's up to him." Twelve years later, someone went to clean it up. ”

Shi Zhiyi was dumbfounded.

Twelve years ago, I was only four years old, right? Before I even started practicing, my father had already calculated on my head?

No wonder before leaving, my father handed over the title deed to himself, and at that time I thought he was doing it too much, No. 7 A Ping'an Street, just like seven words, I can't remember it?

I've been waiting here for a long time!

Lao Li said on the side: "This house is where the Shi family lived when they came to Kyoto to participate in the Spring Festival, and the villain looked at the day when the day was approaching, and he was squatting on the opposite side every day for the past few months, waiting for the young master to come, for fear of missing it." confirmed Shi Zhiyi's identity, and Lao Li also changed his name to Shi Zhiyi.

Shi Zhiyi saw that the snow on his felt hat had accumulated an inch thick, and knew that he must have stayed here for a whole day, so he couldn't help but be moved in his heart, and said with concern: "What about your father?"

Lao Li said: "After this Zhu Bajian occupied our house, our father and son looked for a way to sue him, but firstly, we did not have a land deed in our hands, and secondly, although this Zhu Bajian was a small general, he didn't know what the relationship was, and his hands and eyes were all over the sky, and this Kyoto Mansion Yin did not accept our form at all." My father was so anxious and angry that he felt ashamed of his master, and he couldn't afford to fall ill, and died after lying in bed for two years. ”

Shi Zhiyi's heart was on fire when he heard this, and he pointed to the opposite side and said, "You retreat a little farther away and go to the other side of the street." ”

For some reason, Lao Li subconsciously responded, and trotted in the direction pointed by Shi Zhiyi.

Shi Zhiyi took a step back, picked up a jade unicorn made of pure white Xiuyu from the ground, and shook it in his hand.

The weight of this jade is much heavier than ordinary jade, and it is extremely hard, this jade unicorn is only one person high, and its weight is probably not less than 10,000 catties, and I don't know how it was transported in the first place.

Lao Li, who was on the other side of the street, watched in amazement as Shi Zhiyi picked up the jade unicorn, tried the weight in his hand, and then threw it towards the vermilion gate like a cannonball!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, like an earthquake, and the entire Ping'an Avenue trembled violently, and countless snowflakes fell from the wall one after another.

The vermilion gate had already been smashed apart by the jade qilin, leaving only a piece of broken wood on the ground. The jade unicorn pierced a big hole in the shadow wall and rushed straight into the courtyard, unable to see clearly from a distance, only to hear a scene of chickens and dogs jumping inside.

Lao Li screamed in distress, almost fainting: "Young master, alas, that's our family's unicorn, our family's gate!"

On Ping'an Street, the doors of dozens of houses opened almost at the same time, looking in the direction of No. 7. When the concierge saw that the pair of jade unicorns in front of the door of No. 7 were missing, and the other was being dragged by a fair-skinned and delicate young man with an open mouth and carried with one hand, they hurriedly closed the door, as if they were afraid that the other jade unicorn would fly towards their house.

In a mansion, an old man with a wrinkled face and white hair, listening to the reports of the people below, I don't know what I remembered, and muttered in my mouth: "No. 7 Jia? Time flies so fast, and almost thirty years have passed, and there are juniors from the Shi family who have come to participate in the Spring Festival...... Hey, the appearances of generations are so earth-shattering, how can someone just not remember *** to provoke them?"

In the courtyard of No. 7, after a period of noisy noise of chickens and dogs, a voice finally came towards the original gate—the vermilion gate that was shiny was no longer there.

"Who is so bold as to dare to come to Zhu's Mansion to make trouble?" A fat and strong man, about thirty years old and less than forty, walked out with a copper hammer in his hand. Behind him, a group of family guards with knives, guns and sticks followed from a distance.

"Zhu Mansion, take out the title deed and let me take a look. Shi Zhiyi looked at him and said coldly.

"What is the title deed...... No, what kind of mansion in the world is sheltering the world's poor people, such a big house is empty, and the one hundred and eighty people in my family, my wife, children, mother-in-law, what's wrong with living there?"

"Huh?" Shi Zhiyi looked at the strong man in front of him, estimating that his realm should be around the early or middle stage of the cold window, and he was ready to make a move, and suddenly heard him start to talk to Shi Zhiyi in a crepe manner, and he didn't ease up for a while.

And he seems to have a point......

The vast mansions of the world shelter the world's poor people, which sage said this?