The door of the main hall is open for ventilation.
Yang Ruoqing followed Yang Huazhong into the main hall and found that the tables, chairs, benches and benches in the main hall were wiped cleanly, and the teapots and bowls were washed cleanly and turned upside down in the tea tray.
The central hall was hung in the middle of the wall, which was hung on it for the New Year last time.
The shrine was originally enshrined under the middle hall, and there were tablets of the ancestors of the old Wang family in the shrine. When Yang Huamei lived in this house, she had to burn incense and place offerings on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month.
Since Yang Huamei moved out of the old house, the old house gave Xiao Hei and Xu Qiaohong. Xu Qiaohong asked Xiao Hei to send these things to the woodshed on the grounds of being afraid of the tablets in these shrines.
After Yang Huamei and Wang Hongquan learned about this, they were very angry. Yang Huamei planned to take the shrine to Dabai's new house to worship, but was opposed by Hongmei.
Yang Huamei had no choice but to send the shrine to her hut.
Later she remarried and no one took care of the cottage. Wang Hongquan took the shrine and tablets to his old house. In this way, the ancestral tablets of the old Wang family were wandering around and never stopped.
This incident was once used by others as a joke after dinner in the village. Everyone said that the old Wang family, the big, white, and black, were also strange. After marrying a wife, not only forgot their mother, but also threw their ancestors aside.
Now that relies on Wang Hongquan's still alive, he can continue to worship the incense of his ancestors and Wang Shuanzi and his son.
After a few years, Wang Hongquan passed away, the incense in the Wang family's room will probably be no longer worshipped, and the tablets will be thrown into the dung pile...
Of course, all this is a story. "Well, the main room is indeed well tidy up." Yang Huazhong looked around, nodded with satisfaction, and then leaned into the east wing.
Yang Ruoqing naturally followed her head.
The east wing was lived in by Wang Hongquan's father for years, but later the family was separated. Wang Hongquan moved to the old house behind, and the east wing was used by Yang Huamei to store miscellaneous items.
Later, Xiao Hei got married, Yang Huamei repainted the east house, and created new furniture and other things, and made a wedding room for the couple.
At this moment, Yang Ruoqing looked in and found that the large flower bed carved with magpies climbing branches was empty, and the bedding was carried to the yard to dry.
In addition to the tables and chairs originally created by Yang Huamei, cabinets and other dowry brought by Xu Qiaohong from her parents' home, various boxes, cabinets and dressing tables, and even children's cradles. Xu Yuanming is ready to be in place.
So this east house is filled with various furniture, and the doors of the wardrobe are open for ventilation and breathable. The layers inside are folded and hung, with flowers and green willows, almost all of them are Xu Qiaohong's things.
"Xu Qiaohong is not a woman who lives a life. She is radiant outside and attracts bees and butterflies. Her home is like opening a fashion store. She is not pragmatic, and Xiao Hei can't control such a woman at all!" Yang Ruoqing secretly complained in her heart.
Yang Huazhong glanced around and said to himself, "As long as Xiao Hei can survive this level, in the long run, he is probably not a good thing!"
Yang Ruoqing was stunned for a moment, and then realized what the old father meant. "Dad, we want to go together," Yang Ruoqing said with a smile, "but she has left so many things, maybe when she will come back and take them away."
A large part of this is Xu Qiaohong's dowry, and she is separated. If she lives with her new husband, she is very likely to think of the things here.
"Go and go to the west room to have a look."
Yang Huazhong turned around and went to the west room again.
Yang Ruoqing nodded. As soon as the two of them turned around, a strange wind suddenly blew into the house, slamming the door of the west room, which was originally half-open.
Yang Huazhong paused, obviously startled by the sudden noise. "It's too windy, the door has been broken, I'll go and have some trouble." Yang Ruoqing said deliberately in a calm tone, rushed to the door of the west room in three steps, pressing her hand on the door to prepare to push it open. As a result, I found that the door could not be pushed open at all, and it seemed that it was being held back by someone or something.
Eh? This is really strange. "What's wrong with Qing'er? Can't push this door open?" Yang Huazhong also noticed the abnormality and came to Yang Ruoqing. He pressed his hand on the door and pushed it hard.
The door does not move at all. "What's going on?" Yang Huazhong showed all kinds of speculation on his face, and he was surprised and suspicious.
Yang Ruoqing is also thinking about this issue.
If it is a modern security door, it is very likely to be locked from the inside by the wind. However, this is a wooden door from ancient times. The back is a door bolt, which needs to be manually inserted. "I'll go to the window and see if something is scratched from behind and I'll hold it down." Yang Huazhong said to himself, turned around and walked out of the main hall and went out of the window of the west room.
At the door of the west room, Yang Ruoqing stared at the door.
The gap in the door panel was a little bit big. She bent down and looked inside, but it was pitch black.
Yang Ruoqing took a breath and quickly took two steps back.
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Under normal circumstances, you can see the scene in the room behind the door through the crack of the door. If you can't see it, it means that something is blocking the door behind it.
What is this black shadow?
The stool was knocked down by the wind?
Or...human trouser legs? And the kind of trouser legs wearing black pants? "No, there is nothing behind the door, how can I open it?" Yang Huazhong muttered and then strode back to the main hall. "Qing'er, please get out of the way, I'll try again." Yang Huazhong said.
Yang Ruoqing let her go.
Yang Huazhong spitted into the palms of his hands, rubbed them, and then exerted force together, pushing the door with the strength of Chinin...
Yang Ruoqing looked around and saw that Yang Huazhong's forehead was bulging with blue veins. It was obvious that my father really tried his best to push the door, not leaving any of them!
But the problem is that this door, and the seamless fit, doesn't move at all, seems to be welded to the entire wall! "This is really evil. There is nothing behind it, so why can't I push it away?" Yang Huazhong was so tired that he was panting and was helped aside by Yang Ruoqing. "Dad, forget it, maybe I accidentally hung the door bolt!" Yang Ruoqing said.
Yang Huazhong said, "Is there such a coincidence?"
Yang Ruoqing said, "Everything is possible. Let Xiao Hei kick it open. Let's not kick it. If the door is broken, it will be robbed. Haha."
"Hey," Yang Huazhong also laughed dryly.
Yang Ruoqing said, "Dad, let's see Ye, let's go!"
"Yeah, let's go."
Yang Ruoqing helped Yang Huazhong leave, and before leaving, she turned her head and glanced at the back of the west room door.
The crack behind the door actually lit up?
The previously blocked thing has been removed?
Suddenly, a black shadow flashed behind the door, as if someone was standing forward again, standing behind the door, his legs in black pants tightly pressed against the crack of the door...
Yang Ruoqing took a deep breath, Damn, the old house of the old Wang family is so weird, leave quickly! (This chapter ends)