Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

Following the aunt's instructions, Yan Jiekuang came to the door of the Polanhou Courtyard. This courtyard was just a quadrangle with two entrances, which was quite inferior to the house of Yan Jiekuang and his family.

Walking to a corner and seeing that there was no one around, Yan Jiekuang took out the prepared appetizers and a bottle of good wine from the space.

After entering the courtyard, I saw the house that the aunt mentioned.

The door was not locked, and Yan Jiekuang guessed that Hou Polan must be at home.

"Boom boom boom!"

Yan Jiekuang knocked on the door and soon heard it open.

"Why is it you, kid? I've already told you that I'm not your father. I've never seen anyone go to someone else's house and claim to be their father."

As Palanhou was about to close the door, Yan Jiekuang quickly stopped him: "What a misunderstanding, I recognized the wrong person."

Yan Jiekuang shook the wine and food in his hand and said, "Don't you want to hear my explanation?"

Seeing the good wine and food in Yan Jiekuang's hands, Paola Hou also became interested: "Come in!"

As he spoke, he walked into the house, and Yan Jiekuang followed hurriedly.

This is a two-room house. Although it is not small, the walls are covered with various calligraphy and paintings, and there are some scattered porcelain on the table.

The room was full of tables, chairs and benches, and it looked messy.

But Yan Jiekuang knew that any item here could be sold at a sky-high price in the future.

After the two of them sat down, Yan Jiekuang laid out the wine and food he had brought, and then he said, "Although I was a little rash yesterday, after I got home and looked around, I realized that we are indeed relatives."

Hou Polan was stunned by these words. His parents had passed away long ago, and now he only has a daughter who doesn't associate with him. Where could these relatives come from?

"Oh? Then tell me, what is this about?"

There was a playful look on Hou Polan's face, and it was obvious that he thought Yan Jiekuang was a liar.

"When I first saw you on the street yesterday, I mistook you for my dad. The main reason is that you two look so much alike, as if you were cast from the same mold."

"You're just a little younger, and you don't wear glasses like my dad."

"When I got home, I asked my dad, and it took him a long time to think about your relationship."

"My great grandfather and your grandmother are siblings. My father's name is Yan Bugui and my great grandfather's name is Yan Beilin. You should have seen my father when you were a child. Do you still remember him?"

After hearing this, Hou Polan's face changed. He actually remembered it.

Although he could not remember the name Yan Bugui, he remembered that when he was a child, an uncle often brought a child to play with him.

At that time, the two families were still very close, so they visited each other frequently.

"So you are really my cousin's son?"

Seeing that the Broken Marquis believed it, Yan Jiekuang quickly filled up the glass: "According to seniority, I should call you cousin. I came here in a hurry today and didn't prepare any decent gifts. I hope you don't blame me."

After saying that, he drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

Hou Paolan was very happy and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He thought that apart from his daughter, he had no other relatives in this world, but he didn't expect that his distant cousin was still alive and his nephew came to visit him.

"Good, good, good! I'm very happy today. I haven't seen your father for forty years. I hope he is in good health."

"He is in good health, can eat and sleep well, and has been teaching at Red Star Primary School. He will retire in another year."

Yan Jiekuang briefly explained his father's situation, and then asked, "How about you? How have you been these years?"

The rag-and-bone Hou didn't want to hide anything: "I was locked up for a while. After I got out, I couldn't find a job because of my stain, so I made a living by collecting rags. You saw it all the other day."

Yan Jiekuang naturally knew these things, but he had to let Hou Polan say it again, otherwise if something he said was wrong, people would think that he had investigated it privately.

After deliberately looking around, Yan Jiekuang smiled and said, "Uncle, your house doesn't look like something you would find by picking up junk."

"Oh, can you tell that these are all good things?" asked Hou Laolan with a smile.

"I don't recognize it, but it looks special. Look at these calligraphy and paintings. You can tell at a glance that they are very old. And these tables and chairs exude a light wood fragrance."

"It is said that in troubled times, gold is valuable, while in prosperous times, antiques are valuable. Although the troubled times have just passed and the price of antiques is not too high, these things of yours are not simple items, are they?"

"Although I am very interested in this area, no one teaches me and I have little exposure to it, so I know nothing about it."

What Yan Jiekuang said was half true and half false. The truth was that he really didn't know anything, and the falsehood was that he was not interested in this knowledge, but in the future value of these things.

Hearing that his nephew was interested in antiques, Hou Paolan stood up, picked up a few tattered books from the table and handed them to Yan Jiekuang.

"If you are interested, take a look at these books. They should be helpful to you. If you have any questions, you can come and ask me."

He even gave away a few books to Han Chunming, a man he met for the first time, not to mention his relatives.

Besides, learning these things requires both talent and patience, and he didn't think Yan Jiekuang could persist.

Looking at the books in his hands, Yan Jiekuang guessed that these should be the ones given to Han Chunming.

So I hurriedly thanked you: "Thank you, I have always been interested in this kind of thing, but I can't get started without someone to teach me. I will inevitably come to you for advice in the future."

The Broken Marquis waved his hand, picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Since you call me uncle, then we are not outsiders."

Yan Jiekuang carefully put away a few books and asked with concern: "Uncle, are you alone at home?"

Watching Yan Jiekuang looking around, Hou Polan also knew what he was asking.

"Your aunt has passed away for many years. I do have a daughter, but..."

"Well, let's not talk about it. What about you and your brothers at home?"

Yan Jiekuang naturally knew why he didn't continue. Ever since Hou Su'e married the son of his enemy, the two of them had severed their father-daughter relationship.

"There are four siblings in my family. I am the third child. I have two older brothers and a younger sister."

"My cousin is fine. He has spent all his money on his business. I only have one daughter. It would be a shame to our ancestors if I wait for her to die."

The face of the Broken Marquis was obviously a little gloomy, and Yan Jiekuang interrupted quickly: "Uncle, what you said is wrong. The new country has a new atmosphere. Now there is no distinction between men and women."

Seeing Yan Jiekuang's serious expression, Polan Hou also felt that he had said too much.

He had never thought about it this way in his heart, but he suddenly felt it today and felt that compared with his cousin whom he had not seen for many years, he was a failure in educating his children.

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. Your father really taught you very well! He is worthy of being a teacher."

In response to the inexplicable praise from his elders, Yan Jiekuang smiled awkwardly: "My dad is pretty good to us, but he has a problem. He is too stingy and has calculated everything about us."

Ragnarok Hou smiled and pointed at Yan Jiekuang: "What do you know? How many people who lived through that era were not careful with their money? Otherwise, they would have starved to death long ago."