The old master didn't sleep well last night, and after chatting with his two brothers for a while, he felt too exhausted to stay up and went back to his room to catch up on some sleep.
"Let's go, let's see what the ancestral temple looks like now."
Uncle Song took a bunch of keys from the wall, and led the two through the main hall to a winding path in the backyard, which was blocked by a large gate at the end.
After opening it with a key, they found a small temple inside, which was the Song Family ancestral hall, where the tablets of the ancestors were enshrined.
As they pushed open the door of the small temple, a cloud of dust flew towards them.
Uncle Song coughed twice and waved his hand in front of himself.
As the dust settled, Song Yun began to carefully examine the room.
He was full of curiosity about this small temple because it was a family tradition that when a Song Family child was born, they were brought in to be shown to the ancestors, seeking their blessings for the descendants, and would not enter again until they came of age.
Moreover, the Song Family's way of worshipping was different from others; only those in the family who had achieved merits could refurbish the ancestral hall, and it wasn't open on regular days, with just one ceremony held annually during Qingming being sufficient.
Suddenly, Song Yun felt dizzy, as if a multitude of gazes were coming from the direction of the ancestral tablets, as if he was being seen right through.
What's going on?
Song Yun strained every nerve to break free of the binding, but the more he tried to focus his mind, the more his body became unresponsive.
Fuck!
Could it be that the ancestors don't recognize me because I haven't participated in the ceremonies over the years?
No, please!
I am a genuine, bona fide member of the old Song Family!
Ancestors, please forgive me! I did not do it on purpose!
Uncle Song saw Song Yun standing in place without making a sound for a long time and immediately understood what was happening.
He patted Song Yun and whispered, "You haven't been here since you became an adult. The ancestors feel both familiar and strange towards you. Relax your body and mind, and let our ancestors take a good look at the fine young man of the Song Family!"
Hearing this, Song Yun stopped struggling. Go ahead and look! No matter how they looked, the blood of the Song Family was flowing in my veins!
"Ding! Host detected in the Song Family ancestral hall, would you like to sign in?"
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Song Yun shook off this utterly irreverent thought and walked away from his home towards the neighboring yard.
He knocked and a slow-moving elderly woman eventually opened the door.
"Granny, are you selling your yard?"
After hearing this, the old woman scrutinized Song Yun. Although the property prices in this small town weren't as high as in the Magic Capital's city center, in recent years they had still risen to over 80,000 per square meter. Her yard was a good five to six hundred square meters, almost requiring a price close to fifty million!
Clearly, she did not believe Song Yun had such financial strength.
"Some youngsters have asked about it before, but in the end, they all wanted to rent to buy. This old woman doesn't have the patience to keep this up with you!"
Upon hearing the old woman's words, Song Yun was not annoyed but smiled and said, "Granny, I am a child from the neighboring old Song family. I even used to come over to your place for a meal when I was little."
The old woman, upon hearing this, grabbed Song Yun's arm and leaned in for a closer look before exclaiming, "Song Yun! Is that you? You haven't visited your grandfather's home for years, and I hardly recognize you anymore!"
"Hehe, Granny, let's go inside to chat. We can negotiate a good price," Song Yun said, helping the old woman by the arm while listening to her recount his embarrassing childhood stories.
The layout here was similar to Grandpa's house, and the decorations showed that a lot of effort had been put into them.
"Granny, such a nice house, why did you think of selling it?" Song Yun looked at the hall, which was almost exactly as he remembered, filled with emotion.
"Ah, you see, your brother Xin is going abroad for studies and needs to get married, buy a house. Decided to sell the old house and go live in the city with my son."
Xin was the old woman's grandson, who used to fish and climb trees with Song Yun when they were kids, a boy as lively as a monkey, now of age to start his own family.
"Song Yun, Granny will just give you a straight discount, but the house cannot go for less than forty-five million," the old woman said casually, though clearly struggling with the decision, having lived there for decades.
"No problem," Song Yun immediately took out his checkbook, wrote a check for forty-five million, and handed it to her.
The old woman looked at the paper in her hand, slightly confused.
"What is this?"
"Granny, this is called a check. You can take this piece of paper to any bank and withdraw forty-five million!"
"I know what a check is... but isn't this what big bosses use? Have you really become so successful, Song Yun?"
To speak frankly, Song Yun often stayed at his grandfather's house and mooched meals from the old woman's home as a kid. He was a good child but didn't seem like someone who could make a lot of money.
So the old woman had some doubts about the authenticity of the check.
"Hehe, you can trust this check and cash it. Once you get the money, we can transfer the property. How does that sound?"
"Alright, alright..."