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Fengcheng Xiaoqiao Village.
A Nangang with a width of one hundred meters passes around the village. The first two rows of houses facing north and south are neatly arranged. Blue bricks and gray tiles, bucket arches and cornices. The two camphor trees in front of the house are towering, the sun comes out, and the sun shines through the dense leaves, like gold coins, scattered on the ground mottled.
The three-bedroom Liu Zongde's house is the third from the bottom in the west of Hechang. Shiyu asked the porter to carry the suitcase into the house and gave the money, so he walked across the high threshold with the agarwood, crossed the patio, and entered the inner hall.
"Wen Bo, we are back." Shi Yu and Chenxiang holding the baby, sat down in the hall and shouted.
"Which one? Coming." Wenbo and his wife came out from the back hall and took a closer look. Seeing Shi Yu, they said in amazement: "It's the young lady who is back. This is all right, this time is all right. Qiu Ju, Hurry up and give the young ladies and them tea."
"Wen Bo, thank you for looking after you here for so many years," Shi Yu said sincerely.
"Mrs. Young, don't thank you soon. A disaster of bankruptcy is imminent." Wen Bo said eagerly: "The second young master of the second room bought Maxima to use our house as a mortgage and borrowed from the bank."
"Wen Bo, don't worry, speak slowly, what's going on?" Shi Yu asked.
"It's like this." Wen Bo narrated anxiously.