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Of course, once someone provoked or offended him, he wouldn't hesitate to showcase Stephen's Fist of Justice to let them see what he was capable of.
"Don't worry, there's no rush. Let's go get your father's keys," Zhao Yun said, pausing for a moment before nodding in agreement. The two of them immediately headed toward Zhao Yun's home.
Zhao Yun's house was only separated from Yun Xiao Yi's luxurious villa by a courtyard. It took just over a minute to walk there. As they passed through the courtyard, Yun Xiao Yi suddenly frowned and sniffed the air, saying, "What is this place? Why does it smell faintly of incense?"
"Immortal Sir, this is our Zhao Family Ancestral Hall," Zhao Yun replied, suddenly feeling tense. "Is there a problem?" He feared that Yun Xiao Yi might express disapproval.
He found himself caught between his faith and his ancestors. If he had to make a choice, he would have to betray his ancestors once again! After all, they had already relocated once before; surely they wouldn't face punishment again.
Zhao Yun took a deep breath and silently recited in his heart. If the ancestors truly wanted to punish him, then it would have to be his father who bore the burden. After all, in front of the ancestors, the affairs of others were always more significant than one's own.
Just yesterday, he had moved the Zhao Family ancestors to accommodate Yun Xiao Yi's relocation. This time, the residence gifted to Yun Xiao Yi was originally the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall. At that time, it was still the most magnificent and grand residence in Zhao Family Village.
It was clearly inappropriate to gift away the ancestral hall, so they had meticulously cleaned it several times before respectfully presenting it to Yun Xiao Yi.
He never expected that once Yun Xiao Yi took possession of it, she would demolish the old house entirely and then rebuild it into a modern luxurious villa.
Yun Xiao Yi gently shook her head and said, "It's fine; I was just curious." If it were a narrow modern apartment building with a constantly burning incense place nearby, he definitely wouldn't be able to tolerate it.
The limited space made it difficult for the scent to dissipate. However, there was no such problem here. The two houses were separated by a distance of about a hundred meters. Even if the incense from the ancestral hall wafted this far, it would be faint to the point of being almost imperceptible.
This reminded Yun Xiao Yi of something else. The next time they went out to chop wood, they should collect some seeds to bring back and plant around the villa to enhance its beauty. Otherwise, such a large courtyard, with only the building, a small pond, and a pavilion, seemed too monotonous.
Moreover, in My World, trees grew at an astonishing rate. Planting a few more would not only beautify the surroundings but also serve practical purposes. There would be no need to trek to Taihang Mountain to cut down trees. Of course, if they were looking for trees near Zhao Family Village, it wasn't that they didn't want to; it was simply difficult. While they could occasionally pick up a few branches, gathering a substantial amount was nothing short of a fantasy.
Due to continuous droughts, many trees across the Ji Province Plain had withered away; only a few remained, often stripped by famine for survival. Only the untouched original forests of the Taihang Mountains, supported by abundant underground water sources, allowed the trees to sustain life during the dry season. Even so, the Taihang Mountain area no longer boasted its former lush greenery; dead branches and withered leaves were everywhere.
As they passed through the Zhao Family Ancestral Hall, they came upon another courtyard. The entrance was half-open. In contrast to the courtyard and ancestral hall gifted to Yun Xiao Yi, this courtyard appeared particularly simple and unadorned. The entire building was just a single-story flat-roofed structure, with minimal decoration and a clean layout.
It covered an area of over two thousand square meters and did not feature the common three-courtyard structure; it had only one courtyard. Stepping over the threshold allowed one to take in the entire view of the courtyard at once.
Compared to the nearby ancestral hall, which spans over a thousand square meters and features a three-courtyard structure, and the grand four-courtyard residence gifted to Yun Xiao Yi, covering two thousand one hundred square meters with a more magnificent layout, this place is noticeably much smaller.
Despite its size, it is fully equipped, containing all the essential amenities for daily living. Stepping into the courtyard and passing through the entrance, one can immediately see three people enjoying breakfast in the main hall—two men and one woman. Among them, Yun Xiao Yi recognizes only one person: Zhao Yang, who had previously accompanied Zhao Yun to Taihang Mountain. He is the fourth son of Zhao An.
However, the three are not sharing a single dining table; instead, they are seated at their own small tables. The sight of them dining separately surprises Yun Xiao Yi slightly, but he quickly regains his composure. Indeed, as far as he knows, during the Eastern Han Dynasty, people typically ate in this manner. It reminds him of an old version of "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" he once read, which described dining scenes where each person had their own small table to eat from.
The modern trend of communal dining—where everyone sits together at one table to share food—only began to take shape after the Tang Dynasty. He wonders if sitting cross-legged for extended periods causes discomfort in their knees. In reality, this practice has been inherited in subsequent historical developments. Yun Xiao Yi once attempted to experience this kneeling posture in a Japanese restaurant.
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