The Game of Life

Chapter 841 - 841 840 Grandmaster (1)

?Chapter 841: Chapter 840 Grandmaster (1) Chapter 841: Chapter 840 Grandmaster (1) The fog cleared rapidly, almost in a blink, and after it cleared, Jiang Feng found himself in the old Jiang Family house in Beiping.

Not the one outside the Pass, but the one in Beiping.

Initially, Jiang Feng thought the old house referred to the one sold by Jiang Hengzhong outside the Pass. He didn’t expect it to be this small quadrangle in Beiping.

The provider of this memory was the house itself. To determine his range of activity, Jiang Feng first made every effort to visit every accessible place and discovered that he could only move within this small quadrangle and couldn’t even get through the surrounding wall.

The quadrangle wasn’t large; it was a small house in a rectangular layout. It was the same as what Jiang Feng had seen in his memories before, without much change.

Due to the many children in the home, all the rooms were basically converted into bedrooms, and there wasn’t even a woodshed; the firewood was just stacked in a corner of the kitchen. Jiang Feng looked around the house and finally got a clear understanding of the house’s layout.

Upon entering, you reach the small central courtyard, where some clutter like barrels, tricycles, and uneaten cabbages were piled up. The ground was not planted with flowers but with basic seasonings like onions, ginger, and garlic. There were a few flowerpots placed against the wall, containing some pretty but unnamed flowers, which Jiang Feng could not identify.

To the left and the right sides of the courtyard, there were two relatively larger rooms. From the decor, Jiang Feng could roughly guess that these two rooms belonged to Jiang Chengde and Jiang Huiqin. The other three rooms were smaller, located in less bright corners, probably where the seven Jiang brothers lived.

The kitchen was in the farthest corner, small and dark with only two small windows, one facing outside and the other facing the courtyard. Jiang Feng had seen this kitchen more than once in his memories, and its appearance hadn’t changed—small and clean. But he felt that this memory should be earlier than the two others he had seen about the old Jiang house because the large steamer he had seen later was not in the kitchen now.

The old house was also very quiet, completely silent except for the chirping of birds and the buzzing of insects. No human voices.

Not a single person.

If Jiang Chengde and some of the older sons had to go to work at Taifeng Building, then it was strange that Jiang Huiqin and the younger kids were not at home either. This house permeated the atmosphere of life; although cluttered with many small items, there was order in the chaos. The little kids’ bedrooms still had cloth tigers and wooden toys, the older kids’ rooms had brushes, papers, and inkstones, and even Jiang Huiqin’s room had junior high school textbooks on the table.

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