After walking a few steps and turning a corner, they saw that yard.
The gate of the yard faced directly toward the shop in front, and the house itself faced north to south, which was a really good orientation.
From the outside, the yard looked quite large as well.
At this time, the front door of most people's homes was still a wooden door, and this house was no exception.
The wooden door was originally supposed to be red, but over time, after being exposed to the elements, the red paint had become mottled.
There were also two iron rings on the door; when locking the door from outside, one would lock these two rings.
At this moment, Uncle Jiang was knocking on the door with the iron ring, producing a muffled sound.
After a few knocks, there was a man's voice from inside, "Coming! Who is it?"
"It's me!" Uncle Jiang replied.
The man inside was clearly familiar with Uncle Jiang, and after hearing those two words, his voice held a hint of laughter.
