Meilin opened the wooden door of the stone house. The interior was a classic American decoration style, mainly in the light yellow tone. On this cold night, Zhang Yi felt a hint of warmth and comfort.

"Mr. Zhang Yi, there is a new blanket on the sofa and food in the refrigerator. In addition, Mr. Zhang Wu has something to leave for you. In his study, he has never allowed anyone to go in there."

After explaining these things, Meilin walked straight to the stairs.

Zhang Yi thought to himself, "What's going on?"

But when she first arrived in a strange place, she always felt that she was an outsider. She didn't say anything, and Zhang Yi didn't dare to ask.

"It's too late today. I'll stay here for one night. Will you agree?" Meilin stopped in the middle of the stairs and suddenly attacked.

"...Of course! You can do whatever you want."

Zhang Yi stammered and replied.

After Meilin went upstairs, Zhang Yi gently placed Zhang Qi on the sofa and covered her with a blanket.

It is colder in Washington state in April, and children are not as resistant as adults. It happens that one wall of the living room has a fireplace, which is also made of bluestone.

There are chopped wood and hay floes for ignition on the iron rack next to the fireplace.

After some effort, Zhang Yi turned the fire to the fire, and moved the sofa closer to the fireplace. Looking at Xiao Qi who was sleeping in a naive manner, a sense of satisfaction arose.

After doing this, Zhang Yi had time to carefully look around.

There are three sofas in the large living room. On the right side of the living room are the kitchen and dining room, as well as a bathroom, and the last one is the study.

The study room is on the back of the living room fireplace, which also has a fireplace, and the living room fireplace back to back, sharing a smoke exhaust pipe.

Zhang Yi thought his great-grandfather was illiterate, but he didn't expect that there were bookshelfs in the study room about fifty square meters. There were some books on the bookshelf, including characters rotating and adventure. These were hand-copied or manuscripts.

The peach wood-colored desk is placed in the middle of the study, with a globe and an old notebook, several pieces of white paper and pens, and nothing else.

Sitting on the chair, it was obvious that this notebook was something that my great-grandfather left to him.

Zhang Yi gently turned the notebook to the last page with text.

"Hello Xiaoyi, I see words like seeing people. A year ago, I decided to leave the Cross Farm to you. When you see this note, you have accepted and are willing to implement the ancestral rules and teachings of our old Zhang family."

"The Zhang family inheritance has been passed down so far, and many times have passed since life and death, and the spring grass has grown again because of it..."

The last page describes the importance of ancestral rules and teachings throughout.

The second page records some of the situations of the great-grandfather and elders.

"My job is a farmer, my father, grandpa, and great-grandpa are adventurers..."

Turning forward, Zhang Wu analyzes the places his elders have explored in detail.

Zhang Yi did not go to see these things immediately, but on the last three pages, Zhang Yi found two important things that Zhang Wu explained.

First, the ancestral rules and teachings passed down from the Qin Dynasty were originally hidden in the ancestral hall in the backyard.

Second, there is a mechanism in the wine storage cellar.

I grew up watching Lin Zhengying’s movies. Late at night, Zhang Yi didn’t dare to go to the hall or the cellar.

Close the notebook, Zhang Yi returned to the living room, added a few pieces of firewood into the fireplace, and hugged his sister Xiaoqi and fell asleep peacefully.

In the early morning, Zhang Yi was woken up by the sound of birds singing. There were two big maple trees in the yard and several birds were singing on the branches.

Meilin just happened to walk downstairs.

"Mr. Zhang Yi, I have to go to 'Everett' to handle some final procedures, and there is one point in it, you need to prepare an inheritance tax."

"How much does it cost?" Zhang Yi asked.

"The government evaluates Mr. Zhang Wu's assets to be approximately US$20 million!"

Zhang Yi's heart trembled. It seemed that he had RMB 1.40 million, and happiness came too suddenly! Thinking about how he was still in a state of turmoil because of his life a few days ago, he suddenly became rich.

Seeing Zhang Yi in a daze, Meilin explained the asset appraisal.

"There are several reasons that affect the appraisal price. One is that the government appraisal price is generally 10% lower than the market, and the other is that the appraisal of 1,000 hectares of mountain forest land is only 5 million US dollars."

"There are another 200 hectares of arable land, including this property, animal shed, warehouse, grain warehouse, oil warehouse, workers' dormitory, etc., and the farm has a total of more than ten houses, with an appraisal price of about 15 million US dollars."

"What is the inheritance tax rate?" Zhang Yi asked.

"Twenty percent of the assessed value, which is four million dollars."

Meilin's words were like a basin of ice water poured on the strong oil, which almost made Zhang Yi faint and was instantly discouraged.

"Then can I sell these assets and get the money back to China?" Zhang Yi's face turned pale, as if he had a heart disease recurred.

"Mr. Zhang, first of all, the estate agreement between you and Mr. Zhang Wu clearly stipulates that no land is allowed to be sold, otherwise your inheritance rights will be reclaimed forcibly. Moreover, American law stipulates that inheritance tax must be paid first before you have the right to dispose of inherited property."

The air was heavy, and because he had just arrived in a strange place, Zhang Yi lost control at this moment and shouted angrily to Meilin!

"You lied to me! I don't have more than 30,000 yuan on my body, but I still have RMB!" Zhang Yi was really angry and felt deceived.

Zhang Yi's voice woke up the sleeping Zhang Qi.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Meilin felt Zhang Yi's anger and took a step back in fear.

He quickly explained, "First of all, the government allows you to apply for a delayed payment. You have six months to pay the money, and for such a large farm, you can make money from it.

Zhang Yi quickly comforted Xiaoqi, and Meilin's words calmed him down slightly.

Meilin shrugged and said helplessly: "There is my salary. Mr. Zhang Wu has paid it for three years, so... you have at least me."

‘Huh…’ Big Big breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the great-grandfather who had never been masked, it was so much better to have someone help him. It was a lot better. Zhang Yizhen was afraid that he would not be able to handle it after suddenly accepting such a big stall.

"I still have a chance, and as long as I have a chance, it's worth fighting." Zhang Yixin thought in it.

Meilin went to the Everett District government to apply for a delay in tax payment.

Zhang Yi found a box of milk and a few slices of bread in the refrigerator, which made it hot in the kitchen.

After having breakfast with my sister, the two of them looked at the sky and the land during the day for the first time.

The mountains in the distance, the grasslands and fields in the near distance make people feel refreshed.

Zhang Yi led Xiaoqi to find the ancestral hall written by his great-grandfather in the backyard, the size of an ordinary dome pavilion, the walls were thick concrete walls, and the doors were thick metal doors, which could not be pushed open and could not be entered.

Calm down, Zhang Yi looked at the bulging English and numbers on the door, saying "Zhang" ancestral hall, July 7, 2011"

It can be translated as 'Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, July 7, 2011.'

After stroking these letters, it will pop up like a telephone button.

Zhang Yi realized that this was a password door, and he needed to unlock the password.

First of all, each initial letter, positive and negative, tried many times in a row, but the back door was still not opened. Zhang Yi was worried that he would never be able to unlock it.

"Is this fun brother? Xiaoqi wants to try it too."

My sister may be bored waiting when she stands beside her.

Looking at Xiaoqi, Zhang Yi's eyes lit up and he quickly pressed ‘Z Y Z 7’.

"Squeak..." The iron door made a heavy sound and slowly opened.

"Yeah!" Zhang Yi shouted and led his sister into the room.

The ancestral hall is only two or three square meters in size, empty, with a short column about 80 cm high standing in the middle, and an ancient book is placed on it.

"This is the original ancestral rules and teachings passed down by the Qin Dynasty."

Zhang Yi said to himself.

Holding it in your hand, the book is not like paper, but more like some kind of animal skin. It is cold to buy it. I looked at a few pages, and the content was the same as the copy content I had read before.

As for the content of the ancestral rules and teachings, Zhang Yi really wanted to complain about it for three days and three nights.

For example, one of the regulations is that, ‘half of the surplus money at the end of the year will be donated to those in need in the next year.’

Also, ‘10,000 pots of wine must be brewed every year to store and store them in the warehouse.’

Also, ‘Don’t sell my son’s land.’ Translated into vernacular, it is what Meilin said before, and the land is not allowed to be sold.

There are even more Qiba, but I can't even care about myself in a short period of time.

He was unable to complain, so he put his ancestor rules and teachings into his arms and then left.

The wine storage warehouse is located in the yard, with the entrance in a bluestone house, built side by side with the main house, located on the west side of the main house.

There were several red wine racks in the stone house, with about a hundred bottles of red wine and white wine slanted. Walking in a little, there was another thick password door at the end.

The style and appearance of the ancestral hall password door are the same, but the password is different.

After countless trials, I found that the answer was related to my parents' names after trying to break my head, so I cracked and opened the wine warehouse door.

Behind the door is a three-meter-wide passage, with bluestone walls on both sides and sensing lights above the head. Walking in four or five meters, I became cheerful in front of me.

"Wow! What a guy!"

The cellar is only a little smaller than the yard, and the yard is estimated to have five acres of land.

"Do you believe it? My cellar is ten meters deep and there are four simple tracks for handling, two vertical and two horizontal! "

If Zhang Yi wrote this in his circle of friends, he would probably be criticized to death, but this is a true portrayal of the cellar.
To be continued...