Wen Yan personally carved the inscription; although his skill was certainly not as good as that of a professional, the significance was different.
Looking at the basement, he wondered if he should ask Wu Tingsheng whether it would be possible to dig another layer down.
After considering it, he felt that this idea was not very reliable, so why not ask Gauss if there was any Magic that could expand the space?
The basement was just a single room. Although the space was not too small, there were Shelves in the corner, his Uncle's altar, his great-aunt's altar to be added, as well as his Grandma's altar, and also that nameless tablet. With four altars set up, the space seemed a bit cramped.
Perhaps he should just buy the unrenovated building to the west as well.
Wen Yan stretched out his hand to brush the wood shavings off the tablet, applied two more coats of wood polish, then propped up the tablet with a small stand, placing it on the table.
