This row of single-story townhouses runs through seven rooms, with the main hall occupying three large rooms, and east and west rooms each two.
Many tiles on the roof have peeled off, making it look pitted, with grass growing between the seams, though not as lush as on the ground.
When Lu Xi'an looked from outside before, he was a little unsure of the role of that grass.
He felt the grass seemed like the culprit for causing the tiles to peel off, yet at the same time appeared to bind the tiles firmly onto the roof, preventing further peeling off.
The useful things in the main hall had been ransacked, leaving only a redwood table that collapsed due to missing a leg.
But now the redwood showed no sign of its former luxury, only decay and decline.
Lu Xi'an flipped the table, wanting to see if there was any hidden compartment underneath, just like in that village in Fengcheng County.
