"Wang Shanshan, I'm heading back. Looks like those demolition crews won't be coming today. Call me if anything happens."
Grandpa Zhang sat for a while longer in front of the little temple. Seeing that everything was peaceful, he leaned on his cane and slowly made his way home.
His home was also within Guangjiang Residential Area, an old villa.
Though it was a villa, the furnishings inside were extremely plain. It did not look like the home of a wealthy family at all, and some places even showed signs of water leakage.
Moreover, three generations of the family lived in this house, five people in total.
"Dad, you didn't stop the demolition again today, did you? At your age, can't you stop making trouble? This residential area is old and rundown. Tearing it down and rebuilding it is a good thing. I really don't understand why you old folks object. No one is trying to seize your homes. Once the new buildings are finished, you can move back in, and the new neighborhood will be much more comfortable."
A middle-aged man of around fifty hurried forward and supported Grandpa Zhang.
"All the houses here were built by your grandfather. Wouldn't I know how long they can last? I don't oppose demolishing and rebuilding them. What if one collapses someday? Who would they come after then? But who knows where those demolition crews came from? How would they know what can be torn down and what cannot? This residential area has many taboos. If I don't keep an eye on things, something will go wrong."
Grandpa Zhang put on the air of an elder and lectured his son.
"Zhang Wenwen, you're still young and haven't experienced many things. Let me tell you, there are three places in this residential area that