Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

"Is there any boundary line? It's the Dongji House. It's known in every village that no one lives there... I don't know!"

"Hey! It's so bright!"

Although Zhang Dabiao couldn't understand Cantonese, he knew that the light from his small apartment, combined with the light from the flashlight, had given him away!

So I quickly turned off the lights, climbed back to the window, turned off all the lights in my "little nest," and closed the windows of the Hong Kong house and my own little nest, fastening all the latches. I also pulled the balcony curtains—which had been specially made with a layer of sun-protective reflective fabric to prevent the afternoon sun from shining—all tightly shut.

I didn't dare make a sound, and just stared at the other side from behind the curtains.

Two villagers came in with flashlights, looked around, but didn't see anything strange.

I stared out the window for a long time, but I still couldn't figure it out.

The main problem is that they didn't open the windows, and they wouldn't notice why they couldn't see outside through the windows.

Villager A's flashlight beam swept across the corner, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Nothing there? Did we see wrong?"

Villager B, still looking around nervously, said, "There's no reason for this. I clearly saw a light... It's really eerie."

Just then, the flashlight beam shone on something reflective on the ground, which was still bouncing.

Zhang Dabiao, nestled in his small hut, felt a chill run down his spine. Had he forgotten about the fish?!

They lost a fish on one side to test the safety of the channel, and forgot to bring it back!

Villager A's flashlight beam stopped, and he exclaimed in surprise, "Hey! Wait! Look over there!"

As the two approached, they saw a large fish struggling on the dusty floor, its scales shimmering in the light.

Villager A's face immediately lit up with a smile. He squatted down and picked up the fish, exclaiming, "Wow! It's a fish! Even more lively than the ones in the market!" Turning to Villager B, he laughed, "We've struck gold this time! We managed to catch such a big fish. What luck!"

Villager B did not approach; instead, he took a step back, his face turning deathly pale in the dim light, and his voice began to tremble: "...Uh, this isn't the way."

Villager A, still staring at the fish, was bewildered: "Huh? What's wrong? You found a treasure and don't even recognize it?"

Villager B asked in a low, fearful voice, "You...you think it through...we're on the mountaintop now, not next to the pier. And...and this house hasn't been lived in for years...where did this fish come from?"

Villager A's smile froze, and he slowly turned his head away. The fish fell to the ground with a thud.

Villager B's flashlight beam trembled as he shone it on the fish, almost whispering, "And...look closely, this one...is a river fish, not a sea fish."

A deathly silence instantly filled the entire main room, with only the "slap slap" of the river fish slapping its tail on the ground, sounding unusually jarring and eerie in the empty room.

Villager A recoiled abruptly, as if the fish might bite him. His face drained of color, and he pointed tremblingly at the ground, saying, "...river...river fish? Mountain top...empty house..."

The two exchanged a horrified glance, seeing the same conclusion in each other's eyes.

Villagers A and B simultaneously screamed in terror, "We've been ghosted!!!"

The two scrambled out the door, leaving their flashlights behind. Only that beam of light remained, shining forlornly on the river fish that was still thrashing about, a fish that shouldn't have been there.

Zhang Dabiao immediately opened the window, picked up the fish, and went back to the hut.

Locking both windows, fastening the latches, and drawing the curtains were all done in one smooth motion.

He was also startled and almost gave himself away.

He couldn't understand Cantonese, but by analyzing a few simple words together, he came to a conclusion—

The two villagers were patrolling the village at night. When they saw a light coming from the house, they went in to take a look, since they knew the house was uninhabited and were worried that there might be a thief.

But instead of finding the thief, they found a fish...

This is in the mountains, in an empty house, with river fish instead of sea fish...

So they thought they had encountered a ghost.

But that's fine too. No one should care about a haunted house. It's enough that the Lou family comes to take care of it regularly.

Zhang Dabiao went to the master bedroom, turned on the table lamp, and continued to look at the house and land deeds. Only then did he realize that the small courtyard that the Lou family had bought was a village house.

Moreover, it was a village house with a 999-year leasehold title, which stunned Zhang Dabiao.

Could the British government tolerate such a long land title? After Hong Kong's return to China in 97, will it continue to follow this land title?

The place marked above is—Ah Kung Yam Village, Shau Kei Wan?

Although Zhang Dabiao's little apartment didn't have internet, he had offline maps; he could just check it on his phone—

This place is located on the east side of Wan Chai District on Hong Kong Island, with Sai Kung District on the opposite shore.

It's not a particularly bustling area, but the price is as high as HK$2 for a village house on the mountain...

Zhang Dabiao doesn't understand these things, but considering the "perpetual ownership" of 999 years, you could say he's worth 20!

Anyway, I didn't spend a penny, so I didn't lose out.

Zhang Dabiao actually figured that this place probably didn't have much commercial value, so Lou Bancheng just gave it to him without hesitation, right? That old guy was thinking of making use of something useless.

However, for me, unexpectedly arriving at a teleportation point was a stroke of good luck.

Previously, I was thinking that if the wind picked up and things got bad, I would go to Hong Kong.

What now?

One minute I was in Beijing, one minute later I was in Hong Kong, with my own legal two-story village house and yard—

Damn, they've paved the way for everything!

If Lou Bancheng were to provide a house in the city center, but only with a property deed and no land title, I would still have to smuggle my family across the border, which would be very risky.

And now?

Let's have fun!

Sub-base established!

I have a teleportation portal!

Just as I was having a good time, I heard a sound coming from the other side of the window.

Several people were bustling around, searching the house with flashlights, and finally discovered something was wrong.

The window doesn't reveal the surrounding mountains, forests, fishing ports, or sky; instead, it reflects a silvery sheen.

But when I try to touch it with my hand, I can't reach it?

It was as if a piece of glass had appeared out of nowhere, blocking the way, but without warmth, fingerprints, or reflections...

This startled the old men who were leading the group, and they started muttering something unintelligible to Zhang Dabiao.

Some even started reciting scriptures on the spot.

Zhang Dabiao could see everything clearly through the curtains. He was in the dark, while the others were in the light, and there were so many flashlights.

It must have been an elderly person from the village who noticed something was wrong and came to investigate.

Zhang Dabiao was getting annoyed too. "If you keep coming over to check all the time..."

It will be inconvenient for me to go in and out to do things from now on.

So he came up with a bad idea: he pressed his Bluetooth speaker tightly against the opposite wall, while someone on the other side was trying to pry open the non-existent "barrier".

Then Zhang Dabiao played the music directly – "Double Happiness".

Around 2 or 3 a.m. in the dead of night, the sound emitted by the Bluetooth speaker resonating against the wall echoed throughout the entire main room.

Zhang Dabiao even fast-forwarded a little.

"The 18th day of the first lunar month is an auspicious day for carrying sorghum stalks—"