After Yang Ge's figure disappeared at the end of the street, a young man with half his cheek swollen walked out of the backyard and into the front hall, mumbling: "Boss, it's time for breakfast.",> Not until the sun began to set did he push back to the small courtyard with a cart piled high with firewood, neater and taller than anyone else's.,Yang Ge couldn't help but laugh when he saw this: "Let's be clear first, if it's some kind of heirloom or treasure, I don't want it!"。