Siheyuan: I have traveled through time and space and still can’t eat enough?

Isn't this a plot that will only happen after he retires? Why is it starting now?

And because of Yan Jiekuang's intervention, although the children of the Yan family cannot be said to be very filial, they are much better than the original drama. There is no reason for Yan Bugui to pick up garbage!

"Dad, what are you doing? Why are you out here picking up trash?"

Yan Jiekuang grabbed Yan Bugui and questioned him.

The person on the other side was also confused, and it took him a long time to react: "Who is your dad? I have never seen anyone recognize the wrong dad in my life."

Having said this, he broke away from Yan Jiekuang, turned around and was about to leave.

At this time, Yan Jiekuang also noticed something was wrong. The person in front of him was obviously younger than Yan Bugui, and he was not wearing the pair of glasses that had been repaired countless times.

Seeing the other party was about to leave, Yan Jiekuang quickly stepped forward and asked, "I'm really sorry, it's just that you look too much like my father. Do you have a twin brother who has been separated for many years?"

Seeing that Yan Jiekuang was still pestering him, the other party sneered and said, "I have seen many liars like you. I am the only one in my family. I have no brothers or sisters."

After saying this, Marquis Polan left, leaving Yan Jiekuang standing there. A thunderclap exploded in his mind: Marquis Polan, Han Chunming, a disciple of Zhengyang.

Wasn’t this another period drama he had seen?

Could it be that this is not just a parallel world of Qinman Siheyuan, but a fusion of the two dramas?

By the time Yan Jiekuang reacted, Hou Polan had long disappeared.

He quickly ran towards the courtyard, returned home and found his father who was watching TV: "Dad, tell me the truth, do you have a brother who looks like you, a cousin or a cousin will do."

Looking at his son who was sweating profusely, Yan Bugui was confused. He was an only child, so where did he have brothers?

He raised his hand and touched Yan Jiekuang's forehead: "You don't even have a fever, why are you talking nonsense?"

Regarding his father's behavior, Yan Jiekuang thought that he might not have expressed himself clearly: "Dad, I'm not kidding. I met someone today who looked exactly like you, except that he looked a little younger and didn't wear glasses."

This made the third aunt beside her interested: "Your father and your grandfather are both only children, and they don't have any brothers or sisters. Have you really seen someone who looks like your father?"

Yan Jiekuang wanted to tell his father the name of Polan Hou to see if his father knew it. But after thinking for a long time, he only knew that Polan Hou's surname was Hou, but he had no idea what his name was.

I can only try to ask: "Does our family have any relatives with the surname Hou?"

Yan Bugui thought for a long time, and suddenly slapped his forehead, as if he remembered something: "I remember your grandfather said that my great aunt married a man named Hou, and I visited him when I was a child."

"Later, my aunt's son married a prince's daughter. He had a little brother at the time. People said we looked very similar."

It’s right, absolutely right.

After hearing this, Yan Jiekuang was instantly certain that this must be the Poor Marquis from the Zhengyang Sect.

Because in the original drama, when Grandpa Guan was chatting with Han Chunming, he clearly stated the identity of the Polan Hou.

He is the prince's grandson. Although his mother is the daughter of the prince's concubine, she is still of noble status.

"Then it stands to reason that the two families are not even five generations apart. How come I've never heard you mention such a relative?"

Hearing his son's question, Yan Bugui sorted out his thoughts before continuing, "It seems that it was because my cousin, after marrying a princess, gradually acquired some bad habits of the royal nobles. Your grandfather was a person who could not tolerate any grain of sand in his eyes and was unwilling to curry favor with him. Later, the two families gradually stopped communicating."

"Now that I think about it, it's such a pity. Just because of such a small thing, I lost a relative. Our family was not very prosperous to begin with, and it was only during your generation that we had a few more children."

After Yan Bugui finished speaking, he also understood the relationship between his family and Marquis Polan. Strictly speaking, he still had to call him cousin.

"By the way, third brother, where did you run into your uncle? How is he doing now?"

Yan Jiekuang had no idea how to answer his father's question.

It is not accurate to say that he is a rag collector now. After all, there are countless antiques in Hou's house. Not to mention the future, even if he takes out one or two and sells them now, it will be enough for him to spend for several years.

But to say that he was extremely wealthy was not true. Hou Paolan hid all his antiques as treasures. Even when he was starving on the streets, he never thought of selling any of them.

So Yan Jiekuang could only answer vaguely: "I only met him once, and we didn't say a few words before he left. But judging from the way he was dressed, he didn't live a good life."

Hearing that his cousin was not living a happy life, Yan Bugui sighed: "If you meet him again, ask him to come to our house. If you think about it, he is the person closest to me besides you."

Yan Jiekuang fully agreed with what his father said.

Yan Jiekuang had always wanted to collect some antiques, calligraphy and paintings, but he knew nothing about it. Now that he had a ready-made master, how could he not get in touch with him?

You have to know that Hou Paolan is a collector who is no less famous than Grandpa Guan.

"Okay, I'll ask around when I have time and go visit my uncle."

In Yan Jiekuang's memory, Polan Hou had told Han Chunming his address, which seemed to be in Yanzhi Hutong, but he could not remember which courtyard it was exactly.

However, he believed that since the job of Paolanhou was so iconic, there must be many people in the alley who knew him, and they could find his specific location by just asking around.

The next morning, Yan Jiekuang showed up at the factory and then came to Yanzhi Hutong.

"Auntie, excuse me, do you know a rag collector around here? People call him the Rags Lord."

Yan Jiekuang didn't know the exact location, so he could only ask an old lady sitting at the door basking in the sun.

"Raggedy Hou? What do you want with him?"

The old lady looked at Yan Jiekuang with scrutiny in her eyes.

Nowadays, middle-aged women are still very vigilant. When they meet strangers, they will definitely ask about the purpose of the visit first. Only after making their own judgment will they feel comfortable telling the other party about the matter.

Seeing the suspicion in the aunt's eyes, Yan Jiekuang took out his work ID and said, "Auntie, you are really alert."

Yan Jiekuang gave a thumbs up.

"That's right. I did report the enemy spies back then."

Yan Jiekuang didn’t know whether what the aunt said was true or not, it had nothing to do with him.

"Then, Auntie, can you tell me where he lives now? I am a distant relative of Marquis Pauper. I haven't been in the public eye for a long time. I came to see him today."

"He's a rag collector and he has a relative like you."

The old lady complained and pointed in a direction: "Go! Number 137, it's the first one on the right after you enter the door."

"Thank you!"