A wooden clock with a Pegasus top, just over 20 centimeters tall, the case intact, but the clock wouldn't work. Zhou Jiao remembered she'd paid five yuan for this Western-style junk.

There is also an antique wooden floor clock about one meter high. Because it is large and made of rosewood, it can still be used normally. It is a bit expensive and cost twenty yuan.

The remaining items were a hand-cranked wooden phonograph from the Republic of China era and the camera in front of her. These four items were picked up by her two sons from two different commissioned shops. Since there were no outsiders around, Zhou Jiao bought them as the children pleased.

Now that she thought about it, she felt that something was wrong. The other three items might have sounds that attracted her sons, but how could Wuyi not hold onto the broken Pegasus wooden clock?

Zhang Guoqing knew she had guessed it, so he smiled and went to the study to get a screwdriver and other tools. After a while, he took apart the Pegasus wooden clock.

It was literally torn apart. After five years of studying electrical engineering, if he couldn't assemble and repair these things, then he really had no business being in this field.

When the base was disassembled, a ball of black oil paper fell from the connection of the base with a "click", which scared Zhang Guoqing who was suspicious.

“Jiaojiao…”

Zhou Jiao felt extremely complicated for a moment and patted him on the shoulder, "You saved the entire galaxy in your previous life!" Otherwise, how could all the good things happen to you!

"Hehe..." Zhang Guoqing nodded with a silly smile, "Luckily I'm with my buddy, otherwise it would be really scary."

Scary? It hasn't even started yet! Zhou Jiao was too lazy to complain. Seeing him tinkering with another large clock, she put on gloves, squatted down, cleaned the disassembled parts with kerosene, wiped them clean, and reassembled them. She adjusted them several times. "Tick-tock" sounded, and the clock started to tick.

Zhang Guoqing wasn't in a hurry to look at the black oil paper. He first weighed the floor clock and looked at its exquisite craftsmanship. If it weren't for the mystery, he really wouldn't have taken action.

This time he was much more cautious and meticulous, and even took a military blanket to lay underneath, for fear that he would accidentally destroy this antique.

Zhou Jiao put the clock on her wrist back on. Seeing him still touching it with interest, she jokingly asked, "What did you come up with?"

Zhang Guoqing chuckled and pointed to the worn-away marks in the upper middle section. "If I'm not mistaken, this must be some famous inscription."

"It's only a month's salary for an average person. Only we dare to buy this kind of thing." Zhou Jiao squinted at him amusedly. "It has a name, it's even better!"

"Even the other night?" Zhang Guoqing's eyes lit up when he heard that. That's right, it was the other night! He hesitated for a moment, "Tear it down! Who cares what it came from!"

Zhou Jiao nodded in agreement. If there were any inventory inside, it would be even more valuable, so it would be better to take it out as soon as possible.

Zhang Guoqing had just picked up the tool when he suddenly turned his head to look at Zhou Jiao, "No! If it's an imperial gift, no one would dare to damage it, so who would dare to hide it?"

Zhou Jiao continued his words without smiling, "Even ordinary nobles would worry about ruining a good piece of handicraft, so..."

"So it must be in the wood." The couple concluded in unison and smiled at each other.

This time, Zhang Guoqing didn't need Zhou Jiao's advice. He leaned over the clock and gently tapped each spot with his fingers.

Seeing this, Zhou Jiao held her breath, worried that it would affect his hearing.

As time passed, Zhang Guoqing knocked twice back and forth, knocked again slightly above the bottom of the clock, and nodded at her.

Zhou Jiao exhaled deeply, rubbed her sore legs, and leaned over to take a closer look. There wasn't a crack at all, so she looked at Zhang Guoqing in confusion.

"Hahahaha... after all this research, it seems like dismantling the whole thing will be faster."

Zhou Jiao thought about it and realized they were overthinking it. She immediately burst into laughter. They were just being bored and wasting their brains on this.

Half an hour later, they took out a large piece of red paper from the bottom and unfolded it. The couple laughed and fell to the ground. The content on it was quite precious, but it was a pity that it looked like a dowry list!

No matter how much she spent on the wedding, it was already history. Thinking of this, Zhou Jiao casually threw the unopened oil-paper bag away...

"wrong!"

Zhou Jiao, startled by Zhang Guoqing, blinked and looked at him in confusion.

"Why do you think they hid such a big red paper?"

Zhou Jiao glared at him, "Isn't it all your men's fault? Either they favor concubines over wives, or there's some messy family feud." She smiled meaningfully, "That's why most young men are so heartless."

"Wife, the heaven and earth can bear witness, the sun and the moon can show it, I have almost become obsessed with you, but now even female mosquitoes won't stare at me."

Zhou Jiao was amused by him and laughed, "What a ridiculous metaphor! Is this how Shougongsha is used?"

The couple cuddled together and played for a while before returning to their study of the hand-cranked wooden phonograph from the Republic of China era. After the agonizing reaction of the grandfather clock, the couple had now unanimously decided to resort to violence.

Once the wooden box, which was more than 30 centimeters wide, was opened, all the parts and accessories were removed and cleared out. This time, Zhang Guoqing did not bother to knock it open and directly took apart the box.

The sides fell apart, and the square wooden board at the bottom was clearly visible, being twice as thick as the side panels. This was probably because the owner saw that the machine was in good condition, otherwise he would have been confused after taking it apart.

Zhang Guoqing simply pried it open with a dagger and saw that both sides were hollowed out, and several exquisitely crafted embroidered bags were stuck to one side.

"Wife, open it and take a look. I see these are all jewelry."

Zhou Jiao took over a wooden board, tore off an embroidered bag from it, squeezed it, nodded at Zhang Guoqing, and casually dropped a long ruby ​​necklace onto her legs.

The next few bags were opened one after another, but what was found was not jewelry, but some precious rubies and sapphires, kerosene drills, and a bag of gold melon seeds.

Zhang Guoqing, standing beside him, glanced at them and immediately set about reassembling the phonograph. These things looked like little stones on the road.

Finally, Zhou Jiao saw the forgotten oil paper package opened again, and this time there was a surprise - dozens of kerosene drills that emitted a dazzling and brilliant luster under the light.

Zhang Guoqing gave her a funny look and asked, "Do you really like diamonds?"

"It's okay, it's the least."

Zhang Guoqing laughed dumbly. "I'll collect them for you when I get a chance. Then I'll have them all made into diamond crowns. They'll be even more impressive than that silly white queen."

"Brother, I knew you were the best."

"Don't you say that most young people are heartless?"

Zhou Jiao hid her things, rubbed against him, and said angrily: "What kind of person are you? I have 100% confidence in my man."

"Good girl!" Zhang Guoqing quickly gestured for her to put her things away. "Be careful when I'm not around. If you get bullied at work, we'll quit!"

"Don't fight with others yourself when you have a disagreement. Wait for me to come back and vent your anger. If someone wants to treat you to a meal or something, just push it onto me and wait for me to come back and treat them."

"I'll sneak home to see you whenever I get the chance. Don't stay up all night reading when I'm not home. Remember to eat in the morning before going to work, and eat at work at noon. Don't run back and forth and get tired..."

The more Zhou Jiao listened, the more uncomfortable she felt. She nodded with slightly red eyes.

"...If you have to work overtime tonight, remember to call Dad and ask him to send someone to pick you up if it's too late. Don't let those male colleagues take you there..."

The sad Zhou Jiao was amused by his words and chuckled softly, "You should also pay attention to your safety when you are alone in school, and don't get into arguments with others."

Thinking that they would be separated tomorrow, the young couple in the east wing comforted each other and seemed to have forgotten the pile of letters on the study table.