Both boxes were opened and the yard was quiet for half a minute.

Song Minghui spoke first: "This...your grandma didn't say that there are these things at home..."

He is somewhat embarrassed now.

"Dad, grandma didn't tell you that."

Song Yiyi reminded him, "Did you live in this house before?"

Song Minghui was silent for a moment, shook his head, glanced at Cai Mengjun, and then said, "Your mother lives there."

That's right.

She walked over to the box and started searching.

Sure enough, there was another small box at the bottom of the box. When I opened it, I found that it was wrapped in several layers of brown paper.

When I opened it, I found yellowed family letters and stubs inside.

Song Yiyi waved to Cen Yue, "Give me one."

Cen Yue quickly took out a small yellow croaker and compared it with the stub in Song Yiyi's hand.

Both the small yellow croaker and the stub have the seal of a certain business from the Republic of China period.

Song Yiyi picked up the letter from home and read it again.

After looking at it for a long time, he turned and handed it to Song Minghui, "Dad, look."

If it is traditional Chinese characters, she really has difficulty in recognizing them.

Song Minghui held the letter carefully, tilted his head back, and then carefully read the 㱕 character on it.

Song Yiyi looked at him like this and the corners of her mouth twitched.

I should check my parents' eyesight again today.

Why does it feel like her old man is presbyopic at such a young age?

After reading it carefully, Song Minghui said solemnly, "This is a letter to your grandmother, similar to a dowry."

He pointed to the things on the ground. "These are all registered."

After these words were spoken, everyone in the courtyard breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking at the stamp on the small yellow croaker, it is not an animal, so it does not involve the issue of handing it over.

There are also family letters and stubs that can serve as supporting evidence.

These things can be kept.

Song Minghui waved his hand and said, "Ayue, you and Yiyi can take these things away."

It has been dug out, and keeping it at home will be a hidden danger, and there is no guarantee that it will not be seen by anyone.

Song Yiyi also looked at Cen Yue, her eyes shining.

It would be best if Cen Yue had a way to find a place to store the things.

Cen Yue didn't hesitate and agreed immediately: "Yes."

The house collapsed.

The most important thing right now is to repair the house.

Cen Yue wanted to stay and help, but Song Minghui refused. "You two should leave now. Don't delay. The houses are small and it's not the busy farming season. Ask the villagers for help. Just provide food and some wages."

Besides, he doesn't look like he can build a house.

Song Minghui was still more worried about the two boxes, which were too eye-catching.

"There's an election in the village soon, and people from the county will be coming from time to time. Please don't cause me any trouble."

Song Minghui's worries are not without reason.

Song Yiyi agreed.

Cen Yue drove the car into the courtyard, left the leather suitcase behind, and changed into a soft backpack to pack his things.

They didn't have much luggage, and the ones they had were buried in the ground, so there was no need to pack them up.

Before leaving, Song Yiyi got in the car and leaned against the window. She said to Song Minghui, "Dad, are you running for election?"

Song Minghui waved his hand and said, "I'm too busy with school and work to attend."

Song Yiyi disagreed.

"Five years at most, it's time for you to retire early."

Song Minghui obviously hesitated, "I understand. Please drive slowly on the road."

When Cen Yue and Song Yiyi drove away, Song Minghui and Cai Mengjun were still standing at the door.

Cai Mengjun whispered, "I don't know when Cheng Ze will be able to get married."

Before Song Minghui could answer, a group of people from the village headed towards them.

Passing by the Song family, the old manager was shocked by the scene in the courtyard: "Minghui, what's going on in your family?"

Song Minghui wanted to talk to Song Yiyi, then smiled and said, "No, it rained a lot recently, and the foundation was not laid, so the house where the child lived collapsed."

Old Yiren looked incredulous. "No one's here, right? Where are the two children? I was thinking that someone from the county would come today, and I wanted to ask your son-in-law to come along..."

The news that Song Minghui's son-in-law, an officer, had returned home spread throughout the village within two days.