The kowtow is over.

Ji Wanqing took out a shovel from the space and came under the peach tree.

Thinking about the direction where grandpa liked to stand the most, she put down the shovel and started digging.

Sure enough, not long after, the shovel hit something hard.

Ji Wanqing changed to a small shovel and dug out the things bit by bit. It was an ebony box wrapped in oil paper and cotton. The carving was exquisite and it looked very valuable.

He brushed off the loose dust on his hands and opened the wooden box.

In addition to the money wrapped in oil paper and small yellow croaker, it turned out to be just as Ji Jianguo guessed, Yu Weian did not donate all his collections. Only those left here were carefully selected by him, which could be sold at a price of hundreds of millions in the future.

A set of three pieces of imperial green jadeite pendant, necklace and earrings with excellent water content, an antique phoenix hairpin inlaid with rare gemstones including oriental pearls, a rare original ice violet, and an extremely rare top-grade blue diamond weighing about 11 grams.

Although the quantity is small, each one is a masterpiece among the best.

Ji Wanqing put the things into a special place and placed them properly, then picked up the deed from the bottom of the box.

There are two property deeds in total, one is for this small courtyard in Wendong City, and the other is actually in Jing City.

Judging from the time on the deed, my grandfather must have donated his property and then raised money to buy it.

Ji Wanqing couldn't help but sigh that the vision of Confucian merchants from aristocratic families is different.

Even if it will take another 30 or 40 years for the skyrocketing prices of courtyard houses in Beijing, as a businessman who has experienced turbulent times, I feel that owning a property in the national capital is very necessary.

Keep the two deeds.

Now Ji Wanqing doesn't have to worry about going back to Beijing with Jiang Che to celebrate the New Year and feeling uncomfortable living in someone else's house.

In addition to real estate and jewelry, there was also two dollars left by my grandfather.

Her grandfather was a distinguished professor at the Rural Migrant Workers University, a high-income earner. With his business acumen, he secretly earned some extra money, so he was considered middle class at that age.

Throwing away the weight of the two big bricks of money falling into her hands, she is now a true millionaire.

Then there are the four gold bars, 100g each.

It is said that in prosperous times jewelry is precious while in troubled times gold is precious. She had collected a lot of these things in the last days, but they were not gold bars, mostly gold jewelry and gold ornaments.

She knew that around 1980, the United States would experience inflation due to the oil crisis, which would lead to a huge increase in demand for gold's monetary properties.

At that time, you can be more cautious and visit more gold shops. In addition, the reform and opening up have made private gold transactions less strict. You can make a lot of money by selling high and buying low.

I reburied the soil under the peach tree and filled it up. The incense sticks on the incense burner in the room had just burned out.

The tablet was to be kept at home for the rest of the day, so Ji Wanqing took out a piece of white cotton wool from the space, wrapped the tablet carefully, and put it in her bag.

She looked at the location of this apartment. It is near the city hall and is definitely located in the first ring of the city center. It is a high-quality asset.

Ji Wanqing climbed over the wall and found a locksmith. He showed him the house deed and the property deed, asked him to pry open the door lock, and then sold it again and replaced it with a new lock.

Then go to the neighborhood committee and talk to the clerk to register that the apartment is temporarily unoccupied. If there is anything, you can write to her or call her at the military factory.

Ji Wanqing guessed that although this lane was close to the city center, the houses there were 40 to 50 years old, and if the urban area was reformed, this place would definitely have to be demolished.

Besides sweeping graves, she probably wouldn't go back to Wendong City often, so it was necessary to leave her contact information with the neighborhood committee.

Since the house was going to be demolished, Ji Wanqing went back home again, put away all the furniture and daily necessities in the house, and placed them in a specific corner of the space as a commemoration.

Houses may not last forever, but items can.

It was already past four in the afternoon when they finished. Ji Wanqing came out of the house and locked the door.

The lock just made a crisp click, and a voice behind me asked, "Are you Miss Wanqing?"

Ji Wanqing turned around and searched his memory for the old lady's face, "...Aunt Wang?"

Wang Wenfang stared at Ji Wanqing with eyes wide open, "Are you really Wanqing girl? How come you have grown so beautiful after not seeing you for two or three years?"

"Girls change a lot when they grow up." Ji Wanqing said politely.

This Aunt Wang and her mother Yu Jing were classmates, childhood friends and neighbors. When she was young, she loved to compare herself with her mother in everything. When she grew up, she would compare work, husbands and children even more.

Even after Yu Jing died, Wang Wenfang still wanted her daughter Chen Rongrong to compete with Ji Wanqing.

"Hey, why did you come back so suddenly? If you weren't standing at the door with the key, I wouldn't have recognized you!"

Ji Wanqing maintained a polite yet distant smile, "I'll come back to burn incense and sweep the graves of my grandparents."

Wang Wenfang looked at Yu Jing's daughter standing on the steps with a rosy complexion and a pretty face. She thought of the inhuman daughter she had married, and the jealousy and resentment that had been rooted in her heart since she was a child resurfaced.

She climbed onto the stairs and suddenly leaned closer, "Hey, how did your father's stepmother treat you? Did she abuse you? Did she give birth to a child? Oh, your mother didn't give your father a child, otherwise your father would not have abandoned you and thrown you to your grandfather to enjoy himself."

Ji Wanqing narrowed his eyes.

Regarding Wang Wenfang's memory, she was recalling that she had openly and secretly encouraged the original owner to go to Yunhe City to find his biological father.

Although the original owner had originally intended to leave, Wang Wenfang's instigation was truly malicious.

You like to provoke people and poke at their sore spots, right?

Ji Wanqing smiled with clear eyes, "How could that be? My father and Aunt Su are so nice to me, they don't let me do any housework, even heating the bath water is done by my stepsister."

She looked like she was spoiled by the whole family. "Moreover, all the delicious food in the house is close to me. Even my father's little brother can't surpass me. My opinions are needed in all matters big and small. If my grandfather hadn't arranged a marriage for me, I really didn't want to get married and leave home!"

Ji Wanqing didn't feel guilty at all, everything he said was the truth!

In the first month or so after she came into this world, she was taken care of by the Ji family.

Wang Wenfang frowned slightly.

Looking closely at Ji Wanqing's expression, Zaizai discovered that she really missed and regretted her life before getting married!

How could that be?

Given Ji Jianguo's horrified look, could he bear to swallow such a large piece of fat meat without chewing it up?

"He is your biological father after all, so of course he is good to you." Wang Wenfang came closer, seeming to be caring, "But I also want to remind you that your father is good to you because he is attracted by your grandfather's wealth, otherwise how could he be so kind?"

A hint of coldness flashed across Ji Wanqing's eyes.

Isn't this very clear about Ji Jianguo's character and the consequences of the original owner running to find his biological father?

"Huh? How could my dad be such a person?" Ji Wanqing pretended to be grateful for the elders' concern. "Auntie Wang, I know you are concerned about me, but don't worry, my dad is very good to me. When I got married, my dad gave me a dowry of 300 yuan, as well as a watch, quilt, clothes and many other things."

Seeing that the little girl looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying, Wang Wenfang was shocked. Could it be that Ji Jianguo really had a changed personality?