After lunch, Fan Zhu took out a small key and opened the mahogany box against the wall.
"Ah Ci, take out all the clothes inside."
"good."
Although Lin Yian didn't know what his grandmother meant, he still did it.
Although the box is locked, there is not much dust on it, so it must be cleaned regularly.
There were quite a few clothes in the box, and Lin Yian found that the more he flipped through the box, the more uncut fabrics he saw.
After several pieces of uncut cloth were brought out, Lin Yian felt that he seemed to know why his grandmother did this.
"Grandma, I myself..."
Fan Zhu interrupted Lin Yi'an with a smile: "Ah Ci, have you finished moving?"
"No, we still need a few more."
This box may look inconspicuous, but it can actually hold a lot.
Lin Yian moved to the back and put half of his body inside.
this……
Fan Zhu saw her granddaughter stand up from the box with empty hands: "Have you finished moving?"
"No. Grandma, I'll wipe my hands before I move."
Lin Yian washed her hands carefully, and then used the cloth on the basin rack to wipe the water droplets off her hands.
Phew, it feels so cool and smooth to the touch, it must be good fabric.
After taking out the two pieces of fabric from the bottom of the box, Lin Yian realized that he had thought too simply.
"Oh My God……"
It’s not that there is no pattern on the fabric, but that she couldn’t feel the existence of the pattern at all.
The bright red fabric is covered with intricate patterns, but it doesn't give people a dazzling feeling at all.
This must be hand-embroidered, is it really okay to just put it at the bottom of the box?!
So the pieces of cloth I just moved were to protect these two pieces of cloth.
That grandma...
stop!
Lin Yian pulled back his thoughts that were about to run away from the earth and said, "Don't even think about it!"
"Grandma, we're done moving now."
Fan Zhu did not look at the two pieces of cloth placed separately by Lin Yian, as if in her eyes these two pieces of cloth were no different from those patched clothes.
"good."
So, Lin Yian watched as Fan Zhu pressed a button on the key, and the pattern in the middle of the key cracked, and there was actually another key inside!
This key is probably not much thicker than an embroidery needle.
"Ah Ci, come here, take this key. There is a bamboo pattern on the upper right corner of the bottom of the box. Feel it and you will find a keyhole. Open it."
Lin Yian carefully picked up the key in Fan Zhu's hand with two fingers, and walked towards the box with an oil lamp.
Bamboo patterns, bamboo patterns, they really exist!
There was indeed a clump of carved bamboo in the corner of the bottom of the box. It felt just like the two pieces of material, with no detectable texture at all, just like the natural patterns on the box.
Lin Yian carefully rubbed and pressed the pattern. Since he couldn't feel the pattern, the keyhole should be easy to find...
After searching for several times, Lin Yian finally found the keyhole on a small bamboo leaf.
Lin Yian inserted the key and turned it a circle, and the bottom panel of the box began to slowly open to both sides.
"Oh… God."
Lin Yian really didn't expect that there was actually a compartment at the bottom of the box. He risked his lifelong cultivation by not saying certain words.
"Grandma, open it."
Lin Yian now felt that the key in his hand was like a hot potato, and quickly returned it to Fan Zhu.
Fan Zhu pressed the small key back into the other key, and the pattern closed. If the box had not been still there, Lin Yian would have thought he was dreaming.
"Ah Ci, can you please help grandma again?"
Can I say no, grandma?
Although it has come to this, there is no point in escaping anymore.
Lin Yian felt like he was gradually uncovering the deepest secret in his family.
Bamboo pattern, then the word "zhu" in grandma's name should be "zhu", not "zhu".
Secret compartment, fabric, alias...is there any need to explain?
"Grandma, you say."
"There is a small box in the secret compartment, also with bamboo patterns carved on it. Help grandma get it over here."
backyard.
Lin Anguo was feeding the cows. He had to go to the county this afternoon. If the cows were not full, they would kick him on the way.
"dad."
Lin Anguo put the feed bucket in the corner and wiped his hands: "Aci."
Lin Yian looked around and quickly took out a small purse from his arms: "Dad, grandma asked me to give this to you."
When Lin Anguo saw the familiar purse, he knew what Fan Zhu meant. He reached out to take the purse and stuffed it into the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.
"Okay, Dad got it. Go back to the house and take a nap. It's very cold outside."
Dad, are you so calm?
This made her look very silly when she saw a box of small yellow croakers just now. Fortunately, no one else saw it except her grandma.
Lin Yi'an turned around woodenly and went back to the room. He jumped onto the bed and buried his head in the quilt.
My grandmother’s identity should be extraordinary, but it’s probably something that cannot be revealed now.
She was quite surprised that her grandmother left this matter to her father.
It has been a few days since Lin Yian came back. The impression her father, Lin Anguo, gave her was that he was taciturn and unpretentious.
It seems that she knows too little about her father.
Lin Yian turned over and sat up in bed, took out several heating pads of different brands from the space and tore off the outer coverings.
"Well, iron powder is right, vermiculite seems to be this, and charcoal is right too! Second brother is quite reliable in doing things."
Lin Yian took out a small food scale, which was a gift from the proprietress when she went to the grain and oil market to make a large purchase.
As for the ratio, you will get it by trying more.
She just couldn't believe that she couldn't match them with so many samples.
Lin Yian was trapped in a cycle of try-fail-try-fail. She had not yet found a way to break the cycle, and she was unaware that someone else had already attributed her dysmenorrhea to herself.
After Huo Fang returned home, she ran into Lin Jianmao who had just woken up.
"Mom, are you going out?"
Lin Jianmao walked to the kitchen by himself, added two pieces of firewood under the pot, and symbolically heated up lunch.
"You finally got up. A-Ci had something to do this morning, so I went over there."
"Porcelain doll? What could happen to her? Was she mad at Jianbin?"
"Jianbin?" Huo Fang shook her head. "Okay, hurry up and eat your lunch. You are not allowed to sleep in the afternoon or sleep through dinner."
"Okay. You have the final say. You haven't told me what happened to the porcelain doll yet?"
Lin Jianmao stood up and lifted the lid of the pot. The hot steam hit his face and blurred his vision.
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