Also put it in the pile that can be cashed in.

Song Yi spoke only after he saw that she had finished reading.

"Uncle Ming's son was cheated a few years ago and owed a lot of debts. He took his wife, children and a lot of Uncle Ming's belongings and disappeared. All the creditors came to Uncle Ming to collect the debts. Uncle Ming sold his shop and everything at home, but still owed a lot of debts. His eyesight was also damaged by anxiety. In addition, the calligraphy and painting business was not doing well, so he changed his career."

Fang Zongtao froze and immediately turned to look at Song Yi.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? If I had known, I wouldn't have taken his things."

Song Yi took a look at the tangled velvet blanket, walked over to smooth it out, and said, "Don't you know Uncle Ming's temper? He's a very face-conscious person. If you don't take his things, he'll definitely burn them all."

Fang Zongtang stopped talking.

Song Yi: "That should be what Uncle Ming left for you. Just take it. He is doing well now. He has paid off his debts long ago. Jixiangju is doing better than Daobizhai before. If his son knew about this, he would regret it to death."

When she heard Song Yi say that, she felt better. She no longer regretted taking the calligraphy and painting, but began to regret only leaving it at the roadside stall.

"Do you think Uncle Ming will throw away the roadside stall I set up for him?" she asked Song Yi.

The latter looked back calmly and said, "That shouldn't be the case. Whenever you gave Uncle Ming some snacks, he would always throw them out in front of you and pick them up after you left."

She thought about it and agreed.

"After all, I have suffered for ten years. Uncle Ming won't be so angry for my sake, right?" She turned to ask Song Yi.

The latter nodded.

She remembered something else: "When you went to ask the bodyguard to get something, I advised Uncle Ming to take a test drive in the carriage he made, and to lie down in the mansion he made to see if it was comfortable. He shouldn't be angry, right?"

Song Yi looked at Fang Zongtang silently: You are worthy of it!

I thought so in my heart, but I said, "No, Uncle Ming is a very open-minded person."

Fang Zongtang was completely relieved: "When you go to see Uncle Ming next time, remember to remind me to bring him a roast goose. I remember that he used to like to hold the goose head and chew it when he had nothing to do."

Song Yi: No wonder Uncle Ming told you not to go there unless you have nothing to do!

"good."

Song Yi brought her the medicine prescribed by the doctor, watched her take it, and said, "Grandpa likes the side dishes I make. I'll go to the kitchen to prepare some."

After Fang Zongtang lay down, he waved at him.

"Go ahead and close the door." Then he closed his eyes.

As soon as Song Yi closed the door, she opened her eyes, pricked up her ears and listened to the footsteps going away. She immediately took out the Cady sapphire necklace and looked at it carefully.

Look at the workmanship, look at the cutting surfaces, look at the densely packed diamonds. This is not just a necklace hanging around your neck, it's like a mansion is hanging around your neck.

There are other gems that can be converted into cash. Any one of them would be enough for her to struggle for more than ten years.

Great grandfather was a very disciplined person. Even if the imitations he made were indistinguishable from the real thing, they were always sold at the price of imitations, and she was not allowed to make more. Most of the work that Great grandfather founded, Lao Xing Tang, was doing was to repair antiques, calligraphy and paintings, which did not make much money.

Ten years ago, prices were already very high, and the work that Lao Xingtang took was just enough to make ends meet, and it was impossible for her to become rich. After her great grandfather passed away, there was no one to support her, so she had a crooked idea and made a batch of imitations and buried them underground. It would not take too long, only half a year, to make them look real.

Some of those things were buried in the yard, and some were given to Zhang Xingzu, her younger brother at the time.