"To be able to save up all these things, my great-grandfather must have had a pretty good life!"

Song Yi: It’s quite good!

"My great-grandfather wouldn't just hide this little thing, right?"

Song Yi: Is that still too little?

Fang Zongtang: "Let's go and tear down all the toilet ceilings in this villa!"

We harvested three more treasure mountains of similar size.

Song Yi: "It should be about the same."

For a shopkeeper of Rong Xiang Hao to be able to save so much, it can be considered that my great grandfather was a good manager!

Fang Zongtang also felt that this was quite true.

But~

She found a notebook among the calligraphy and paintings, which recorded all of her great-grandfather’s property!

After comparing them one by one, she found that there were discrepancies.

The seaside villa and the shop were transferred to her name, and it was written on the shop.

But there are still three shops, and Lao Xingtang’s 70% shares do not match many of the gold, silver, jewelry and antiques.

For example, the Dongzhu Treasure Pagoda from the Northern Song Dynasty does not have it.

There isn’t even a Qianlong blue and white hollow vase!

White jade and gold crown from the Han Dynasty, no.

There is no Tang Dynasty pottery figurine of a maid holding a lamp either.

There are also many very distinctive things that are missing.

Those things must take up two-thirds of the book.

"It's impossible for my great grandfather to take so many things with him. The things must still be in Haishi!"

Song Yi was terrified just by looking at the things on the floor. When he heard her say there was more, his hands began to tremble.

"Could it have been stolen?" he suggested a possibility.

Fang Zongtao was thinking about the mountain he saw when he just entered the door.

"The mountain behind the villa also belongs to my great-grandfather, right?"

Song Yi nodded dryly.

Fang Zongtang thought of a possibility.

"Do you think my great grandfather buried the things in the back hill?"

Song Yi: "It shouldn't be possible. This place is close to the sea, and many things can't be soaked in water."

She thought again of the gutter she saw when she entered the door just now.

"Don't you think about what my great-grandfather did? If he could bury it, he must have waterproofed it in advance?"

Song Yi remained silent.

She continued to guess.

"If it were me, I would bury the thing in a puddle or a mud puddle!"

Song Yi: Maybe you think too highly of your great-grandfather?

How could he, a shopkeeper, have so much money?

Half an hour later, there was a quagmire at the back of the mountain!

"I didn't expect there really is such a quagmire? It hasn't been cleared out for so many years. This place is definitely a Feng Shui treasure land, right?"

It just tastes bad, like mud!

Song Yi took the shovel and started digging resignedly.

Half an hour later, the shovel dug up something.

It was the sound of iron colliding.

After digging for a while, a large iron box was revealed.

After the box was opened, there was a camphorwood box wrapped in cowhide inside.

It’s a big box full of ancient books!

They were all ancient books, and I flipped through a few of them.

There are Tang, Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties!

She understood.

"At that time, the situation was chaotic and gold and jewelry were the only hard currency. Many ancient books were thrown on the street and no one picked them up!"

Song Yi: My great-grandfather was also an expert at finding bargains!

Lift the box out and put it aside, and continue digging.

After a few minutes, another iron box was dug up.

When I opened it, it turned out to be an ancient book.

Things that were worthless back then would cost at least a million dollars a copy now!

Digging is so exciting!

Keep digging.

It took an entire afternoon, but I still haven’t finished digging!

It took another day to completely empty the mud pond.

There were ten boxes of ancient books, two boxes of calligraphy and paintings, two boxes of porcelain, and one box of porcelain and half of jewelry.

This time we came with more than just two people; we brought along all the helpers we could.

Silk painting by Liu, Fang Jing and Li Jun, father and son.

The six of them were exhausted after carrying all the things back to the villa!