She hadn't figured out what was happening to her yet and didn't want to go somewhere unfamiliar.

Song Yi quickly glanced at Fang Zongtang and said, "It's a villa halfway up the mountain. Ji Zong also lives there!"

The name Ji Zong was left by my great-grandfather. His surname was Fang, and his name was Fang Ji Zong.

"Okay, you go out and wait for me, I'll pack my things!" Fang Zongtao said and stood up.

I thought my son-in-law would be obedient and stand at the door like before, but unexpectedly, he just stood there motionless.

Fang Zongtang was very unhappy and his face immediately fell.

Song Yi hurriedly explained: "I see that you look pale. What do you want to pack? Can I do it for you?"

Fang Zongtang looked stern and glanced at him: "It's against the rules. I took Lao Xingtang's things. Do you think you can watch?"

Song Yi moved his lips twice, and the toes of his handmade calfskin shoes turned outwards.

"I'll wait for you outside the gate!" After saying that, he turned around to look at Fang Zongtang before leaving.

Fang Zongtao snorted coldly. Ten years~ Even if he became the richest man, so what? If he wanted her to look at his face, he would dream on.

After climbing up to the roof and taking down the bag, I found that the room had not changed much, except that it was old. The furniture, decorations, tables and chairs inside looked the same, but they had been replaced a long time ago.

The late Qing Dynasty tiger painting in the center of the living room was fifty cents a piece, no more. The old rosewood tables and chairs were replaced with poplar and elm, and the lotus fish tank that my great-grandfather imitated was replaced with a white-tile porcelain jar for flour. There were no fish in it anymore, but a bunch of random things were placed in it, but the position had not changed, and the style was similar.

It's really hard for some people to find these imitation and messed up things.

She couldn't bear to watch it any longer, it was hurting her eyes.

She didn't know how her son-in-law was going to clean up the place, but she also planned to make some money and take away some things that were easy to be discovered.

Let’s start with the big cat hanging in the living room.

Behind the big cat was nothing else but a meal tool passed down to her by her great-grandfather, a treasure chest measuring three feet in height, width and height.

The box was moved out and checked. Wood drill bits, gold wire, silver wire, more than 50 types of flower knives, tweezers, flat-mouthed pliers, long pliers, copper hammers, gold hammers, silver hammers, wire drawers, wire reels, silver nails, gold nails, carbon powder, stones, burning materials, tin materials, discs and other delicate objects were all stacked up in the treasure box, leaving no spare space at all.

After checking the above items, she stopped checking. Who would take something like gold and silver threads that can be converted into cash at any time?

He used both hands to move the box to the side, and took out a small box from it.

The box is not big, only the size of two palms.

This is what my great grandfather left behind. It contains a family photo, a jade parrot pipe, two Shoushan stone seals, a piece of chicken blood, a piece of hibiscus, and a few photos of my great grandfather with old friends.

Compared with those gold, silver and jade artifacts, these are the most precious and the ones that cannot be lost.

After ten years of missing, she was worried about leaving it anywhere, so she kept it with her. She would put it back after the house was cleaned up!

The big noodle jar placed at the door also has a secret underneath. The two bricks at the bottom were removed, and the whole bluestone slab was pried up. There were two paintings underneath. One was a Song Dynasty imitation of Tang Bohu's Eight Horses. It is said that the original painting was originally used by Tang Bohu as a dowry for his daughter. Unfortunately, the family the daughter married into did not know the value of the painting. They despised Tang Bohu for not giving her a dowry, and only gave her a few broken paintings. In order to show off his power to the new bride, they burned all the paintings.

After the great grandfather finished telling her the story, he earnestly gave her a summary: A woman must know what is good, otherwise she will treat gold as dirt and throw it away.