She cleaned up the entire west room. She had only cleaned it up briefly when she moved in. Since no one lived in this room, she just threw away the junk.
There's a Buddhist shrine on the wall behind the door. It's not made of wood, but a recessed cabinet carved into the wall. Now only one cabinet door is left, and I don't know who removed it.
I simply pulled down half of the door, cleaned the inside, and then put up a curtain to cover it.
After pulling it off for a long time, I took a screwdriver and sandpaper to make it neater. I removed the remaining hinges and used sandpaper to grind the edges.
She found a box of thumbtacks in the pig farm office to use for the curtains later. She wiped the area carefully with the rag and accidentally scratched it with something.
Rubbing around again, he found a faint bump at the corner of the second layer. He pulled out his N95 mask, put it on, and used the cafeteria's large pot to block the way. He reached out with a fried dough stick chopstick and pressed down hard.
Click
There was a small noise, and a dark hole appeared behind the cabinet. I carefully shone the flashlight inside, but couldn't see anything clearly.
She threw a rock in there; it didn't sound too deep. After another hour of waiting, she put on her protective suit, rain boots, and thick rubber gloves. With the security room's large flashlight, she stood on a stool and peered inside.
Carefully remove the two layers of partitions from the cabinet and release a pig inside. Listen to the ping-pong sounds in the hole, as well as the pig's running and squealing.
Then I used an apple to lure it in and took it in. It seemed safe inside, free of traps, snakes, rats, or anything like that. (If the pigs in this space could curse, all of Jiang Cha's aunts and uncles would be cursed. Besides eating my meat and selling it for money, you're also treating me like a death squad. Don't you have a conscience?)
I climbed onto a stool and went in. There was a ladder over there, and I slowly went down. It was quite large inside, almost as big as the entire west room and the living room.
She used a flashlight to carefully look inside and found quite a few boxes, which looked similar to the ones she had dug out from Director Wang's house.
Without even bothering to open it, she stowed everything away and climbed back out. The ground inside was lower than her house, and it was exceptionally dry. This was a wealthy family, after all, and their secret room was meticulously constructed, impeccably sealed against moisture and corrosion.
She came out and put the partition back, then pressed the button and it returned to its original state. I don't know what the mechanism is, but it really taught her a lesson.
The boxes were placed on the ground one by one and opened carefully, fearing that there might be something scary inside. Fortunately, they were filled with porcelain, which was carefully wrapped with cloth and placed in boxes, with straw separating each box.
There were more than 30 boxes on the ground, containing various vases, tea sets, wine sets, tableware, pen washers, paperweights, and other items.
If she wanted to identify which dynasty they were from, she could only open them one by one and look at the inscriptions on the bottom. Otherwise, how could she know how to do this? She had only heard of blue and white porcelain or Jay Chou's songs.
One of the wicker suitcases caught her attention. She unbuckled it and opened it to find some documents and a few letters inside.
After changing into thinner medical gloves, Jiang Cha opened several unsealed letters and saw various gift agreements inside. One of them was addressed to the discoverer of the treasure. Jiang Cha read it carefully.
Hello stranger:
By the time you read this letter, my family and I will probably no longer be in this world. We originally packed up our things and planned to move south with our family, to go overseas so that we wouldn't have to worry about our family.
Our family's vast holdings have attracted coveted attention from many quarters. As of this writing, they are being closely watched day and night. Having been forced to collect some of the property, the remainder has been hidden in several houses.
I will attach a map showing the location later, please accept it. I hope you can help me. When the person who harmed my family dies, please burn a piece of paper to comfort our souls who died in vain.
I've also enclosed several letters, all handwritten with gift agreements, and household registration certificates from the Public Security Bureau. I'm giving them to you as a gift, hoping for news that the dark clouds will dissipate and peace and prosperity will return.
Sincerely, Xie Jia Cheng Yan
Book published in August 1969
Jiang Cha felt bad after reading the letter. She had only thought of taking advantage of Wang, but who knew the lives of the original owner and his family were at stake.
Everything was with her, and she would collect the rest when she had time. Since she was accepting someone else's property, she should find out more about the family, including who their enemy was.
If Mr. Xie Chengyan hadn't encountered a villain in this world, perhaps his entire family wouldn't have been wiped out. Looking at the letters he left behind, written in simplified Chinese, one can tell that he had long suspected that the person who took over his family's house would not be a well-educated person.
She had also taken advantage of the transfer of ownership of the house. The woman working at the street office was illiterate and didn't know how she got there. She just pretended to check her house and land deeds, her household registration booklet, and her banknotes before processing the transfer.
She had filled out the registration information herself! They even issued her a certificate proving her relationship with the original owner, complete with the street office seal.
Of course, these are all written by her. How can an aunt be so easy to talk to? She just wanted to take advantage of the 50 yuan she gave her, pretending to be a distant relative who came to accept the property. If she, a child of a martyr, didn't live here, she would have nowhere to live.
The house purchase procedures were completed so quickly, and the household registration transfer was even faster. She had a non-agricultural household registration in the same district and was originally from the capital. Of course, it was very fast, otherwise the household registration would be so tightly locked that there would be no need to think about anything.
With the street certificate and the property and land deeds, the two houses were transferred quickly. The auntie would not tell anyone that she had taken the money, nor would she shout about her illiteracy.
The old residents on this street have either moved to other places for renovation, fled south, or moved away early because they knew the time was right. The current residents have all moved in over the past few years. The original owner, Mr. Xie and his family, didn't live here at the time.
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