That's why Uncle San insisted on opening them one by one to check them.
Looking at the dozen or so large boxes on the ground, Jiang Si felt worried for her third uncle.
She originally thought she was quite a big spender, but compared to her third uncle, she was like a tiny speck in the face of a giant.
Seeing that the two of them were so busy they didn't even have time to talk.
Jiang Si then went straight to the basement level.
It's still early, so she can't just come in and leave immediately.
So Jiang Si opened each box and took a look.
Compared to the previous items that were always made of gold or jade, these few boxes of things are actually quite low-key.
The first few boxes contained medicinal herbs, quite a variety, but the only truly valuable one was ginseng.
Judging by the size, it will be at most around thirty years.
The boxes in the middle are all decorative items, not antiques, just relatively expensive.
The last few boxes were all calligraphy and paintings.
Jiang Si learned this skill, so naturally she could tell the difference between good and bad at a glance.
In other words, these things were just there to make up the numbers.
The purpose is to be on the safe side, so that if anything unexpected happens, we can use these things to shut others up.
Of course, there were also some pleasant surprises.
At the bottom of the box, Jiang Si found a stamp album.
The old man had a hobby of collecting stamps, so most of the stamps in this collection date from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China period.
Among them are many rare and error stamps.
For Jiang Si, however, the value of the stamps was not important.
The important thing is that these things were left by my grandfather.
After looking at everything, Jiang Si put it all into her spatial storage, while she carefully stored the stamp album in the cabin.
If I count the time, it's been a week since I last entered the space.
Looking at all the things she had stored in her space, Jiang Si couldn't help but sigh.
She only has one mouth, and there's so much food, even if she slept and rolled around in it all day, she still couldn't finish eating it all.
Reselling on the black market is even more impossible.
She has neither a lack of money nor supplies, and besides, she can't bear the hardship of living in constant fear.
Fortunately, these things won't break.
We can only use it up slowly.
After sighing for a while in the space, Jiang Si came out.
Uncle San and Uncle Zhong had already packed their luggage and were busy preparing breakfast in the kitchen.
Jiang Si wanted Huo Tingzhou to sleep a little longer, so she went upstairs to wake him up after breakfast was served.
After breakfast, the group checked all the doors and windows in the house.
After confirming that there were no problems, I picked up my luggage and went to the airport.
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