Zhang San quickly expressed his attitude: "Baozhu, for you, anything I do is worth it."
Jiang Baozhu lowered her head shyly, and Zhang San's eyes were full of doting. The atmosphere was almost tense.
Jiang Yan doesn’t care about these things, she wants to make money.
Jiang Zhengguo has no money, but he has been dressed well in recent years, so it is suspicious where all the money comes from.
She remembered the money left by the capitalist family to the original owner's mother in the book.
It seems that this scumbag father has taken it away from me.
She hurriedly arrested the man and then turned the tables on him.
Jiang Yan found a deserted place, entered the space and disguised himself. When he came out, his face became ordinary and he was wearing blue work clothes.
Walking on the street, there are several like this.
Should I say she was lucky? Before she even entered the building, she saw Jiang Zhengguo limping out.
Jiang Yan followed in the direction he was going. The further he walked, the more familiar it felt. According to the original owner's memory, it seemed to be the ancestral home of his maternal family.
After my maternal family moved to Hong Kong, the ancestral home was reclaimed by the state and is still sealed!
My in-laws were once quite a big red capitalist and they also supplied supplies to the People's Liberation Army. This small European-style villa was not smashed and is well preserved.
She saw Jiang Zhengguo climbing over the low wall at the back of the courtyard, and fearing that she might lose him, she also climbed over the wall carefully.
Seeing that the weeds in the yard were half a meter high, she walked along the footprints left by Jiang Zhengguo.
Jiang Zhengguo looked around, obviously feeling guilty. Jiang Yan watched him secretly as he walked into the main door on the right.
Jiang Yan watched through the shabby window as he pushed open the dusty table and knocked on it several times.
If you don't know this, you might think it's a spy meeting! It feels like that!
The next second, the secret compartment against the wall opened.
Jiang Zhengguo pulled out a box with shaking hands, hurriedly counted out two thousand yuan of Datuanjie, stuffed it into the bag he brought, and then put everything back to normal.
Jiang Yan found it ironic that with so much money, they never thought of buying a job for their family, but instead wanted to force her to go to the countryside!
This old guy is really selfish.
Her eyes turned cold, and she used the materials available, picked up half a brick on the ground, and walked slowly to the door.
Jiang Zhengguo just came out! Jiang Yan hit him with a brick, and he felt a pain in the back of his neck, and then he fell to the ground unconscious.
Jiang Yan threw away the brick in his hand, clapped his hands, and kicked him twice: "You are unworthy of eating the loss of a family!"
She bent down, pulled off his shoulder bag, and put all the dozen bundles of unity inside into the space.
She walked into the room, which was covered with cobwebs and dust, and looked at the dressing table, the coffee table, the jewelry box, and the large gold-threaded step-bed.
Wow, this must be the original owner’s mother’s boudoir before she got married!
If you encounter this, you can't let others get away with it!
She put the gold-threaded step-out bed into the space, as well as the antique gold-threaded nanmu jewelry box, yellow pear wood coffee table, Qing Dynasty display table, and ebony dressing table.
Based on Jiang Zhengguo's previous operation, he knocked a few times, and hey, the secret compartment opened.
The design is so exquisite, no wonder it can hide such good things.
Jiang Yan took out a flashlight from the space and looked inside. There were about ten cabinets made of logs.
In the original book, all of these were probably used by Jiang Baozhu to make her fortune, but now, they are all hers!
Those who eat the dead's food don't deserve it!
She lifted the boxes effortlessly and opened them one by one, almost blinding her titanium dog eyes.
Wow! I'm rich.
There were four boxes of gold bricks, two boxes of silver dollars, one box of big black dollars, one box of big unity, and two boxes of clothes. They were of good quality and had dense stitching, and it was obvious that the people who made them had put a lot of effort into them.
Jiang Yan put the boxes into the space and looked at the last one which was obviously thicker than the others.
She knocked on it and found that the inner layer was empty, maybe it was filled with something!
There was nothing wrong with her except curiosity. She took out a knife and cut it, and found that it was really double-layered.
Jiang Yan was very careful, fearing that the hidden things might be scratched.
Looking at the golden leaves and golden melon seeds that fell out, her eyes lit up. She was indeed a big capitalist! She was so confident!
At the bottom was a well-preserved envelope with yellowed paper. Jiang Yan carefully opened it and read the contents of the letter.
"My dear, when you see this letter, I may no longer be here. I regret not growing up with you. I made clothes for you to wear until you are 18 years old. Just think of me as still being with you. It's all my fault that I trusted your father, that scumbag, and caused you so much suffering... I hope my daughter grows up safely."
Every word in the letter tells of a mother's deep love for her child.
Jiang Yan felt a stuffy pain in her chest and a sour nose. She was sure that these were the emotions of the original owner.
She covered her chest and said, "I have already avenged you, go with peace of mind!"
As these words fell, the pain in my heart disappeared.
She sighed and put all of them into the space, sweeping away the huge villa, not even leaving out the tattered curtains and floor tiles.
Looking at Jiang Zhengguo lying on the ground, she showed a devilish smile in her eyes and took out a razor.
He shaved his scumbag father's hair into a yin-yang style without any psychological burden. Needless to say, what this meant in the 1970s.
She carried him out with one hand and waited for the patrol with red armbands to come over.
This scumbag father wanted to kill the original owner. She couldn't be too passive and had to beat him to death first.
Thinking about the explicit and passionate cheating letters in the space, she took them all out and scattered them around him.
Seeing the patrolman approaching, she shouted, "Someone broke my shoes!"
After saying that, she flashed into the space.
"What? Someone broke my shoes!"
When those people heard this, they were all excited. Now that the results were coming, they all rushed over like crazy.
The man with the red armband picked up the letter on the ground and dragged Jiang Zhengguo, who was lying on his back, away.
Jiang Yan felt that there was no one outside, so he came out of the space. Slutting shoes was enough for him to get a peanut.
Scum, go down and atone your sins!
She didn't even mention changing her clothes, she just went to the scrap collection station in a big way, intending to pick up some usable scraps from the countryside.
In period novels, many heroines come here to pick up bargains and make a fortune.
It would be unreasonable for her not to come and punch in!
The gatekeeper was an old man with gray hair and wearing glasses, reading a newspaper.
This is a classic fixed pattern, she is familiar with it!
She walked over quickly and said softly, "Uncle, I want to buy some old books and newspapers for burning."
Hearing the voice, he said without even looking up, "They're all in there. Some of them are new and haven't been sorted yet. Find what you want yourself! Come and weigh them when you've found them!"
Jiang Yan responded: "Okay, sir."
She stepped in and saw a pile of scrap metal, some of which were smashed, some were torn into pieces, and some were burnt black.
If this is a good thing, I wonder how many small goals it will have in future generations!
Jiang Yan had a clear goal in mind as she picked up discarded books and old newspapers.
You know what, she really found something good.
Jiang Yan dusted off the Chinese medicine book, opened it and saw that it recorded many lost acupuncture methods.
Now that we are destroying the four olds, everyone is afraid of being contaminated and labeled a bad element.
This book was left here and no one dared to pick it up.
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