Grandma Qin's hand trembled, and the needle accidentally pricked her finger.
She hissed, quickly put her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them, then looked at Xing Zhaozhao with a bewildered expression and asked, "What do you mean? She's pregnant, and the child isn't Chen Dachuan's, so whose is it?"
Xing Zhaozhao and Fu Lan exchanged a glance, gave a stiff smile, and said nothing.
Grandma Qin could easily see what they meant. She couldn't help but cover her chest with her hand, looking incredulous: "How could she do that? Isn't she afraid of being paraded through the streets if people find out?"
“Actually, it’s not necessarily true.” Fu Lan thought of the corners of her house that she often overheard. “It could also be Chen Dachuan’s.”
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." She felt that was not the case. In her previous life, Zhang Wenming had never been involved, and Lin Wan had always only had two daughters.
Grandma Qin waved her hand and said, "Forget it, forget it. Whether it is or not, it's someone else's business. What does it have to do with me? Why should I worry about them?"
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and said, "Since she's capable of doing this, we really don't need to worry about her. I'm just curious, do you think she knows whose child she's carrying?"
Grandma Qin paused for a moment: "You...shouldn't be unaware...?"
"It's...hard to say," Fu Lan said after thinking for a moment.
In the past, she wouldn't have cared about these things; they had nothing to do with her. But now…
Thinking that Lin Wanming knew she already had a boyfriend and was deliberately instigating her grandmother, Fu Lan pursed her lips, and a dark glint quickly flashed in her eyes.
Regardless of who the father of Lin Wan's child is, even if it is Chen Dachuan's, if Chen Dachuan finds out that Lin Wan is having an affair with another man...
Fu Lan was deeply moved.
Seeing Fu Lan's eyes flicker and her expression shift unpredictably, Xing Zhaozhao couldn't help but call out, "Fu Lan?"
Fu Lan shuddered, snapping back to reality. Looking up to meet Xing Zhaozhao's concerned gaze, she suddenly felt a chill run through her, and her face turned deathly pale. What had she been thinking? She had almost become just like Lin Wan, whom she despised.
Fu Lan's eyes reddened as she looked at Xing Zhaozhao: "Sister Xing..."
"What's wrong?" Xing Zhaozhao asked worriedly.
Fu Lan opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Hong Yu suddenly rushed out of Xiao Qinshi's room, ran to Xing Zhaozhao, and showed her what he was holding: "Mom, look, this is the money that Brother Xiaoshi gave me."
"Why did Brother Xiao give you money?" Xing Zhaozhao asked, puzzled. She peeked over and couldn't help but laugh when she saw that it was all copper coins.
"Mommy, with so much money, can we buy a lot of things?" Hongyu's little hands were stuffed full, almost too full to hold, and he looked at Xing Zhaozhao expectantly, his eyes shining brightly. "If it's not enough, my brother has another bag."
Xing Zhaozhao chuckled and patted his little head regretfully: "This is old money, it can't be used now, you can't buy anything with it."
"Huh?" Hongyu looked regretful and turned to look at Xiao Qinshi and Hongfei, who came out of the house a little later. "Brother Xiaoshi, you liar! Mom said that this money can't be used anymore."
Xiao Qin Shi said calmly, "Those copper coins weren't originally meant for you."
Hongyu: "!!"
Hongyu felt that her young heart had been severely hurt.
His seemingly lifeless expression made Fu Lan, who had been feeling depressed, smile.
Grandma Qin smiled and gave her grandson a reproachful look: "Little Feather is still so young, why are you teasing him?"
Xiao Qin smiled and walked up to them, placing a strange-looking object he was holding on the table.
"What is this?" Xing Zhaozhao asked curiously as she leaned closer.
It looks like a cup, but it's much bigger than a cup. It's covered in green rust, with three legs supporting it at the bottom, and two small umbrellas standing upright on the rim.
“This is a bronze jia,” the old headmaster said as he walked over.
"Bronze... Jia?" Xing Zhaozhao looked blank, not understanding. "What is that?"
"This is a wine vessel used by our ancestors to warm wine during the Shang Dynasty," the old principal said.
"The Shang Dynasty?" Xing Zhaozhao's expression turned serious. "That was a long time ago, wasn't it?"
The old principal nodded: "More than 3,000 years ago."
Xing Zhaozhao gasped, her eyes lighting up as she looked at the large bronze cup in front of her. This was a treasure!
"You're amazing! How did you manage to get her?" Xing Zhaozhao looked at Xiao Qin in surprise.
Xiao Qin smiled bitterly: "I collect scrap metal, and I pay by weight based on the price of scrap copper."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." I've hit the jackpot.
The old headmaster touched the bronze vessel with a heavy heart: "It's a good thing that it was saved. It would be such a waste to melt it down as scrap metal."
"Try to find it a good place," the old principal said, looking at Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded earnestly: "Don't worry, Principal."
After saying that, she asked Old Madam Qin for a piece of cloth, carefully wrapped the bronze wine vessel, and put it in her basket.
Xing Zhaozhao suddenly noticed that Hongfei was also carrying a cloth bag, and asked, "What's that?"
Hongfei placed the cloth bag on the table: "It's all copper coins."
Xing Zhaozhao looked and, sure enough, exclaimed, "Why are there so many copper coins?"
“We brought them back together with the bronze jia. They’re useless now, so we sold them as scrap copper,” Xiao Qinshi said. “However, compared to the bronze jia, these are indeed worthless. They’re from the late Qing Dynasty, so we can keep them for now and wait for them to appreciate in value in a hundred or two hundred years.”
“One hundred and eighty…” Xing Zhaozhao’s lips twitched. Fine, it doesn’t take up much space anyway, I’ll just keep it for now.
She also took the two handfuls that Hongyu was holding, but unexpectedly discovered something strange inside.
She rummaged through it and picked out two copper pieces that were clearly not coins. The two pieces had very distinctive shapes; one looked like a knife and the other like a shovel. Unfortunately, no matter how unique they were, they were still just copper pieces.
"We still missed two copper pieces." Xing Zhaozhao gestured to Xiao Qinshi and was about to toss them aside.
Xiao Qin's eyes twitched, and he grabbed her hand: "These two are the most valuable in this bag of copper coins."
Xing Zhaozhao: "!!"
"These are knife-shaped coins and cloth-shaped coins; they are both currencies from the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods," the old principal explained to Xing Zhaozhao.
Xing Zhaozhao: "..."
Xing Zhaozhao couldn't help but cover her face. Being uneducated is terrible; she almost missed out on her precious child.
She decided that next time she went to see Gao Mingcheng, she would ask him to find her some relevant books to help her catch up on her studies.
Xing Zhaozhao quickly put away the two treasures along with the bronze wine cup, and casually tossed the bag of copper coins into the box as well.
Fu Lan sat for a while longer, then, fearing her grandmother might come looking for her, she got up to say goodbye.
Xing Zhaozhao saw her out.
"Sister Xing..." Fu Lan told Xing Zhaozhao about her recent idea of taking this opportunity to teach Lin Wan a lesson, gave a bitter smile, and asked, "Have I become bad? Do you think Qingshan will still like me if he finds out?"
Xing Zhaozhao patted her arm with a smile: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's only natural to want to get back at someone who has been bullied. We don't bully others, but we can't let others bully us either. But don't be too hasty. Wait and see. With Lin Wan's temper, even if you do nothing, she'll probably be eager to give it to you."
Fu Lan looked at Xing Zhaozhao with surprise.
Xing Zhaozhao gave her a meaningful smile.
Fu Lan felt a sense of relief and nodded with a smile: "Then I'll wait a bit."
"How do you plan for me to talk to Qingshan?" Xing Zhaozhao asked.
Fu Lan pondered for a moment and said, "Tell him to wait a little longer. I will go to see him myself when the time comes."
Xing Zhaozhao understood what she meant and nodded: "Okay."
“Oh, right,” Xing Zhaozhao suddenly remembered, “when I came, Qingshan asked me to bring something over to give to you.”
Fu Lan's eyes lit up: "What?"
Xing Zhaozhao chuckled dryly and pulled a flower stem from her pocket.
Fu Lan: "??"
Fu Lan looked at Xing Zhaozhao with a puzzled expression.
"I'm sorry, there was a flower on it originally, but Little Red Water Chestnut ate it," Xing Zhaozhao apologized.
Little Hongling, nestled in her mother's arms, looked over curiously when her mother called her: "Ee-ya?"
Fu Lan paused for a moment, then chuckled, "It's alright, I know his feelings are enough." With that, she carefully put the flower stem into her pocket.
"Knock knock".
Just then, someone pounded on the door, and then Grandma Fu called out, "Open the door, I'm looking for my Xiaolan..."
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