"Thank you?" Zhang Moyan looked bewildered. Xiao Xingyu took over for her, "Grandma, from what you said, there's a story here. Would you mind telling us? You know how pitiful Moyan is. She was separated from her mother when she was very young. She has no memories and knows very little about her mother. If you know anything, please be considerate of a child's longing for her mother and tell her a little."
Xiao Xingyu's handsome face was full of vivid sighs and regrets, and he acted pitifully in a realistic way.
Maybe he was being so clever just to trick her, but Zhang Moyan's heart still twitched and felt a little painful.
There was also a hint of sympathy in Old Lady Yuan's eyes. She said generously, "You have passed my test, so of course I can tell you now."
Xiao Xingyu and Zhang Moyan looked at each other, and without any expression, they expressed their joy in a tacit understanding.
"I'd like to hear the details." Xiao Xingyu said.
Yuan Hongying slowly gazed out the window, as if lost in a memory. She slowly spoke, "That was twenty-six years ago. That year, the financial crisis had just passed, and we had serious funding problems. Fortunately, after several rounds of competition with competitors, we won a very good construction project. At the time, it was our only chance to turn things around. We took out all our savings and borrowed money from the bank, and put it all on this project... But not long after construction started, several pieces of broken porcelain were unearthed at the site. Then the more they dug, the more they unearthed, and they finally unearthed a pit of abandoned porcelain! We had to report it to the government, and then the government brought in many experts, from the provincial and county levels, and they finally concluded that this place was very likely a Northern Song Dynasty celadon kiln!"
Xiao Xingyu sighed, "Oh, this place needs to be protected and can't be developed. The project can't go on."
Yuan Hongying nodded heavily, as if she could still feel the anxiety and helplessness she felt back then.
Zhang Moyan: "But now there is no rumor of a Northern Song Dynasty celadon official kiln site here. Was it later overturned?"
"Yes, this is all thanks to your mother!" Yuan Hongying looked at Zhang Moyan, as if searching for Chen Yun in her. "When the experts said it might be the remains of the Northern Song Dynasty official kiln, our machines and workers all stopped. Every day of stoppage means a day's pay. No one knows how long the experts will study. Even if they finally prove that it is not an official kiln, we are probably going to be stuck in it. Think about it, if your mother hadn't come back then, we might not have the prosperous Wang family we have now."
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