Li Jinhua excitedly patted him on the shoulder.
"You rascal, you're finally somewhat useful!"
But then he frowned.
"But what if your father finds out?"
"So what if we found it?"
Su Mingqiang disagreed.
“I am his biological son, his eldest son. Do you even know what it means to be the eldest son? Would he send me to the police station? At most, he would just beat me up.”
Li Jinhua thought for a moment, then suddenly said in a sinister tone.
"If you're really caught, just deny it. You weren't home anyway, so just say it was your second or third son who stole it?"
Su Mingqiang was taken aback for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.
"Wife, brilliant! Absolutely brilliant!"
The two exchanged a smile, as if they could already see piles of money flying before their eyes.
I spent most of the night trying to fix it.
Li Jinhua fell asleep contentedly, a smile still lingering on her lips.
Su Mingqiang, however, kept his eyes open, thinking about his grand plan.
The roar of the truck engine echoed in his mind.
With a truck, he can drive long distances, make big money, and never have to be at the mercy of others again.
As for that broken bottle, it'll be his sooner or later anyway, so what difference does it make whether he takes it sooner or later?
Thinking of this, Su Mingqiang turned over and fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he was driving a brand-new truck, and Li Jinhua was sitting in the passenger seat, laughing heartily.
the next day.
The morning sunlight streamed through the window and fell on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed). Su Jianguo opened his eyes and stared blankly at the spider spinning its web on the roof beam for a while.
The hard, dry mat beneath him, the smell of coal smoke wafting to his nose, and the crowing of a rooster outside the window all reminded him that this was not a dream.
He suddenly sat up, threw off the covers, and got off the bed.
The coldness of my feet hitting the icy cement floor sent a chill straight to the top of my head—what a real sensation!
When he was over seventy years old and paralyzed in bed, he longed to feel that bone-chilling cold again.
"Honey, you're awake?"
Wang Xiulan brought in an enamel basin, steaming hot.
"Wash your face, dinner will be ready soon. I steamed egg custard today."
Su Jianguo took the towel and grinned foolishly for a while.
Only then did he carry the basin out of the room.
The courtyard has become lively.
In the front yard, Aunt Zhang was yelling at the child, while in the back yard, Uncle Li was humming a model opera while fetching water.
Su Jianguo carried his toothbrush cup to the public water tap, and the neighbors' laughter and chatter abruptly stopped.
"Old Su, what happened at your house yesterday?"
Aunt Zhang came closer, her eyes shining brightly.
Su Jianguo gargled, splashing water onto Aunt Zhang's cloth shoes.
"I'm busy with family matters, let's talk another day."
After saying that, he turned and left, leaving Aunt Zhang stamping her feet in the spot.
The aroma of millet porridge wafted from the dining table.
A golden steamed egg custard sits precariously in the center, surrounded by glistening pickled cucumber strips.
The children sat properly, and even the most mischievous Su Yuzhen didn't dare to pick up her chopsticks first.
"Father, please sit down."
The third brother, Su Mingfu, eagerly pulled out a chair.
The child's eyes were red, clearly indicating he hadn't slept well all night, probably because he was thinking about repeating a grade.
Su Jianguo glanced around.
"Where's the second child?"
"He went out early this morning."
Wang Xiulan ladled out the porridge and explained in a low voice.
"He said there was an urgent matter at work."
"fart!"
Su Jianguo slammed his chopsticks on the table.
"The neighborhood office doesn't start work until eight o'clock, and it's not even seven yet. What urgent matter could he possibly have?" He's probably off trying to curry favor with that bureau chief's daughter.
Su Yufen spoke timidly.
"Dad, I'm going to the textile factory today to ask about temporary workers."
"What are you asking!"
Su Jianguo ladled a piece of steamed egg into his daughter's bowl.
"Stay home and help your mother with the chores. Don't even think about going back until that drunkard comes to apologize!"
In his past life, his eldest daughter was abused by her family, and he didn't care at all. In this life, he's determined to protect her no matter what.
After the meal, Su Jianguo went straight to the chest of drawers.
This old object was made when he got married; the paint has all peeled off.
There was a brass lock hanging in the bottom drawer, and only he and Wang Xiulan had the key.
"Honey, what are you looking for?"
Wang Xiulan came in, wiping her hands.
Su Jianguo didn't answer, but unlocked the door and took out a blue cloth bundle.
Unwrapping the layers of packaging reveals a blue-and-white porcelain vase with a lotus scroll design.
The body is pure white, the glaze is lustrous, and the mark "Made in the Qianlong Reign of the Great Qing Dynasty" can be faintly seen between the lotus patterns.
"Why did you take it out? Aren't you most afraid of people seeing it?"
Wang Xiulan muttered to herself.
"If we don't take it out now, it'll probably be gone by then."
Su Jianguo sneered.
"This is the most valuable item in our house."
In his previous life, the bottle was stolen and sold for three thousand yuan by the second brother. Later, Su Jianguo inquired and found out that after this period of time, the bottle was put up for auction and sold for a high price of three million yuan.
He repackaged the bottle, gave Wang Xiulan a few instructions, and then left the compound.
The People's Bank is just two alleys away.
Behind the glass counter, a saleswoman with a long braid was using an abacus.
"Comrade, I'd like to process your safe deposit box transaction."
Su Jianguo took out his work ID.
The sales clerk looked up and sized up the old man in his work clothes.
"The smallest size costs 50 cents per month."
"The sturdiest one."
Su Jianguo took out five yuan.
"Rent for one year first."
After completing the formalities, he followed the security personnel into the basement.
The moment the iron gate opened, a blast of cold air hit us.
The entire wall was made of small iron doors, resembling the lockers in a morgue.
"Number 17, Class C."
The security guard took out his key.
"Store and retrieve your own items; we are not responsible for any losses."
Su Jianguo stuffed the bundle into the iron cabinet and locked it with a click.
Now I feel at ease. Even if those wolf cubs tear the house down, they won't be able to touch this family heirloom.
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