The thugs were extremely vicious; when they swung their knives, they showed absolutely no mercy.
After stabbing the old man in the abdomen, the assailant twisted the handle of the knife in a fit of rage.
When Su Dazhi checked, the old man's intestines had already spilled out, and there was red liquid all over the ground; it was clear he was going to die.
The old man grabbed Su Dazhi and weakly said that his name was Li Gengsheng, that his family had suffered a misfortune, and that he had no relatives left except for his grandson named Huzi.
Therefore, he had no choice but to entrust his five-year-old son, Hu Zi, to this seemingly respectable stranger and ask him to take the child to his old friend's house.
He wrote a farewell letter, entrusting his son, his small courtyard in Haicheng, and his job to his old friend.
When Su Dazhi saw the name of his old friend in the letter, his eyes widened.
Because—that person is also called Su Dazhi.
Su Dazhi's mind started to wander.
courtyard……
Work……
He has the same name and surname, so how could he feel at ease without impersonating someone else?
After much deliberation, he made up his mind.
First, they starved Hu Zi for three days, then they threatened him until he was terrified, before taking him to the police station, the neighborhood office, and the factory to complete all the formalities.
He became the old man's old friend, Su Dazhi.
Although he was only in his twenties at the time, because there was a handwritten letter as proof and Hu Zi nodded repeatedly with tears in his eyes, all the procedures were completed smoothly.
He got the old man's house and his job.
However, the house did not have a property deed, and the neighborhood committee only issued him a certificate for temporary lodging.
The old man is a level 10 skilled worker, but he started as an apprentice.
But Su Dazhi was already very satisfied.
His parents and siblings in the countryside were naturally unconvinced by Su Dazhi's claim that he had suddenly been recruited to work in the city.
After being asked for money several times, he agreed to give 10 yuan to his family every month.
Later, as his salary rose, the 10 yuan increased to 11, 12, 13... until it became 15 yuan. After several rounds of negotiation, it was finally fixed.
People back home don't even know that he's now earning over 100 yuan a month.
However, after recovering, the five-year-old Tiger started to go against his own wishes and even went to the neighbor's house to cry and accuse him of being a liar.
So, Tiger was "accidentally" lost after less than a year of following Su Dazhi.
In his previous life, twenty-five years later, Tiger returned.
It turned out that Su Dazhi had received a sum of money and sold him to a small village deep in the mountains on the outskirts of Haicheng.
The family that bought him raised him safely and peacefully.
Su Dazhi hadn't expected that his five-year-old child would already have memories.
Looking at Hu Zi, the middle-aged man staring at him with hatred, and listening to him clearly recount the whole story, and even threatening to report it to the police, Su Dazhi's face turned extremely ugly.
The most crucial point is that Su Dazhi doesn't have the property deed for the house.
The property deed is in the hands of that old friend. To take it back, a pre-arranged agreement is required.
Back then, Li Gengsheng, who was fleeing from the war, had a premonition that he would be killed sooner or later, so he left the house deed with his old friend early on.
Tiger has already obtained the house deed.
During the argument, he uttered the promise he had made, his voice breaking with anguish.
But 25 years have passed, and everything has changed.
Su Dazhi already had the property certificate in his hands.
Because Su Yin was already a person brimming with energy at that time.
After learning about this, Su Yin had someone give Hu Zi a severe beating and contacted the village chief of the family that bought him, giving them a stern warning that they were never allowed to appear in Haicheng again.
The matter was thus left unresolved.
At this moment, Su Ruyi was ushered into the inner room by the middle-aged woman.
The elderly Su Dazhi lay paralyzed in bed, but there was no unpleasant smell in the room, and he was in good spirits.
Looking at Su Ruyi and listening to her words, he couldn't help but burst into tears: "This is fate, child, you also have the surname Su, this is fate!"
Su Ruyi thought it was more of a tragic fate.
However, she held back and said to the old man, "It's a pity that my parents are no longer here. I've always wanted to visit you, but I haven't been able to come back. This time, I finally managed to get some time off."
She fabricated a lie to the old man, claiming that she had been sent to the countryside because she was implicated by her family.
"Then the consequences you suffered were relatively minor. Your kind of family... sigh..."
The old man accepted everything and nodded, asking, "Child, did your parents tell you that sentence?"
Su Ruyi nodded and looked directly into the old man's eyes: "Baidi City."
Baidi City tells the story of entrusting one's son to another.
Upon hearing this, large tears rolled down the old man's cheeks.
His trembling hand reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper wrapped in a red plastic bag.
The daughter-in-law said from the side, "My father has never parted with this property deed all these years, except when he takes a bath."
The old man nodded and said, "I secretly went to your old house a few times and inquired about it. I was told that it was being used by a family."
Su Ruyi nodded and took the property deed, which was still warm from her body: "I will handle it. I came back this time specifically to deal with this matter. I will sell the house."
As she spoke, she took out a 1,000 yuan deposit slip from her bosom and handed it to the old man: "Grandpa Su, this is what my father asked me to give you."
The old man didn't take the deposit slip, but anxiously said, "Don't sell it yet!"
Su Ruyi asked, puzzled, "Why?"
The old man said in a low voice, “Your family’s cellar has a second floor, and there are more than a dozen jars of things passed down from our ancestors! You have to dig those things up before you sell the house—those are all things left by our ancestors, we can’t let others benefit from them.”
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