My parents, my uncle's family, and my grandfather live on the second floor.
Ruan Xianxian, who had bought a bottle of sedative spray, sprayed it into the room through the crack in the door. After waiting for five minutes, when the original voices disappeared, she gently pushed open the door.
The parents slept on the bed like dead pigs.
She watched for a while, and those painful memories came flooding back. These parents gave their care and love to their niece, but left her with insults and beatings.
In her previous life, she was disliked by her grandfather and became an abandoned child in the family. She took over her cousin's unwanted fiancé, but after marriage, her husband never gave her a second glance.
Instead, she was insulted and ridiculed by her own mother, who said that she didn't even have the skills of a prostitute in a brothel to manipulate men, and that she deserved to be a widow.
Her father was even more disgusted by her shame. When she came home, he would either slap her or beat her with a stick, scolding her for being shameless for stealing her cousin's fiancé and saying she deserved to be beaten to death.
—But... it was clearly the man my cousin didn't want, and my grandfather forced her to marry. What did I do to deserve this?
Open the wardrobe's hidden compartment and find two thousand yuan in cash tied with rubber bands, a box of jewelry belonging to her mother, and five small yellow croakers.
Before leaving, she thought for a moment, wiped away her own fingerprints and pressed her father's on the paper, then stuffed the cookie box where the old man had hidden his money into a crack in the wardrobe.
I went to my uncle's room again and, as usual, searched it. I found a savings book with four thousand yuan in it and my aunt's makeup box.
To my surprise, I found a small handful of colorful gems in a hidden compartment at the bottom.
Her gaze swept over the entire room. She knew her uncle and his wife; there shouldn't be only these things. The system proactively spoke up: [Host, remove those four bedposts and take a look.]
Ruan Xianxian did as she was told, dragging her sleeping uncle and aunt outside. As for her aunt, who was dressed in revealing clothes with half of her breasts sticking out... she almost went up and kicked her.
Making money was the priority, so she went back to her room and began to carefully dismantle the bedposts. She made a considerable haul, finding a total of 32 gold bars.
With a gleeful smile, Ruan Xianxian pushed open her cousin's bedroom door. Her cousin, whose shoulder was wrapped in gauze, was sleeping very restlessly. Ruan Xianxian raised the spray bottle and sprayed it in her face.
Until a suspicious liquid dripped from Ruan Baozhu's lips, Ruan Xianxian stepped back. Ugh! Disgusting!
He turned around and began ransacking the house.
Three hundred yuan in cash, two small jade horses in a brocade box, a pair of jade bracelets of excellent quality, and a set of gold filigree headdress.
This includes full-length hairpins, heart-shaped hairpins, flower-shaped hairpins, top hairpins, and earrings.
Ruan Xianxian stared blankly for a while, gaining a deeper understanding of the phrase "different fates for the same people".
Having gained many insights, she waved her hand and stored everything into her spatial storage.
Finally, we arrived at the kitchen, where we took all the rice, flour, cooking oil, and the big fish and meat dishes we'd be making for Old Man Bi's birthday celebration tomorrow.
Satisfied, she was about to go back to her room to open the biggest blind box that belonged to her grandfather when she thought about it again and felt it wasn't appropriate...
Back on the second floor, he pulled out a brick that he had used to prop up the table legs, and smacked his father's hand like he was wiping a cabbage. Instantly, a bloody abrasion appeared.
As Ruan Xianxian sat on her wooden bed, a wooden box the size of a child's embrace appeared in her mind.
Murder and arson bring wealth and honor; the things that Old Man Deng hid are the best treasures in this family.
When the wooden crate was opened and a flashlight shone on it, stacks of neatly categorized receipts, bound together with rubber bands, came into view.
Grain coupons, cloth coupons, tobacco and alcohol coupons, meat coupons, coal coupons, and industrial coupons were issued. Among them were coupons for large items such as bicycles, sewing machines, and watches. The most valuable item was a stack of foreign exchange certificates.
Ruan Xianxian pointed out the tickets that were about to expire and put them outside, intending to use them tomorrow; she put the rest back into her space.
Open another box of black stones; brand new black stones, worth at least 20,000, are neatly stacked in the box.
Ruan Xianxian's breath hitched, and she stared wide-eyed at the three rusty bronze swords in the largest box.
If it were still her from her past life, she might have been thrown away as junk.
Having witnessed so-and-so's expertise in appraising antiques, she found these three bronze swords and half a box of various ancient coins to be far more appealing than her own father's!
I'll carefully put it in my space and enjoy it slowly when I go to the countryside!
The grand finale consisted of a box of gold ingots and a box of silver ingots.
Something's not right! Ruan Xianxian, having put away all her belongings, lay on the wooden bed deep in thought. There were no large or small yellow croakers among Grandpa's treasures, which was very strange!
The Ruan family had ancestors who served as officials, but by the time of the great-grandfather, the family fortunes had declined, and they began to go into business, becoming well-known capitalists in the area.
Later, her grandfather, who was in the army, unconditionally donated his family property to the organization. She didn't believe that the old man hadn't left behind a single small piece of goldfish... Where did he hide it?!
The next day, Ruan Xianxian was awakened by a commotion and the sound of crying as if her parents had died.
She sleepily raised her hand to rub her eyes, and halfway up, she was surprised to find that the back and abdomen that her father had kicked yesterday no longer hurt!
She lifted her clothes with her small hand, and the large bruise on her side waist disappeared.
Thinking of the spiritual spring she had drunk from last night, Ruan Xianxian was preparing to go out to implement her money-making plan and strive to achieve spiritual spring freedom as soon as possible when the broken wooden door was kicked open with a bang.
Aunt Yin Chunjiao burst in, her hair disheveled, her lips blue from the cold, her belly full of resentment and wanting to vent it all on this neglected niece.
She rushed forward, raising her hand to slap him, "You little bitch! Did you steal things from home because you were jealous of your cousin taking her place in the countryside?"
Her mother followed behind with light steps, her beautiful eyebrows raised, leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed, looking like an "outsider."
There was a sense of balance and pleasure in it, as if to say, "Not only did I lose money, but my younger siblings must have lost even more than I did."
"I told you, girls are useless, I don't know who they got their dirty hands from!"
Ruan Xianxian grabbed the hand that was slapping her face, turned over and slapped her aunt hard.
Snap!
The scene was completely silent.
Yin Chunjiao covered her face in disbelief, a clear handprint visible on her cheek. Ruan Xianxian, whose guess was quite accurate, chuckled and asked:
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