Shu Ying was heartbroken and ashamed, unable to lift her head as she faced the tombstone of her Shu family ancestors.
She discovered it too slowly and too late, and didn't find these things in time.
She has let down these cultural relics and treasures, and she has also let down the effort her grandfather put into burying them here.
With so many treasures, what would the tomb raiders do with them?
Most likely, it's like what she'd heard before: contact buyers, sell to whoever offers the highest price, or take it directly to the ghost market to sell.
But times have changed, and there are crackdowns everywhere, so it will definitely be difficult to sell domestically.
Unless... they are sold overseas.
Shu Ying gritted her teeth, thinking that the treasures of Chinese civilization were about to fall into the hands of those greedy foreigners, and might even be sold at a low price.
—After all, things are tense right now, and these things won't sell well in China. Foreigners aren't stupid either; they'll definitely take the opportunity to drive down prices and profit from the situation.
These things certainly wouldn't stay in the hands of tomb raiders, as they would be afraid of being caught.
In such cases, they will most likely compromise and sell at a lower price, hoping to make a little profit.
Shu Ying was both angry and anxious.
If she knew where these tomb raiders were now, that would be good too; at least she could find a way to get the items back or buy them back.
But she had no clues and couldn't call the police directly. How was she supposed to find them?
It seems this thing is most likely lost forever.
Shu Ying's eyes instantly reddened, and she bowed deeply to the tombstones of her ancestors with a sense of guilt.
"It's because the younger generation is incompetent and failed to protect these treasures..."
Once she had calmed down, Shu Ying wiped her face with a handkerchief, exhaled a breath of stale air, and urged herself to cheer up again.
Now that things have come to this, there's no use in regretting it. We can only wait until we get down the mountain and try to find out some clues.
Now that we're up the mountain, let's pay our respects to our ancestors first.
Shu Ying counted the remaining paper money and incense in the space, then went around to the front of the tombstone, intending to start the worship from the hollowed-out tombstone.
Standing in front of the tombstone, she felt a deep sadness.
The once perfectly square tombstone is now missing pieces, only half a remnant remains. The ancestral coffin has also been pried open; it's truly...
etc.
The guilt abruptly stopped, and Shu Ying suddenly realized something was wrong.
Previously, there were always tomb keepers here. Their job was to guard the tombstones and immediately contact the family to repair them if any problems arose.
The gravedigger had only recently resigned and returned home, so the tombstone shouldn't be in such a dilapidated state.
Moreover, her family was not short of money before; they could afford to support a gravedigger, so how could they not have the money to repair the tombstone?
how so?
Shu Ying looked up.
A pine tree is usually planted in front of a tombstone. The two pine trees next to my grandmother's tombstone are tall and big, and you can tell at a glance that they are quite old.
The tombstone is under a tree, and this is on a mountain. Could it have been damaged by lightning during a thunderstorm?
It seems that quite a few similar incidents have occurred before.
And indeed, there was thunderstorm in the capital a few days ago.
Shu Ying sighed inwardly.
It's her fault; she hasn't come to check on it in a long time. She should have discovered and repaired it sooner.
Shu Ying walked over with a guilty conscience, took out more fruits, pastries, incense, and paper money stored in her space, intending to apologize properly and find time later to repair the tombstone.
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