Because the eldest uncle knew perfectly well that compared to the calligraphy, paintings, and antiques in Shu Ying's family, his own collection was far less valuable.
There's only so much stuff he can take away at once, so he'll definitely prioritize taking things from her house.
As for his own belongings, he would definitely find a place to hide them all, thinking about when he would take them back after returning from the port city.
Anyway, the house isn't going anywhere. As long as it's hidden well enough, no one will find it.
A sufficiently secluded place—
Shu Ying immediately thought of the basement.
They live on the same street, but her family has a basement. How could his family not have one?
However, my uncle has always been cunning. As the saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows, so his basement must be well hidden.
Shu Ying walked around the house, following her uncle's usual approach, and looked for the most likely places, touching and tapping here and there.
As expected, Shu Ying found a movable brick in the corner of the storage room.
Shu Ying pressed the brick down with all her might. On the other side of the diagonal, a section of the slightly dilapidated wooden floor slowly sank in, and a staircase extending downwards from the hole came into view.
Shu Ying chuckled softly.
She hadn't pried the wooden floor in the storage room because it was too worn out, but she never expected it to be the entrance mechanism to the basement.
That old man is quite good at covering his tracks.
Without hesitation, Shu Ying went straight into the basement.
Sure enough, all the porcelain, ornaments, calligraphy and paintings were displayed in the basement.
My uncle must have been in such a hurry that he didn't even have time to pack them in a box. He just left them on the ground and hastily covered them with a cloth.
Shu Ying gave a light scoff.
With the way he stores them, the porcelain is fine, but these wood carvings and paintings will be directly corroded by moisture, moldy, and rot into mud when he comes back.
No wonder this person is so clueless; hiding this thing is pointless.
No wonder so many famous paintings and treasures have been lost throughout history; it's likely that a large portion of them were lost due to the actions of these idiots who mishandled their collections.
My uncle used to collect things like other people, but nine out of ten items he bought were fakes or defective. Some of his items had to be thrown into the trash as soon as he bought them.
With this much, you still dream of getting rich overnight? That's just wishful thinking.
These treasures are so lucky to have met her.
She took pity on them today and saved them all to the space warehouse!
Shu Ying rubbed her hands together, stepped forward to count the items, and stored them in the warehouse.
Back on the ground, Shu Ying looked at the house, which had been completely ransacked, leaving only a concrete skeleton, and smiled with satisfaction.
What a thoroughly satisfying sweep!
She was so engrossed in collecting them that she didn't even know how many she had received.
The thought had barely formed when, as if sensing something, another line of text appeared before my eyes.
A total of 782 items were brought into the warehouse this time.
Shu Ying was surprised for a moment, but her hands didn't stop; she continued to collect as she walked.
Most people like to keep their best things in their study, so she made the study her primary target.
They searched back and forth several times, almost like they were doing a thorough excavation, for fear of leaving any property for those bastards, Shu Xuecheng and Shu Jie.
Unexpectedly, she found something unexpected in a locked drawer of her desk.
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