"Let's quickly check the next one, we still have a Tai Chi appointment!"
The second and youngest uncles arrogantly tossed the scraps of paper in their hands and instructed the teller to continue checking them.
The teller nodded, lifted the white cloth, and began quickly checking and displaying the stored items: "One plow, two hoes, three carrying poles..."
Then she lifted the next piece of white cloth, revealing "eight broken porcelain bowls, two broken water jars, and a wooden bucket with a hole in it..."
When the second and youngest uncles saw these things that were both distant and familiar, the whole world seemed to spin rapidly.
Their beloved young son and grandsons were all dumbfounded, rubbing their eyes in disbelief that the "treasure" they saw was so simple and unadorned.
The grandson who had pushed Er Ya earlier was completely bewildered. With a scrunched-up little face, he asked the question that pierced their hearts: "Grandpa, are these junks the treasures left behind by the Ling family ancestors that you mentioned?"
The second and youngest uncles finally realized that these things in front of them were not ancestral treasures at all.
It was just the stuff they left behind in their mud-brick house in the countryside when they moved to the city.
I never expected that their older brother would let them store these cheap things in this treasure vault that costs only 200 yuan a year!
They were all furious, only then realizing that they had been tricked by Ling Huanwu.
But now, where is Ling Huanwu in the Treasure Pavilion?
Upon realizing their eldest brother's purpose in storing these junk items, the second and youngest uncles' faces changed drastically. They trembled as they leaned on their canes, nearly collapsing, and shouted anxiously, "Quick...quick, back to the ancestral home!"
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