In front of the largest treasure pavilion in Yuncheng.
Reporters from several newspapers were waiting at the door early in the morning.
When Ling Huanwu brought the Ling family over, she glanced at the newspaper reporter holding a huge film camera, then turned back to look at her second uncle and youngest uncle with a puzzled expression.
What do you mean by this?
“Little niece, since you’ve decided to give us your property, let’s find some reporters to witness it, so you won’t go back on your word, okay?”
The two uncles exchanged a smile, seemingly pleased with their own cleverness.
Once the newspaper photographs her handing over the property to them, she will have no reason or face to ask for it back later.
Ling Huanwu looked at the group of cousins and uncles who had followed behind her two great-uncles. The greedy and expectant looks on their faces were almost overflowing.
She slowly curled her lips into a smile. Since their whole family wanted to embarrass themselves, then let them embarrass themselves to their heart's content!
The second and youngest uncles assumed that Ling Huanwu had stored her assets in this century-old treasure vault, and they couldn't wait to find the teller inside to get the key and unlock it.
Ling's parents, fearing they would be beaten up by these ungrateful relatives, could only frantically give Ling Huanwu meaningful glances, signaling her not to hand over the property.
Both of them were almost frantic, but Ling Huanwu pretended not to see it and slowly took out the treasure card number that her grandfather had given her and handed it to the teller.
The teller led them and their group to a door.
As the key was inserted into the lock, their eyes gleamed with excitement.
The door slowly opened, and the first thing that caught the eye was a box placed on the octagonal table in the center.
The box appears to be made of high-quality Phoebe zhennan wood, and you can tell at a glance that the contents inside are quite expensive.
The entire treasure room was crammed full of things, all covered with white cloths to keep out the dust.
Looking at the height and shape of the items under the white cloth, they began to guess whether the items under the white cloth were gold or some kind of antique.
However, the rules of the Treasure Pavilion are that if you transfer your Treasure Account to someone else, you must follow the teller to check the items one by one.
Just now, before she even came in, her second uncle and youngest uncle couldn't wait to help her transfer the treasure storage account in the treasure storage pavilion.
The teller is now holding a long list and checking it against this group of people who are beaming with excitement.
A group of them surrounded the teller, eagerly awaiting the unveiling of the first treasure in the center, paying no attention to Ling Huanwu's whereabouts.
Little did she know that Ling Huanwu had already quietly slipped out, rushed out of the Treasure Pavilion, and spent a dollar to hire a young man on a bicycle to take her back to the Ling family ancestral home.
As Ling Huanwu passed over the intricately carved lintel, the ancestral home, despite the vicissitudes of time, still exuded its former grandeur and magnificence.
As she walked, she opened a spatial tunnel and, taking advantage of their absence, began ransacking the ancestral home from the very first room without hesitation.
My cousin's room was filled with antique vases, calligraphy and paintings, writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstones.
Originally, she only wanted to take what she could carry.
But just as she picked up an antique porcelain pillow from the bed, she casually waved her hand, and the entire exquisitely crafted huanghuali wood bed was stored in her space.
Ling Huanwu was overjoyed to have found such a divine hand, and in no time at all, she stored all the furniture in the room, made of various kinds of fine wood, into her space.
One room, two rooms... until the last room, she moved everything that could be moved from the ancestral home, leaving only the bare walls.
Finally, she searched all the way to the ancestral hall.
Ling Huanwu put the family genealogy book into her bosom.
Looking at the wall covered with ancestral tablets of the Ling family, she took out the tablets of her second uncle and her youngest uncle's mother, and with a wave of her hand, she put the entire wall of tablets back into her space.
These descendants of the concubines use everything their grandfather gave them, yet they are ungrateful and want to exploit the family's extinction. They have no right to be included in the Ling family's genealogy or ancestral hall!
While Ling Huanwu was happily moving her assets, a group of people in the treasure pavilion were utterly humiliated in front of newspaper reporters.
The teller opened the yellow pear wood box placed in the center of the treasure room, and all the Ling family members peeked over to see what rare items were stored inside.
The moment they opened it, they were all somewhat disappointed to see a piece of paper lying inside.
The female newspaper reporter who followed and photographed the entire time was actually the future wife of the eldest grandson, whom the second great-uncle's family had specially chosen.
She urged him to open it quickly, saying, "Open it now, it might be some ancient land deed or treasure map!"
Second Uncle nodded repeatedly, "Yes, open it quickly, it might be a treasure map!"
The uncle's family also chimed in.
The eldest grandson, the most successful member of their families, works at a bank. Urged by the elders, he opened the piece of paper in the wooden box.
Everyone crowded around.
The words "Changsantangzi Indenture" written prominently on it shocked everyone into opening their mouths wide.
When they looked at the name of the prostitute who had been redeemed, their faces turned ashen, and they wished they could disappear into a hole in the ground.
Because the prostitute's name was none other than the name of the mother of the second and youngest uncles!
She was the top courtesan in the most famous brothel in Yuncheng in the last century.
She caught the eye of the patriarch of the Ling family and became his mistress, giving birth to two children.
After their great-grandfather died, they had nowhere to go and returned to the countryside. If it weren't for Grandpa Ling Huanwu, as the legitimate son of the first wife, taking pity on them as they were about to starve to death and putting them in the family genealogy and providing them with a place to live, they probably would have starved to death long ago.
At this moment, the female reporter from the newspaper, who was Ling's prospective granddaughter-in-law, was confused and pointed her camera at the paper, snapping away and asking the two what the "Chang San Tang Zi" meant.
The second uncle and the youngest uncle, too embarrassed to say anything, tacitly turned grim and with a forceful tug, tore the indenture in two, ripping it to shreds.
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