To everyone's surprise, Uncle Ji chuckled and said, "You're a child who's all talent and no shrewdness."
“We don’t really know how much work you did in all of this. We just thought you were a mascot, like a catalyst, an indispensable element.”
Ke Meiyu was stunned. "But, but Uncle, both you and Grandpa Ji have decided on me."
“I was just trying to blow you up, but I never imagined you were more than just a mascot,” Uncle Ji said with a smile. “You are a benefactor to our Ji family.”
Speaking of this, Uncle Ji couldn't help but say a few more words, "Actually, our Ji family was quite capable in the past, and we supported many talented people. Some of the books collected in the entire library were collected for them."
"There was one fortune teller who was particularly good at divination. He could predict the outcome nine and a half times out of ten. However, every time he divined for the Ji family, it would indicate great misfortune."
"No matter how illustrious the Ji family was back then, how much the emperor trusted our ancestors, how strong our connections and vast assets we had, or how many outstanding descendants we had, none of that could stop the Ji family from disappearing."
"Let alone people in the past, even we now cannot accept that our family line has been severed, and that no one will inherit such a large family business and past honors."
"Therefore, in order to reverse the Ji family's path to destruction, the ancestors of the Ji family sought out many people to help them calculate and avoid disaster. It was a very famous monk at the time who said that if we keep good intentions and pass them down, we can definitely find a way to save the Ji family."
"What's amazing is that after that, the fortune teller also predicted that the Ji family would have a benefactor to help them and would get through the crisis without any real danger. Therefore, in order to preserve the Ji family, the ancestors decisively gave up their immense power and wealth and began to return here to work as teachers, doing good deeds every day, just waiting for this turning point!"
Ke Meiyu was stunned, as if listening to a fairy tale. She found it both funny and admiring that the ancients had done so much for a vague and ethereal divination, and at the same time, she couldn't help but apply the story to herself.
Xia Hua once said, "It's better to believe it exists than to believe it doesn't," especially when it comes to things that matter most to you.
For the patriarch of the Ji family, everything he did was not merely to satisfy his own ambitions and aspirations, but also for the sake of his descendants. Since what he had strived for could not be preserved, and his descendants were no longer around, what was the point of his current efforts and arrogance?
“So,” Uncle Ji said with a grateful smile, “Yu Bao’er, you are the benefactor in the divination results of the Ji family ancestors!”
Ke Meiyu didn't refuse anymore, after all, she really did everything herself.
She shrugged with a smile, holding the luminous pearl in one hand, and began browsing the books on the wall. "It's not as mysterious as you think. I just had a little stroke of luck to know that you have Gu worms in your bodies."
“Yes, this is a piece of cake for you, Yu Bao’er,” Uncle Ji said, taking a thick booklet out of a box in the center of the hall and handing it to her.
Ke Meiyu took it curiously, flipping through it while listening to him.
The booklet is made of a special material that has remained as good as new for hundreds of years. The handwriting on each page is different, showing the different styles and styles of the writers. It is as if you can be pulled into the writer's era through this thin sheet of paper.
"These were all written by the heads of the Ji family before their deaths. Each time, they earnestly hoped that the Ji family could quickly encounter a benefactor and overcome the difficulty of having few offspring!"
Ke Meiyu was a poor student; her highest scores, aside from English which she was forced to study, were in Chinese. She also loved reading novels, and some well-written ones read almost like classical Chinese, so she had no trouble reading them.
From the words in the booklet, she deeply felt the obsession that dozens of generations of family heads had with their offspring over the past hundreds of years. The last page was written by Old Master Ji with great difficulty, stroke by stroke, when he had just collapsed on his bed!
Then Uncle Ji brought out another booklet and said with a smile, "Although the times are somewhat special now, and these gold, silver, jewels, antiques, paintings and rare books cannot be displayed openly, the things passed down from our ancestors are definitely treasures, and they will be able to see the light of day sooner or later."
"Our ancestors specifically instructed that half of this place be given to a noble member of the Ji family!"
Ke Meiyu pointed to her nose in shock, "Uncle, are you kidding me? You're really going to give me half of all this stuff?"
The Ji family was farsighted. In such a society, Uncle Ji could foresee that this period would eventually pass, everything would return to normal, and the items in the warehouse would once again become objects of great interest, with people willing to spend a lot of money on them.
But she did know the future, and she was really embarrassed to take such a big advantage of the Ji family.
“Yes,” Uncle Ji said sincerely and gratefully, without any reluctance on his face. “For the Ji family, the most precious thing is this wall of rare books. We can earn more if we lose the rest. As long as we have the foundation, the Ji family can cultivate generation after generation of outstanding descendants.”
“These rare books are copied by each generation. What Yu Yiming reported and had sealed and burned were just a batch of handwritten copies with worn-out paper that were about to be discarded.”
Ke Meiyu tilted her head slightly, "Uncle, please don't tempt me."
Once we get through this period, these items can be used to buy all sorts of delicious food, which is much easier than maintaining a peaceful balance.
“This is what you deserve,” Uncle Ji nodded and handed her a key to the storeroom.
Ke Meiyu put her hands behind her back, rolled her eyes, and said with a smile, "I don't want it. Right now, whoever has this will feel like they're burning their hands."
"Let them stay here for now. I'll just take a few cookbooks for my mother. When the situation outside calms down and your Ji family prospers again, leave me one percent of the profits to buy snacks!"
Uncle Ji was taken aback, then couldn't help but burst into laughter, "You're always so clever when it comes to eating and being lazy."
"Okay, then we'll leave these things here for now. When we start a business at home, you can get a share."
Seeing so many books, Ke Meiyu couldn't help but go to the medical book section. After browsing through some, she found that each book had its own highlights and was very practical, which was very similar to the Ji family's style of doing things!
“We have a lot of books at home, and each one has at least five or six handwritten copies. Take whichever one you like, just don’t let anyone find out.”
Ke Meiyu thought about her photographic memory and didn't want the hassle of moving the books back and forth repeatedly.
Anyway, half of her disguise had been exposed in front of the Ji family. She hesitated and took out a ring inlaid with an emerald from that puzzle box. "Uncle, if I told you that I have a ten-cubic-meter space ring that is bound to me by blood, would you be very surprised?"
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