About two meters below the coffin, there were more than twenty large boxes neatly arranged. I couldn't probe any further down with my spiritual power. I extended it around the coffin, but there was nothing there. I guess that's all there was.
Zhu Fanfan directly enveloped the box with his mental power and instantly teleported into the space. The land below suddenly cleared out a large area, and the tomb collapsed and sank in.
Zhu Fanfan didn't have time to check the contents of the box. He wiped away all traces of his presence. Now that he had the stuff, wasn't he just going to run away and wait to be caught?
Zhu Fanfan went all out and arrived in the city in no time, brushing past a group of people as she entered.
But others recognized the group and asked curiously, "Jing family, what are you all doing out here?"
The Jing family, who were at the head of the group, were quite mild-mannered. Even though they were anxious, they answered kindly, "It's a joyous occasion that my daughter has returned. I need to go to her grave to tell the elders."
The others wanted to ask more questions, but the leader said, "We're in a hurry to get to the grave, please excuse us. We'll definitely treat you all to a meal later."
After saying that, he hurriedly left, while the people around him scoffed, "He didn't even say a word, the Jing family is really..."
The Jing family members seem easygoing, but they all look down on others and act as if everyone else is blind. He's disliked them for a long time.
Those watching the spectacle stopped them, saying, "Say less! Maybe the men in the Jing family also want a daughter. If they had a daughter, she would be the perfect choice for a wife."
He might not be the most well-educated and reasonable, but he's definitely gentle and considerate. No, I need to find out what his temperament is like; his son isn't married yet!
When Zhu Fanfan returned to the hospital, she found that Uncle Fang had already finished eating and washed the lunchbox.
Seeing Zhu Fanfan return, Fang Zhiguo was relieved: "Did you teach her a lesson?"
Don't ask him why he's so sure Fanfan went to teach someone a lesson. The answer is that the old leader said Fanfan never holds a grudge overnight, and no one should stop her from taking revenge. Whoever stops her, she'll get her revenge on. She truly doesn't care about family or friends. So when she goes to teach someone a lesson, you either help her or pretend you don't know. He chose the latter.
Zhu Fanfan was extremely aggrieved: "One of my injuries hasn't healed yet, and my older sister stopped me from hitting the other one. I'm devastated. I need to rest for a while."
Fang Zhiguo: ...Say it again, who was the one who was hit?
Zhu Fanfan lay on the empty bed next to her; she needed to organize the things she had dug up from the Jing family's house.
Zhu Fanfan entered the space with his spiritual power and found twenty-four neatly arranged boxes. He opened them one by one, and just as Yuan Datou had said, one box contained large yellow croakers, another box contained small yellow croakers, one box contained a complete set of phoenix coronet and wedding robes, and the rest contained calligraphy, paintings, porcelain, and even a bronze artifact.
After taking inventory, Zhu Fanfan wondered what to do with these things. Handing them over to the state would be the best option, and she was willing to do so. But then she thought about what would happen a few years from now, what if that dark decade really was real?
At that time, cultural relics were not valued and could not play a significant role. If they existed, they would be sold to foreigners for foreign exchange. She didn't want cultural relics to be lost, so she decided to go back and ask her grandfather what to do. She was just a child and didn't understand politics.
After getting ready, Zhu Fanfan opened her eyes: "I'm going to call Uncle Qi."
Fang Zhiguo asked, "Do you need me to come with you?"
Zhu Fanfan shook her head: "I can go by myself. You're injured and can't move right now, so you have to play your part properly."
Fang Zhiguo had no choice but to give up.
Zhu Fanfan called Qi Shan, and after confirming that it was Uncle Qi, she asked him where Yuan Datou was, as she had something to ask him.
Qi Shan was too busy to ask her what she was doing. He just told her that Yuan Datou had taken the day off and was at home, and gave her his home address. Then they hung up.
Zhu Fanfan went directly to the ward and told Fang Zhiguo that she wanted to go out to find Yuan Datou, and Fang Zhiguo had no choice but to agree.
Following Uncle Qi's directions and asking for directions, Zhu Fanfan found Yuan Datou's house. It was the first time she had ever seen such a dirty and messy environment.
Yuan Datou lived in a large courtyard, the kind where several families lived together. The courtyard was originally well-structured, but each family had added a small shed in front of their house, which looked like a kitchen. The firewood was piled high, and she wondered if any light could get into the shed and if it would be damp.
The courtyard is made of dirt, and although it's been compacted by footsteps, there's still some dust. It doesn't look very big, but several families live there. It's not even rush hour yet, but the courtyard is already very crowded.
Even in her previous life, the rural village she lived in was incredibly spacious, with cement roads throughout. Every household used gas and electric cookers, so there was no need to burn firewood. The village was clean and tidy, and she had never seen such poor living conditions in either of her lives.
There were some elderly people in the courtyard. Seeing that the young girl was wearing clothes bought from the Friendship Store, they couldn't help but ask warmly, "Little girl, who are you looking for?"
Zhu Fanfan politely asked, "I'm looking for Yuan Datou. Does he live here?"
When the old lady heard that you were looking for Yuan Shikai silver dollars, she became even more enthusiastic: "You've come to ask him for advice, right? His house is right here. Come, I'll take you there."
Zhu Fanfan was taken aback by the enthusiasm. Was Yuan Shikai really that popular?
Yuan Datou heard someone calling him from inside the house. When he came out, he saw it was Zhu Fanfan. He was quite curious as to why Zhu Fanfan wanted to see him.
The old woman winked and said, "It's just me and Dazhu's family in the yard. We're going to paste matchboxes by the door."
Yuan Datou could only smile. They were neighbors, and everyone understood each other without saying a word. He brought out two stools and said, "It's a bit gloomy in the house. You don't mind if we're outside, do you?"
Zhu Fanfan shook her head: "I apologize for disturbing you on your first visit. This is a small gift I brought, please accept it as a token of my appreciation."
Yuan Datou, who initially didn't want the bag, saw it and guessed that it contained grain. He couldn't bring himself to refuse, as his family was truly short of food.
Yuan Shikai asked directly, "What else do you want to know?"
Anyway, he's said everything he should and shouldn't have said, so he's not afraid of anything anymore.
Zhu Fanfan didn't beat around the bush: "I want you to keep an eye on the Jing family. I still feel that something is wrong with them, and I want to know what's going on with them."
To everyone's surprise, Yuan Datou refused: "The Jing family is too strange. I dare not keep an eye on them. You should take the gift back!"
He understands the rule that you can't accept gifts if you can't get something done.
Zhu Fanfan immediately added, "I don't need you to keep an eye on things every day. Just pay a little more attention. You don't have to do anything. Just let me know if there's any movement. I'll give you one yuan a day for your hard work, paid every ten days, in advance."
Yuan Datou shook his head: "Young lady, you may not know my family situation. All of my family members have jobs, and I really don't lack ten or twenty yuan."
If the Jing family gets involved, it's not just a matter of ten or twenty yuan; it's their entire life at stake.
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