The happy little days of the Ye family

Father Ye, Ye Donglin and Wang Chunyu were in the main room next to it.

This room is as spacious as the main room next to it. There is a small desk in front of the large window and a small and exquisite bookshelf next to it.

Father Ye saw the books on the bookshelf and the clothes scattered on the ground, and guessed that a young boy lived here.

"I heard from Lin Kang that the grain merchant's concubine lives here with his young son. I heard that the young boy has been studying in the academy for several years. He was originally planning to take the boy's exam next year. It's a pity."

Ye Donglin walked to a dressing table, rummaged through it carefully with his hands and eyes, and said casually:

"There's nothing we can do about it. Although he didn't commit any crime, he also enjoyed the glory and wealth provided by his father. There's nothing wrong with him being a little guilty."

Wang Chunyu thought that her eldest son would go to college next year, so he went straight to the desk next to the window sill to look for anything the little guy could use.

There is a set of the four treasures of the study that have been used on the desk, but it is obvious that the desk has also been searched.

The ink on the inkstone was knocked over, and all the rice paper on the table was dyed black.

Even the opened Analects of Confucius was messed up.

Wang Chunyu saw that the brushes, inkstones and ink sticks on the table could still be used, so he put them all into the sack in his hand, thinking of taking them back for the little guy to use.

As for the rice paper stained by ink, it was thrown into another shabby sack, which was specially used to hold unwanted garbage.

There are two drawers under the desk, one holds a thick stack of rice paper, and the other drawer holds a large number of brushes and ink sticks, all of which are brand new and unused.

Wang Chunyu often helps in the grocery store and knows a little about these four treasures of the study.

The brushes and ink sticks in the drawer were obviously better than those sold in grocery stores, and the wooden sticks also smelled faintly of ink.

Wang Chunyu counted and found that there were a total of 4 brushes, 4 ink sticks, and a thick stack of rice paper, which should be enough for the little guy to use for a long time.

There are two copybooks at the bottom of the drawer. Although Wang Chunyu's handwriting is not very good, it does not prevent her from thinking that the calligraphy in these two copybooks is very beautiful.

"These two copybooks look good at first glance. I will ask Xiaoqi to write according to them in the future."

She had already asked about it. If you want to take the scientific examination, you must first write well. These two copybooks are suitable for the children at home.

The bookshelf next to it is small and empty. There are only enlightenment books such as "Hundred Family Surnames", "Thousand Character Classic" and "Three Character Classic".

These books have been dug out, and the original owner must have been a very diligent child.

Wang Chunyu packed up these books one by one and couldn't help but sigh:

"It's a pity for this child. If he hadn't been implicated by his family, he might not have had a good future in the future."

However, Wang Chunyu was not related to him, so after sighing, he happily continued to search.

I went through all the books, but I didn't find anything valuable in them.

Although there are no gold or silver treasures here on the desk, these books and the Four Treasures of the Study are also worth a lot of money.

Wang Chunyu put all these things into a sack with a smile. Even if he couldn't sell them for money, it would still be good to keep them for the younger generations at home.

Walking in from the desk, there is a small round table with two exquisite small cups on it, but unfortunately the matching teapot has been broken on the ground.

Wang Chunyu was afraid that people who would come in later would step on the debris, so he quickly picked up things and cleaned up the floor.

There was a simple dressing table not far from the table. Ye Donglin had already searched the tabletop and two drawers, but unfortunately there was nothing.

Unwilling to give up, Ye Donglin disassembled both drawers, then stretched his arms to fumble inside the plywood between the drawers and the dresser.

He was lucky this time, and he actually found a small jade pendant in the mezzanine.

The jade pendant was slightly larger than his thumb, square and square, with a vivid tiger carved on it.

There was no decoration on it, just a bare jade pendant.

I don’t know when I fell in, but it gave Ye Donglin an advantage.

As for what kind of jade it was, he couldn't tell, but it felt very smooth and translucent and clear when held in the sun.

Ye Donglin held the jade pendant high, then grinned and started to show off:

"Dad, Madam, look at the jade pendant I found. Does it look good? I should fetch it at a pawn shop for a good price."

This was the first time Ye Donglin found such a valuable thing. He raised his head unconsciously and finally felt proud.

I feel even more pleased with myself. If that brat Xilin doesn't find anything today, look at how I will laugh at him.

Compared to Ye Donglin, who was radiant and elated, Father Ye was much silent.

In the past, the father and son were at the bottom. Neither of them could find anything good, and no one had the right to dislike the other.

Now that the eldest son has found a jade pendant that looks good, Father Ye feels even more uncomfortable than Xilin, the brat who found something good.

No, no, won't he be at the bottom this time? Father Ye felt a strong sense of crisis.

Then he quickly returned to the innermost bed and continued rummaging.

He had already knocked around under the bed and found no place to hide anything.

But Father Ye forgot that there was only a young boy of about 10 years old living here, and he probably didn't have the heart to create hidden compartments to hide money.

And at such a young age, he doesn’t have much money to hide.

Father Ye patted the pillows and quilts on the bed one by one, but couldn't find them. In the end, even the quilt was lifted off.

But he was also lucky this time and found an exquisite purse at the corner of the bed.

The purse was light blue, with some elegant-looking bamboo embroidered on it.

But these are not the main point. The most important thing is that it is heavy in the hand, and the silver inside makes a pleasant tinkling sound when it collides.

Father Ye couldn't wait to open his wallet and found that it was full of money.

"It seems that this young master is quite rich." As he said that, he poured out all the money in his wallet.

There was a five-tael silver ingot and a twenty-tael silver ingot inside, as well as a few small pieces of broken silver, which added up to nine or eight taels.

After counting the money, Father Ye couldn't help but look up to the sky and laugh: "Hahaha, the wind and water are turning, and this fortune is finally in my hands."

Ye Donglin saw his father holding a beautiful purse and giggling, so he raised his hand and grabbed it.

"Let me see how much silver is in there."

Wang Chunyu on the side also came over to watch the fun with a smile on his face.

The young couple quickly counted the money in their wallets again.

Ye Donglin happily hugged Father Ye's shoulders and said, "9 taels and 8 cents. Dad, did you notice that you offered incense to your ancestors in front of the door today?"

Father Ye raised his leg and kicked it, "You brat, you're not big or small. But you're right, you really need to burn more paper money for your ancestors when you go back."