In the 1960s, my whole family was murdered by my enemies.

Zhang Yaowen was stunned.

what happened?

How come his wife is actually related to the third brother? !

Zhang Lin didn't pay attention to the reactions of her grandparents in the yard, but continued to watch the plot.

[My great-grandmother denied it, saying that Mr. Han Dong had recognized the wrong person.]

[Mr. Han Dong also seemed to have realized what was happening. He looked a little embarrassed and felt heavy-hearted…]

Zhang Lin frowned.

[Strange, I always feel like there's something fishy going on.]

Zhang Yaowen and his wife nodded.

That's right.

According to the plot, the relationship between their mother and Mr. Han does not seem to be that simple.

【Grandpa Han Dong never called my great-grandmother "sister-in-law" again, but he took good care of me, and also took good care of my grandparents.】

Zhang Lin was in deep thought.

[This kind of care is no longer limited to gratitude, it seems that the grandparents are taken care of as if they were their own children...]

Zhang Yaowen's eyes flickered.

Maybe, there really is a relationship!

Chen Yuwei looked at him in confusion, not knowing what to do.

For forty-two years, she had always thought she had no other relatives...

"Don't think too much, we'll talk about it when the time comes."

Zhang Yaowen hugged his wife and comforted her.

"Ah."

Chen Yuwei nodded vigorously, and after calming down, she pushed the door and entered the house.

[The letter that my great-grandmother wrote to Mr. Han has been mailed today.]

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A few days later, the letter arrived in the capital.

The letter went directly to Mr. Han's guard.

Mr. Han took the letter in confusion and opened it with some doubt.

"It was sent from Southwest. Do you know someone from Southwest?"

Old Mrs. Han took a look at the envelope and was a little surprised.

Mr. Han shook his head: "No."

But the couple also had a remote town flashing through their minds at the same time...

Han Dong's expression moved slightly. That was a place he had been to before, but he had been away for decades and had no contact with the people from that place. How could he suddenly receive a letter?

Han Dong, who had not cared at first, tore open the letter for some unknown reason and glanced at it casually, but he unexpectedly showed a look of disbelief.

Han Dong couldn't help but move closer to take a closer look, his hands trembling slightly.

When Mrs. Han saw this, she was startled and hurried over.

"This……"

Old Mrs. Han exclaimed, turning to look at the old man in confusion, her lips trembling.

"That's not true, is it?"

"How is that possible? Guodong was raised by us and we never took him out of our sight..."

The old lady couldn't continue speaking.

When the child was born, the couple was indeed in that small county town.

Moreover, when Guodong was born, he was carried away by medical staff because of his poor physical condition...

"Master, there won't be any mistakes, right?"

The old lady murmured, but Han Guodong and Han Xiaohan, who looked nothing like them, kept flashing in her mind.

Especially Han Xiaohan, who looks nothing like anyone in their family, and only looks 30% like Han Guodong.

She used to joke that she didn't know which ancestor Xiaohan looked like to have the same appearance as him.

Han Xiaohan has a flat nose and a big black mole on his cheek.

It is said that the big black mole can be inherited, but no one in their Han family, the Yu family, or Han Xiaohan's maternal family has a mole.

The old lady also grumbled about it before, but was later dismissed by the old man's comment that it was a case of atavism.

Han Dong also thought of this at the same time, but he still couldn't believe it.

After all, appearance is a very mysterious issue.

It is not unheard of that some people who have nothing in common look very similar.

There are also family members who don’t look alike.

You can't doubt your son and grandson just because of this and a letter from an unknown source.

"But...if it's fake, how would the other party know the birthmark on Guodong's body?"

Old Mrs. Han stuttered, her face was pale and she looked terrified.

Han Dong was silent.

Yes!

Could it be that the rival family who knew their family well was behind this? They wanted to sow discord among their family members so as to defeat them?

This is not unfounded.

Being in his position, there are indeed many people who want to bring him down.

Although his rank in the capital is not particularly high, he has real power.

"check!"

"Investigate quietly first!"

Mr. Han gave orders to the guards in a deep voice.

Soon, someone left Beijing in a low-key manner and rushed to the county town.

Zhang Lin looked at the space full of supplies, used an intermediate disguise talisman, and went to the black market.

Seeing her, Zheng Hao and Ergou Song Qing quickly rushed over to report in like cats smelling blood.

Zhang Lin looked speechlessly at the two people who insisted on helping him.

Why are you so enthusiastic? It's so overwhelming!

The key point is, with these two people around, it is difficult for her to put things into the basket secretly.

Forget it, at worst I can come back again later.

"Mr. Wang, you are finally here. Mr. He has been asking about you for several days."

Ergou Song Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

They have been waiting for seven or eight days, but Mr. Wang didn't come to the black market at all last week.

"Will you answer the phone later?"

"to make."

After closing the stall, Zhang Lin went to the yard.

After the call was connected, Mr. He's joyful voice was heard.

"Mr. Wang, my nephew had a high fever some time ago. Due to limited local conditions, treatment was delayed and the fever lasted for three days. Later, the fever subsided, but he was a little stupid..."

"I wonder if Mr. Wang has any way to treat it?"

He Chaoxian's voice sounded a little nervous.

This nephew is the only grandchild in the He family. He is unmarried. His third brother has only two daughters, and his second brother has an only son.

A few years ago, my second brother's wife was pregnant and went to the northwest with my second brother, but she accidentally had a miscarriage and never got pregnant again.

The whole family has been really worried lately.

"If you can cure it, it will still be 10,000 yuan plus a promise, or 20,000 yuan."

Even for the He family, the 20,000 yuan cannot be taken out easily. Even if they can, they dare not take it.

Fortunately, their transaction with Zhang Lin was an underground one, otherwise, if people knew about it, they would have spent tens of thousands on medical treatment and would probably face the same fate as their old friends.

Sequelae of high fever?

Zhang Lin had heard a lot about it, and thought that the intermediate disease-removing talisman could cure it.

As for the promise, there was one before, but she doesn't really need it now.

"Ten thousand, no need to make any special promises, plus some old items or gold and silver jewelry."

These are things that people outside don’t dare to get, but how could the boss of the black market not be able to get these?

Sure enough, He Chaoxian agreed without hesitation.

"The photos will arrive in five days. I'll let Ergou prepare them in the next few days. Please wait a moment, Mr. Wang."

Five days later, there were six large boxes in the yard.

Zhang Lin was a little surprised.

Open the boxes one by one.

Three of the three boxes were filled with antique vases and porcelain bowls wrapped in cloth and cotton.

The other three boxes contained one box of jewelry, head ornaments, jade bracelets and pearls.

There is also a box of calligraphy and ancient books.

Another box was filled with silver ingots, a few Yuan Datou coins, and various ancient coins. At the bottom was a small box of small goldfish.

One tael per piece, a total of one hundred.

Zhang Lin's heart was pounding.

It’s posted, what a generous deal!

These things are indeed worthless now. Not to mention the vases, I don't even dare to take them out now. Even if I take them out secretly, one of them can't be exchanged for a few kilograms of rice.

But in later generations, these things, except for the calligraphy and paintings, have become very valuable.