Forced to marry a disabled man in the countryside? I'll repay you tenfold!

Aunt Wang, hands on her hips, wouldn't budge an inch: "Pah! I'm not even a member of the Chen family anymore, why would I care if you smash the fire pit? I'm already dead, why should I care about all that?"

The group grumbled and cursed, but ultimately slunk away – they were genuinely afraid that the old woman would go all out and jeopardize their livelihoods.

Once everyone had gone, Granny Wang's pent-up anger collapsed, and she slumped to the ground. She knew that selling her house and job would cause a rift with her son, but she never expected them to utter such a vicious curse. For money, her own son could be so heartless…

Chen Xiuer quickly helped her up: "Mom, don't be sad. I'll take care of you in your old age, and I'll break the fire pit for you! When I make money, I'll make sure you eat well and dress well, so they'll be envious and regret it to death!"

Aunt Wang sighed deeply, and tears finally fell. "Fine, fine, I'll pretend I never gave birth to those two beasts!"

Things went much more smoothly after that. The group didn't take the train—tickets were too hard to buy—so they simply took a long-distance bus, arriving in Bincheng in just over an hour. After settling Aunt Wang and Xiuer in the guesthouse and having them watch their luggage, Su Wanqing and her group followed Uncle Ding to the old town.

Of course, we'll take out what we've been hiding!

Actually, this place was originally Su Lingshan's personal stash of money, but she brought it upon herself by creating a difficult situation in the story: "Thankfully, I have a space that allows me to retrieve things remotely, otherwise it would be pointless for anyone to come."

Now it's all good; they'll all benefit themselves.

Su Wanqing was filled with anticipation.

The place was a bit remote, and it took them more than half an hour to walk there. Zhou Yanshen asked her several times along the way if she wanted him to carry her, worried that she would get tired. However, Su Wanqing was only less than a month pregnant and wasn't that fussy. Besides, she was nourished by the spiritual spring water every day, so she wasn't tired at all.

They finally arrived—it was an inconspicuous little courtyard deep in the old city. The courtyard walls were dusty and gray. Su Wanqing was a little surprised. It didn't look like a place where treasures were hidden.

Uncle Ding took out his key and opened the courtyard gate. He walked straight to the corner of the courtyard to the house that looked like a storage room. He reached out and pressed down on a few bricks in a specific order. With a soft "click," the brick wall slid inward a little, revealing a gap just big enough for one person to pass through sideways.

"This is a hidden door made by a craftsman in the early days. If you pry it open or smash the wall, it will trigger the self-destructing bolt inside and block the passage." Uncle Ding took the lead and went in sideways.

Su Wanqing followed her inside, which was a small, secluded room with stale air. But the first thing that caught her eye was several obvious charred and burned marks on the walls and floor.

"This place has been attacked with fire." Zhou Yanshen squatted down to examine it, his brows furrowing slightly.

Su Wanqing's heart skipped a beat. "Su Lingshan really came." It seems she still had the heart to try and take all the good stuff. After all, Su Lingshan had lost her space and spiritual spring. Apart from knowing the plot and the future direction of the world, she had no other advantages. These things were at least her first source of funds for rising to power.

Without these funds, can she still buy a house in Beijing? Can she still invest? She has no money at all, and with the reform and opening up about to begin, what can she do? Can an ordinary person really start from scratch?

Zhou Yanshen immediately looked at her, his gaze questioning, "Your cousin? How does she know about this place?"

Su Wanqing pursed her lips, almost letting slip that Su Lingshan was the female lead and knew about this setting, of course she would. However, before she could speak...

Uncle Ding had already arrived at the safe. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the keyhole was intact: "She could get through the first door, but she couldn't open this safe. The lock on this safe is complicated. Without the key, unless you use explosives, it's impossible to open it."

Su Lingshan certainly couldn't handle explosives. She probably tried various methods to open it but failed, which is why she stormed off. We just don't know where Su Lingshan is now, or what she's doing.

Now that Su Wanqing has come to Bincheng, she naturally wants to find out about Su Lingshan.

The key was inserted, turned, and made a crisp "click" sound. Uncle Ding forcefully pulled open the heavy cabinet door—

As the flashlight beam shone in, even though Su Wanqing was mentally prepared, she couldn't help but gasp softly. Look,

The interior space of the cabinet is fully utilized and divided into three layers.

The top layer was neatly stacked with large, gleaming gold bars, weighing an estimated hundred pounds. The middle layer contained stacks of silver ingots and several scrolls of calligraphy and paintings wrapped tightly in oiled paper. The bottom layer held several brocade boxes and wooden chests of varying sizes. Upon opening them, one could find jade bracelets, mutton-fat jade pendants, gemstone rings, gold-inlaid jade hairpins, and other jewels, all shimmering with light. In the corner were several sturdy cloth bags, heavy to the touch. Uncle Ding untied one, revealing them overflowing with silver dollars and small gold coins.

"These are some things left by my parents," Uncle Ding said in a low voice. "The world is in chaos, so we dared not keep them with us. They're all here. My share, and my eldest sister's (Zhou's mother's) and youngest sister's (Lin's mother's) shares are all here."

He looked at Su Wanqing and Zhou Yanshen with a solemn expression: "As we agreed before, my share will all go to Wanqing. As for my eldest sister's share, she herself said she would leave it for Yanshen. As for my youngest sister's share..." He paused, "Let's leave it as it is for now, until Tingting is more sensible. Right now, let's take stock of my and my eldest sister's shares and take them with us."

No wonder Lin Tingting looked down on everyone when she first appeared—her family's wealth was enough to ensure she'd live a life of comfort for generations. However, in the original story, Su Lingshan quietly took all of that away using her spatial abilities.

After saying that, the eldest uncle began to sort through the gold bars, silver ingots, and jewelry, roughly dividing them into three piles. "This pile is mine. This pile is for my eldest sister. This small pile is for my youngest sister." He pushed the pile representing himself and the pile representing Zhou's mother in front of Zhou Yanshen. "Yanshen, you're a prudent child. You figure out how to pack these things up and take them back. You and Wanqing can discuss what to do with them."

Zhou Yanshen looked at the golden pile in front of him, but did not make a move immediately. Instead, he looked at Su Wanqing and said, "Wanqing, you can have this portion too." Since his mother had clearly said that the things were for him, they were his, and he naturally had the right to give them all to his wife.

Zhou Yanshen didn't feel much about these gold and silver things. People often take the things they have the least for granted, yet these things always flow naturally to them like water. To give a simple analogy, it's like water—who has ever lacked water since childhood? Precisely because it's always available, no one would value a cup of water too much.

Zhou Yanshen viewed these treasures as if they were a cup of water, and it was only natural that he would share them with his young wife to quench her thirst.