d a strange warmth filled his heart. But he held his head high and strode forward with even greater determination. 。They first visited several special elders in the village, who were military personn...If Jinan is a classical beauty, Qingdao is a fashionable woman of the Republic of China era. Her style carries a unique Chinese subtlety. 。The Jiang family mansion in Qingdao, though it once boasted magnificent pavilions and towers, now only remains transformed wing rooms and warehouses. Jiang Yan merely glanced at it from afar and did not venture inside, for to her, it held no memories nor a sense of belonging. 。Although Qingdao is relatively safe, considering the awkwardness of the morning, Jiang Yan still decided to be cautious. 。She hurried toward Zhongshan Park. It was still early, and the park gates were closed. 。"Off work, off work, no tickets sold" 。She looked at her watch, it was 3:30. She sighed helplessly and started wandering around the park. As night fell, the number of people walking decreased. Jiang Yan hid in a corner, waiting for the right moment. 。In the dawn's glow, Jiang Yan first tended to the two plants laden with fruit, carefully watering them. After a hearty breakfast, he relaxed his body and mind in the warm springs before falling into a deep sleep. 。At midnight, after a satisfying meal, Jiang Yan climbed the wall with a hint of nervousness. Although she had experience living in the countryside, effortlessly leaping over low obstacles was child's play for her. But now, facing this seemingly low fence, her heart beat faster. 。After finally landing in a safe place, Jiang Yan rested briefly on the grass before slowly getting up. She carefully walked around the park, unfamiliar with this place from her past life, and her weak sense of direction made finding her target rather difficult. 。However, the vast scale of the park provided ample cover for her exploration. 。The park wasn't as expansive as it would be later, and Jiang Yan spent half an hour searching before he caught sight of his destination—the snow-white statue of a great man in the center of the park. 。With the full moon hanging high, its bright light bathed the park in silver, making it unnecessary for Jiang Yan to turn on any lights. 。Gazing at the statue of the great man gesturing with his hand, her thoughts drifted to Jiang Han. 。The Jiang family's wealth is widely known, but their methods of hiding it are incredibly clever, as if concealed right under our noses. This is precisely the blind spot that people often overlook. 。The pedestal of the great man's statue was made of pristine white stone. Jiang Yan carefully looked around and finally found a familiar, hidden m-shaped pattern on a slab in the left corner. 。She took out a delicate screwdriver from her spatial storage and carefully pried up the stone slab, moving it intact to reveal a dark brick beneath. 。Jiang Yan's lips curled into a smile. She took out the brick, gently repositioned the stone slab, and sprinkled some dust to cover the trace, ensuring everything was as before, then she quietly left. 。Taking refuge in a quiet corner, Jiang Yan let out a deep breath, the weight on his heart finally lifted, the hidden secret finally falling into her palm. 。The Jiang family's wealth is divided into two parts. One part is the obvious gold and silver, hidden in the ancestral home ruins in the countryside, known to all family members; while the more important part is a secret treasure trove known only to Jiang Han and the family's heirs. It is a collection of rare treasures accumulated over generations, the key to the Jiang family's revival. 。
The secret was only known to her elder uncle, but as he had gone overseas, Jiang Han worried something might happen. Therefore, at the last moment of her life, she entrusted this important task to Jiang Yan, just in case.
On this land, besides Uncle and Jiang Yan, no one knows that beneath the statue of a great man in Zhongshan Park lies most of the Jiang family's wealth. A special black brick hides a golden key studded with jewels inside. It is equivalent to a special certificate for a two-hundred-year lease of the exclusive vault at the Swiss bank in Zurich.
In this chapter, Jiang Yan carried a basket full of offerings and strolled leisurely along the mountain path. The incense and paper money were all prepared by her in her space; otherwise, it would have been truly difficult to find them at this time. 。On the outskirts of remote Qingdao, the Jiang family's roots ran deep in a small village called Dongling. 。Here, the family's glory is hidden among the lush mountains. A secret boundary stone marks the location of the ancestral graves. To prevent later generations from coveting them, the Jiang clan rules stipulate no tombstones be erected, but instead rely on the stone as a guide, seeking that mysterious connection. 。Jiang Yan sometimes couldn't help but speculate, did their ancestors foresee today and thus set down such cautious rules If there were tombstones to mark the way, they would have long been disturbed by those with ill intentions. 。
Half of the population in Dongling Village are surnamed Jiang, while the other half are families from other surnames who moved there after marrying into the Jiang family.
The once prosperous Jiang clan ancestral hall now only has broken walls and ruins. Jiang Yan chose to avoid the crowd and walked along the mountain path straight to the site of her ancestral home. There, buried secrets of family wealth lay hidden. Whether she took much or little, it would all be a gift for the future. No matter how much or how little, it wouldn't touch her inner bottom line. After all, that belonged to the legitimate inheritance of the Jiang family, and she was only its temporary guardian. 。After crossing a verdant hill, Jiang Yan finally found the familiar boundary stone. The anxiety in his heart was lifted. 。She looked forward to the coming land contracting reform. At that time, she would definitely be the first to occupy this mountain land. It was precisely because of her hoarding habit cultivated in the apocalypse that she had been able to draw knowledge from the ocean of books and understand the historical background of household contracted plots. 。However, living in an era of information closure and with the internet out of reach, we can only rely on limited policy records and scattered fragments of documents to search for historical clues. 。Passing a newly mowed tomb, Jiang Yan stopped. Although the risk still lingered, she only offered sacrifices and dared not act rashly. In her heart, she expressed to the couple of Jiang Han: "Dear grandparents, tomorrow will be your first anniversary. Jiang Yan and Jiang Ran will continue on in new identities. Perhaps I will get married soon. His name is He Jianguo, Chen Grandpa's grandson. In two years, I will bring him to visit you." 。After saying all that, Jiang Yan burned paper money, stood there for a long time, and then quietly left without lingering in Dongling. 。She walked straight to the train station, waiting for the midday train into town. 。
There were a few scattered passengers at the bus stop,
including a plain-clothed middle-aged couple. This caused Jiang Yan's footsteps to pause slightly.
"Well, let things take their course." 。She listened to the man's comforting words, gently adjusted her wig, and joined the queue calmly, ready to embrace the city's changes. 。“This is impossible, I think we should look for our target somewhere else.” 。A sharp yet familiar voice rang in his ear, Jiang Yan's brow arched slightly. He glanced sideways and saw the mole, as black as a pearl, which couldn't help but bring a smile to his lips. This mole was branded into her memory, yet here it was, unexpectedly reappearing before him. 。"Quiet down! Keep it down!" 。The man's patience seemed to have reached its limit. He looked around, muttered a reproach in a low voice, his tone laced with weariness. 。"What are you afraid of We're carrying out a historical mission, sweeping away outdated and backward customs that hinder progress." 。The woman's voice grew even more impassioned, her back straight and her gaze challenging as she swept over the crowd. 。Jiang Yan lowered his gaze slightly, his brows furrowed. From their conversation, he could deduce that they seemed to be searching for something. 。The only one who could possibly be involved with this woman is undoubtedly the Jiang family, because the person before her is none other than Jiang Yan's distant cousin. 。This aunt's grandfather was Jiang Han's half-brother, but this relative had been dissolute from childhood, even becoming addicted to opium. 。Guo smiled faintly. He wasn't a person who clung to outdated rules. He knew that good things didn't have to happen immediately, and that they were more impressive when they occurred in a stable enviro...