On the mountain behind Qingshan Village, the white wolf was having fun.
For Bai Lang, the back hill of Qingshan Village is his back garden, and he is extremely familiar with this place.
After all, it once came out of the depths of the mountains.
Wang Tiezhu felt very relaxed walking in the mountains and forests.
This is the place where he often hung out when he was a child and left many memories.
"Buzzing..."
At this moment, Wang Tiezhu's cell phone vibrated.
Taking out his cell phone, Wang Tiezhu took a look at it, with a faint smile on his lips.
It was sent by Zhang Qiaohua.
"Tie Zhu, I heard from the villagers that you are back?"
The content is very brief.
"Well! Sister Qiaohua, I miss you. I'll go see you tonight!"
Wang Tiezhu replied to Zhang Qiaohua with a message.
Zhang Qiaohua quickly replied with a shy expression.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of Wang Tiezhu's mouth.
After wandering around the back mountain, Wang Tiezhu collected all the herbs he needed.
go home.
The meal in the evening was extremely sumptuous, and most of the table was laid out.
"Come on, son, let's have a drink together!"
Wang Dazhuang filled two wine glasses with rice wine, handed one to Wang Tiezhu, and said, "This is what your Uncle Erhu made himself. When you were a child, you often went to your Uncle Erhu's house to steal wine and drink it."
"Dad, you know this."
Wang Tiezhu scratched his head in embarrassment.
"It's just your little plan, I don't know?"
Wang Dazhuang glanced at Wang Tiezhu and said, "Time flies so fast. In the blink of an eye, you have grown up and can do it."
"I, Wang Dazhuang, am a rough old man. I have never made much money in my life. Now I am very proud because I gave birth to such a powerful son like you. Come on, have a drink."
"Dad, drink!"
Wang Tiezhu smiled and clinked glasses with Wang Dazhuang.
Wang Dazhuang has always been a taciturn person. He rarely speaks as much as he did today. Obviously, this is what he says from the bottom of his heart.
Cup after cup.
The rice wine enters the throat, and a sweet aroma of wine fills the air.
That's a familiar smell.
Li Xiaoping sat aside, just looking at her husband and son with a smile, and did not stop them.
At most, if you get drunk, you'll be fine if you sleep.
"Dad, were the ancestors of our Wang family once very glorious?"
Wang Tiezhu asked with a smile.
Recent events made him realize that the Wang family might have been extremely glorious in the past. When he came back this time, he just wanted to see if he could find any clues from his family.
"I don't know about this."
Wang Dazhuang shook his head and said, "It shouldn't be that powerful, right? If it wasn't a family heirloom, how could it be that there was only one jade pendant?"
Wang Tiezhu smiled, that piece of jade pendant is incredible, it can be said to be a priceless treasure.
If it weren't for the jade pendant, the grass on his grave would probably be over one meter high now.
Moreover, without that jade pendant, he wouldn’t be where he is now.
However, Wang Tiezhu was not prepared to tell his parents about this kind of thing. After all, this kind of thing was a bit fantasy and he was afraid that his parents would not be able to accept it.
The jade pendant has been broken into pieces, and it is impossible to get any clues from it.
"Dad, if you think about it again, besides that jade pendant, are there any other family heirlooms? In other words, are there any other family heirlooms that have been passed down together with the family heirlooms?"
Wang Tiezhu asked somewhat unwillingly.
"No more, just a jade pendant."
Wang Dazhuang waved his hand and said, "Why do you ask this? Even when my family was the poorest, I never thought about touching the family heirloom."
"I don't want to touch the family heirloom, I'm just curious."
Wang Tiezhu said with a smile.
"Huh? I remembered."
At this time, Wang Dazhuang slapped his thigh and said, "The heirloom is placed in a wooden box. That wooden box is passed down together with the heirloom."
"Where is the wooden box?"
Hearing this, Wang Tiezhu looked shocked.
Although it is difficult to find anything in the wooden box where the family heirloom is placed, there are clues, which at least means there is hope.
"Eat, let your mother find it for you after you finish the meal."
Wang Dazhuang said somewhat vaguely.
The meal lasted for a long time until Wang Dazhuang passed out drunk on the table.
Wang Tiezhu put his father on the bed on his back and started to clear the dishes.
"Tie Zhu, just leave it there and I'll take care of it."
Li Xiaoping walked out of the room, holding a wooden box in her hand and passing it to Wang Tiezhu, saying, "This is the wooden box containing family heirlooms."
"It's okay."
Wang Tiezhu packed the dishes into the kitchen, but Li Xiaoping said nothing and wouldn't let him wash the pots and dishes.
Wang Tiezhu could only leave the kitchen.
At this time, the medicine he put in the medicine jar was also ready.
"Hopefully a miracle can happen!"
Wang Tiezhu took a deep breath, poured the prepared medicine into a tea vat, and drank it all in one gulp.
When the medicine enters the mouth, a bitter taste spreads.
“Good medicine tastes bitter.”
Wang Tiezhu muttered.
Although I got the Thousand-Year Ghost Vine as I wished, and now I boiled it into a concoction and drank it in my stomach, the chance of it being discarded is still very high.
All he can do has been done, and then everything will be left to God's will.
After drinking the medicine, Wang Tiezhu began to hold the wooden box containing the family heirloom in his hands.
After getting the wooden box, Wang Tiezhu raised his eyebrows. What kind of material is this wooden box made of? Why is it so heavy?
Sure enough it's not simple.
Holding the wooden box in his hand, Wang Tiezhu looked at it carefully, but he couldn't tell anything from the appearance of the wooden box.
From the outside, this is just an ordinary wooden box, with nothing special about it except that it is heavier.
So, he opened the wooden box.
After the wooden box was opened, there was a very old piece of satin spread at the bottom of the box.
This wooden box was used to hold the family heirloom jade pendant, but now it is empty.
Wang Tiezhu carefully took out the old silk and satin. Although countless years had passed, the silk and satin were still as smooth as jade and extremely delicate to the touch.
"This is good stuff."
Wang Tiezhu muttered to himself.
It is woven from the silk spun by the North Sea Han silkworm, and the North Sea Han silkworm has long been extinct in the secular world. Even this name has almost never been heard by people in this era.
There is no doubt that this piece of silk has very high research value.
Underneath the satin, the bottom of the box is extremely smooth and has nothing special about it.
However, Wang Tiezhu's intuition told him that this wooden box was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
Just when he was about to study it, his phone suddenly vibrated, and Zhang Qiaohua sent him a shy expression.
After seeing Zhang Qiaohua's message, Wang Tiezhu's lips revealed a smile from the bottom of his heart.
