"Let's go make some money." Su Qiao wore a mysterious expression.
Xiao Jingsheng: "..." Where were they supposed to get money in the middle of the night?
Su Qiao pointed toward the Su family's house, signaling for him to follow.
Ten or so minutes later, in the backyard of the Su family's house, beneath a large banyan tree.
Little Four, scan this place. Is it here?
That's right. This is the place.
Keep an eye on our surroundings.
Don't worry. I'm watching.
Su Qiao shoved the small hoe into Xiao Jingsheng's hands, then pointed at the ground. "Dig."
Xiao Jingsheng glanced at the mongrel dog lying beside the earthen wall. It had eaten a piece of meat and then collapsed, sleeping like a dead pig. He bent down and got to work.
Ten minutes later, they had the goods.
Su Qiao carefully covered the soil back up, sprinkled some ash over it, and cautiously swept away the traces they had left behind.
The two of them returned silently to the corner outside the earthen wall of Su Qiao's house.
Xiao Jingsheng held the porcelain jar, still streaked with dirt, in both hands. His heart was beating a little fast. "This is...?"
"Old Lady Su's family had been landlords in the past."
The reason the Su family's life had continued to improve was that Old Lady Su still had some things hidden away.
"These belong to us now. We just happen to be short of money for buying a house."
Looking at the things inside the jar, Xiao Jingsheng furrowed his brows tightly.
Su Qiao looked up and saw his solemn expression. "What? Do you want to return them?"
"No. I just think these things will be easy to identify."
Once someone recognized them, an investigation would definitely bring trouble.
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