Zhenfubao waved his hand and the warehouse was full of grain, and the whole family regretted it

Chapter 482 Our Oilcloth Bag is Gone

They returned home and opened the bag directly, and the clothes inside the bag poured out.

Lin Dasheng's eyes lit up. "These clothes are quite nice, like these two. I saw Bai Qian had them. Each one cost ten taels of silver."

Lin Zao Zao whispered, "Second Uncle, sort out all the clothes first, and see if there are any good things inside them."

These people are tomb robbers in the dark. Sometimes they don't care what's in the tomb, they just put the things directly into this bag.

"Hiss--" Lin Zao Zao suddenly gasped, and his fingertips were pricked by something sharp.

She suddenly lifted up the scarlet gauze shawl, and a golden hairpin with filigree appeared.

The twin lotus flowers on the hairpin were wrapped in gold threads, and the petals were still stained with dirt. "Second Uncle! Look! I wonder if this is gold?"

His rough fingers tightly grasped the golden hairpin, and he repeatedly examined it against the oil lamp: "I hope it's not gilded..."

Before he could finish his words, Lin Zaozao suddenly pulled out an oilcloth bag from the pile of clothes.

She opened it and trembled with excitement: "I wonder what's in this oilcloth bag."

Lin Dasheng hurriedly opened the oilcloth bag, and inside there was a pair of bracelets, ten taels of silver, a small piece of gold, and some small miscellaneous items.

Lin Dasheng almost jumped up with excitement: "I didn't expect that a concubine would have so much money, let's hide it quickly!

They discussed it and stuffed the oilcloth bag under the bricks in the room.

After hiding, Lin Dasheng excitedly hugged Lin Zaozao and said, "Zaozao, you are really capable. We are going to get rich!"

Lin Zao Zao was also excited: "These things are worth at least 50 taels of silver. We are really making a killing on this trip!"

That night, the two slept exceptionally soundly. While they were sleeping, groups of mice squeaked in the corners and slowly gathered around them.

The mice worked together, carrying the oilcloth bag and slowly walked out, disappearing into the night.

The next morning, the first ray of sunlight shone into the house through the window.

As soon as Lin Dasheng woke up, he immediately remembered the oilcloth bag hidden under the bricks and hurried to the corner.

When he moved the bricks, he found that the place was empty and the oilcloth bag was nowhere to be seen.

He panicked and shouted, "Zao Zao, wake up! Our oilcloth bag is gone!"

Lin was awakened early and ran over with sleepy eyes. When he saw the scene in front of him, his face turned pale instantly.

The two searched the room frantically, but all they found were some messy rat holes and the remains of an oilcloth bag with black claw marks on the cloth.

Lin Dasheng collapsed to the ground: "What the hell is going on? He was clearly here yesterday."

Lin Zao Zao was also dumbfounded: "Fortunately, there is still a gold hairpin. Second Uncle, go and see how much it is worth?"

Lin Dasheng placed the hairpin in his arms and went straight to the gold shop. The shopkeeper examined it for a long time before saying, "It's 70% pure gold, and the filigree and beading craftsmanship is quite exquisite. How about eight taels of silver?"

"Eight taels is too little, twelve taels..."

"Ten taels of silver!"

"That's fine..." Lin Dasheng gritted his teeth and made the deal.

As soon as he walked out of the gold shop, he saw Old Lady Lin rushing over: "Dasheng! Oh my! I finally found you. Your eldest brother was beaten up and is now in the medicine shop! Go check it out!"

Lin Dasheng stammered, "I... I have something else to do..."

"What could be more important than your elder brother? Hurry up and pay the money! Your elder brother is going to take the exam for the scholar, and he needs money for everything." Old Mrs. Lin shouted.

Lin Dasheng waved his hands and said, "Mom, I... I don't have any money..."

"No money? How could you be without money? Doesn't Bai Qian give you money every month?"

Lin Dasheng said: "Why would she care whether I live or die now?"

"No, you didn't have any money, but you still came to this gold shop, Dasheng! You have always been the one that mother loves the most!

Only you can understand my heart. I have always thought that as long as your brother takes a fancy to Xiucai, our good days will come.

You have a bright face, don't you?" Mrs. Lin looked at him and said.

Lin Dasheng hesitated for a long time, took out two taels of silver from his pocket and said:

"Mom, I only have two taels of silver. If you ask any more, I'll have nothing left.

I'm not doing well right now, and Bai Qian gave me these two taels of silver to buy things."

Old Lady Lin grabbed the silver and said, "She needs to be beaten. Beat her three times a day and she'll be quiet. Okay, go get busy!"

She took the two taels of silver and ran away. When Lin Dasheng returned home, he told Lin Zaozao, "Zaozao, I saw your grandmother on the road and gave her two taels of silver. She said she was going to save your father."

Lin Zao Zao sneered and said, "Don't hold your hopes for Lin Dachang. With someone like him, there's no way he can become a scholar."

"Hmm? He's a good student. If he passes the exam and becomes a scholar, then we..."

Lin Zao Zao sighed and said:

"Uncle, can you think about this? How much does a scholar spend in a year? Can he come up with that much money?

We can’t tell anyone about this right now. If anyone finds out, all our efforts will be wasted.”

Lin Dasheng nodded quickly and handed eight taels of silver to Lin Zaozao. Lin Zaozao took out two taels of silver and said:

“This is for my second uncle, and the next step is to wash those old clothes.

Let's spend some money to find someone to wash our old clothes."

Soon they found a woman nearby. The woman was very diligent and washed all the old clothes in just two days.

After making money, Lin Dasheng became more confident and went to purchase goods again. This time he ordered a bag of clothes weighing three taels and a bag of clothes weighing five taels.

Then after deducting the costs, he made another five taels of silver.

When they went to find Aunt Que again, Aunt Que waved her hand and said:

"How can people die every day? My business relies on luck.

I haven't encountered anything like this in the past few days, and the government has been cracking down on it lately, so I'll have to wait for a while."

Lin Zaozao started thinking about the storybooks again. The storybooks he used to kill time in the deep courtyard of the backyard in his previous life suddenly flooded into his mind.

Lin Zao Zao remembered very clearly the charming fox fairy, the sword-wielding knight, and the infatuated men and women who swore an oath under the moon.

She suddenly looked up, a fiery light in her eyes: "Second Uncle, let's write a storybook!"

"What? A storybook?" Lin Dasheng was confused. Why was this child so weird every day?

But he felt that this child must be different. He nodded and said, "Okay, then let's write storybooks to make money."

Lin Zao Zao said softly:

"Do you still remember the girls in the embroidery building in the west of the city who tore up their silk handkerchiefs in order to grab a copy of 'The Legend of the Heroine'?

Let's write something more exciting! I know how to write the most captivating scene, all we need is someone who can write..."