There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

Zhang Guoqing smiled after seeing off the old man Liu, and the other side was gone. This old man is a real ghost, he needs to store food now. Really sensible.

He hasn't seen the living room yet, he has heard Zhou Jiao educating children.

"Forget it, my son knew it was wrong. Right, my son? In the future, other people's things must be approved before they can be moved, right?"

"Grandpa told Dad. I heard it."

Zhang Guoqing heard this and squatted in front of Ping An, and touched him, "You are still young and don't understand. He wants his father to exchange a lot of food at home for him. Dad can't let Ping An and his mother get hungry, can't he? Dad disagrees. , I must return it to Grandpa."

Hearing this, Ping Ping handed him the box reluctantly, "Dad returned it to Grandpa. I don't want it anymore."

Zhang Guoqing laughed loudly, "Really obedient. This time the grandpa said to give the box to safety, you put it away. I remember that you can't ask for other people's things in the future.

Zhou Jiao was by the side, shaking her head as she watched, "I don't know if this box is clean, I will wash it for safe play."

"No. You accompany the child and I will wash it. You said there is something strange about this broken bird, and it can make my son blue eyes. It's really weird. Last time the music box was so fun, he didn't rush to ask for it." Zhang Guoqing picked up the box and looked at it, just about to turn around and walk out...

"Dad, it's not a broken bird. He can sing."

Zhang Guoqing immediately looked at the box in his hand, "Son, did you hear it singing?"

Zhou Jiao paled when he saw him, knowing that he was thinking too much. She knew that the child she had taught was probably Phoenix holding his head up, and he thought he wanted to sing.

Sure enough, Ping An learned the posture of the phoenix, raising his head very high, didn't he just want to sing?

Zhang Guoqing sighed and patted his heart, really scaring him to death. Also as to why the fantasy happened. Since there was room, he found that some things in this world could no longer be inferred by common sense.

Zhou Jiao couldn't see the surprise at once, and brought water in person, indicating that he could put the box in.

Zhang Guoqing smiled and shook his head, because his son had to make him pay attention.

He put the box in the water, and soon, he reached out and took it out, which would look at the whole box very seriously-found that it was really ordinary wood.

He did not believe in evil and put it in the water again.

Zhou Jiao stepped forward curiously and shook her head. Nothing unusual!

Zhang Guoqing picked up the box again, tapped it on all sides with his fingers, and found that it was still normal. He frowned tightly and squatted aside thinking deeply.

At this moment, Zhou Jiao knew there must be something unusual. She hurried close to him and looked at the wooden box. After a while, nothing was found abnormal, isn't it just the box?

She looked at Ping An uneasy and couldn't help laughing when he saw him staring at both of them with wide eyes.

"Jiaojiao, don't laugh first. You can help me think about it, what kind of wood will make the sound of bubbles in the water?"

Zhou Jiao immediately reduced her smile, took the box, and shook her head, "Did you hear the sound of bubbles? Could it be that the sound of rain outside was wrong? You try again."

Zhang Guoqing motioned to her to put it in the water.

Now he couldn't even sit still, and ran over and squatted beside them. The child couldn't understand it, and giggled happily, thinking of playing games together.

Zhang Guoqing motioned to him to stop speaking, lowered his head and listened carefully, and found that there was a sound, which he heard right.

This time he took it out without hesitation, wiped it clean with a cloth, and put it on the coffee table.

"Peace, dad wants to take it apart, okay?"

"I want a bird."

"Birds will. Dad be careful. Don't cry if the box is broken?"

Zhou Jiao couldn't see him working hard, "Open it and close it again. You can't pretend to find the second brother."

Zhang Guoqing's eyes lit up, and he returned to the cabinet and took out the dagger. After a while, the entire box was violently removed by him. After observing piece by piece, he finally found an abnormality.

After scraping the resin and removing the glue, there was a black hole as thick as a nail. He was so happy that he immediately raised his head and looked at Zhou Jiao triumphantly.

Zhou Jiao took out a pair of tweezers and handed it to him.

After a while, Zhang Guoqing pulled out a piece of silk with tweezers. He wiped his hands clean, picked up the silk, and found that it was a painting half a handkerchief.

Zhang Guoqing handed the painting to Zhou Jiao, rubbed his numb legs, picked up his son, and took Zhou Jiao back to the bedroom. After thinking about it, he was worried, went out to clean up, and took the whole box of wood chips with a handkerchief. This box has to be restored to its original state, who knows if Mr. Liu will return it on a whim.

On the master bedroom Kang, Zhou Jiao puts the painting on the Kang table. She couldn't see where the painting was. But this hand is very wonderful, and it also uses valuable silk. I think there must be a secret.

Zhang Guoqing came in and looked up a few times, "The painting is hidden first. I can guess where and who painted this painting."

Zhou Jiao collected her son and looked at Zhang Guoqing.

Zhang Guoqing frowned slightly, he glanced at Ping An, and whispered: "Son, if someone asks you about the box, you must not tell anyone, you know?"

Ping An blinked and nodded.

"After saying that, I will never see my parents again, and many people will come to our house to grab things."

Seeing the child keep nodding, Zhou Jiao touched his head, "Stop talking, the more you talk, the more serious you are, and be careful to scare the child. We are very safe, and if we don't tell others, we won't tell others."

"Well, I didn't even tell my grandparents."

Zhou Jiao winked at Zhang Guoqing and told him not to talk about it~www.novelmtl.com~ She went outside to serve a bowl of milk, fed the child to drink, and coaxed him to take a nap.

Zhang Guoqing leaned on the kang, holding a book, looking at the mother and son absently. Secretly wondering how things would reach Old Man Liu. He secretly rejoiced that he had just rejected the old man. It seems that Wang Wanwan had an accident at the time, and there was some inside story behind him.

Seeing her son asleep, Zhou Jiao patted Zhang Guoqing.

Zhou Guoqing frowned slightly, "Jiaojiao, this matter is a bit complicated. Do you still remember the county king million million. Why do you say things are in the hands of Old Man Liu?"

"Don't worry about Old Man Liu. He must not know, or he will give out the box?"

"Then Wang Wanwan's sons and daughters are still not in the world? Why are the two elders dead and there is no movement abroad? So many properties have moved over, so you can change their status and return to the country to take a look."

Zhou Jiao chuckled, "How do you know that they haven't come back? Maybe they've come back secretly. Okay, don't think about these things that have nothing to do with us. You tell me what this picture means first?"

Zhang Guoqing was relieved when she said that, and said with a smile: "This picture is probably the treasure map of the Wang family that those people looked for before. This picture should be painted by Mrs. Wang. I have taken you to this place, away from the Mid-Levels Taoist Temple. Not far away. There was a legend that Wang Wanwan likes to go to Taoist fortune telling the most."

Zhou Jiao pondered for a while, "Whether it’s a treasure map or not, let’s go and see it. Someone got it. If you don’t guess wrong, this picture should be left to the descendants of the Wang family, and it’s somehow lost. We won’t find it, the Wang family. I can't find it either."

Zhang Guoqing smiled and nodded, "Okay. But you may be disappointed. The Wang family's wealth has been transferred long ago, and there is nothing good to stay in the country."

Zhou Jiao doesn't mind. She is not short of money, just curious. What is it that allows the hostess to hide so carefully?