The game starts with escaping from the famine and flipping the table

Is this his mother?

Su Qingzhu broke free from Old Lady Zhao's embrace and looked at the energetic Old Lady Zhao in front of her, her hair disheveled in the wind.

This, this person who looks younger than me, is she really his mother?

Su Yueli and Su Yuening were equally stunned.

Could this middle-aged woman who looks too young be their grandmother?

She looks younger than their mother!

In my memory, my grandmother had a hunched back and her face was full of wrinkles. How could she be the energetic middle-aged woman in front of me?

Old Mrs. Zhao was also stunned when she saw her son and two grandsons who were obviously drained of their bodies by alcohol and sex.

Forget about my son. His health wasn’t that good before, and it’s only getting worse now.

But, how could my grandson’s body be drained at such a young age?

This is the case, the upper beam is crooked and the lower beams are crooked.

Old Mrs. Zhao had mixed feelings for a while. She shouldn't have spoiled her two grandsons, Su Yueli and Su Yuening, too much. She should have taught them well.

After all, in their family, there are only these two grandsons to continue the family line.

The second brother's family, both legally and morally, are already the descendants of the second branch, and they are continuing Su Yunnuo's bloodline.

She opened her mouth, but couldn't say anything.

Forget it, let’s talk about it when we get home.

Old Mrs. Zhao welcomed Su Qingzhu and the other two back to the courtyard where she lived.

Looking at Old Mrs. Zhao's yard, it was actually much bigger than the one they lived in in Kyoto.

Except for the stone walls, everything else is more elegant than those houses in Kyoto.

Elegant?

How can this be?

In the impression of Su Qingzhu and his two sons, Old Lady Zhao was just an ignorant and stupid woman from the countryside. Apart from her aggressive temper, she would argue about what food to eat, how to distribute it, and how to save money every day...

As for flowers and plants, which are things that cultivate one's sentiments, Old Mrs. Zhao would step on them as she passed by without even frowning.

No matter how beautiful the flowers and plants are, can they be as fragrant as wild vegetables?

Can you eat?

But what’s going on with the fragrance of flowers filling the yard?

Many flowers are worth a fortune in Kyoto. Su Qingzhu and his two sons were fortunate enough to see them when they attended a banquet hosted by Kyoto nobles.

If they take one or two plants with them when they leave, they will become rich.

Old Mrs. Zhao looked at her son and grandson, who were shaking with excitement, in surprise and was completely confused.

What's going on here?

It was as if he suddenly had a epilepsy.

The King of the Piranha Plants wrapped around Old Lady Zhao's wrist and subconsciously observed Su Qingzhu and his two sons. Are these the master's son and grandson?

Why do they feel so different from the master's other sons and grandsons? They don't look like a family at all.

Ugh!

Is this what humans mean when they say good bamboo produces bad shoots?

After entering the living room, Su Qingzhu, his father and his son became uneasy.

This, this room full of mahogany furniture, is it real?

Although Su Qingzhu and his two sons could not tell the exact age of the mahogany, it was definitely at least a hundred years old.

Centennial redwood!

hiss!

When did mom (grandmother) get rich?

It's incredible.

No, when they leave, they have to take all these things with them. As long as they bring all these things back to the capital, they will make a fortune.

As long as he sold it casually, he could exchange it for a large house with three courtyards in a prosperous area of ​​Beijing.

As for those antiques and calligraphy and paintings that I like, I could only look at them before because I was short of money. Now, I can buy them home and play with them slowly.

Really fragrant!

Ah!

With so much silver, we can redeem Mudan (Xian'er, Jiao'er).

……

For a moment, Su Qingzhu and his two sons had bright eyes as they imagined a wonderful life in the future.

These are all theirs.

When Old Mrs. Zhao looked at her greedy eldest son and two grandsons, her heart suddenly felt as if a bucket of cold water was poured over her head, chilling her completely.

Old Mrs. Zhao stretched out her hand and gently pressed on her chest. There was a hole there, letting in air...

Su Qingzhu and his son were still looking at their "property", calculating how much each item could be worth...