Transmigrating to Book 50, others hoard rice, I hoard money

The spring rain is like silk, falling quietly, gently nourishing all things and bringing hope to everyone.

However, Yang Jinlin could not feel the joy of spring. He was anxious, shocked and scared, and didn't know what to do.

The money hidden in the dormitory and the office has been used up, but the blood-sucking worms around him are more difficult to deal with than each other. Yang Jinlin has no choice but to take the risk and go to the cemetery to get the money.

He was worried that someone was following him, so he picked up firewood near the cemetery every noon and gave it to the families of the martyrs. He did this for a week and only entered the cemetery after he was sure that there was no one following him.

The empty coffin made him think that he had gone to the wrong place. He confirmed the address again and again and rubbed his eyes a few times. Yang Jinlin almost scratched the coffin to pieces, but still found nothing.

Yang Jinlin fell to the ground. All the wealth he had accumulated over several years was gone!

Who stole his treasure?

Things won't disappear out of thin air, and Yang Jinlin doesn't believe it was the work of ghosts, it can only be man-made.

First of all, we have to rule out the public. If the things were discovered by the public, it would definitely be reported in the newspaper, and people would be sent to track down the owner behind the scenes. However, he has not received any news recently, and no one has investigated or arrested him.

So Yang Jinlin firmly believed that his treasure had been stolen.

Although I don't know how that person found this place, as long as he is caught, everything will be revealed, and maybe his treasure can be recovered.

There was so much money in the coffin, including several antique vases. It was impossible for one person to take it away. Either three or five people would work together, or a car would be needed to haul it. Yang Jinlin wanted to find some clues to find the thief.

If he knew who was so bold as to steal his things, he would make that person's life a living hell!

Yang Jinlin carefully checked the cemetery inside and out and found no strange footprints or signs of cargo being transported.

Could it be that he arrived too late and all traces were washed away by the rain?

Yang Jinlin couldn't find any useful clues and walked home in a daze.

Perhaps it was because he was too worried or because he was caught in the rain, but Yang Jinlin fell ill.

He didn't like the smell of hospital disinfectant, so he didn't go to the hospital. He just took two days off and rested in the dormitory.

Feng Qiaolan has been feeling unwell recently and has been retching frequently. Having given birth to two children, she knows that she is most likely pregnant.

During this period, she and Yang Jinlin went to the hotel often, and her health has always been good, so it should not be difficult for her to get pregnant.

Feng Qiaolan was very happy because she had a child with her beloved man. She wanted to tell Yang Jinlin the good news, only to find out that he had taken leave.

Feng Qiaolan went to the dormitory to find Yang Jinlin. Seeing that his face was red and he was dazed, she hurriedly touched his forehead and said, "Oh, you have a fever!"

Feng Qiaolan immediately carried Yang Jinlin to the nearest health center.

After an injection and taking some medicine, Yang Jinlin's fever subsided. When he woke up, he saw Feng Qiaolan sleeping beside the bed.

I wanted to cover her with a coat, but when I moved, Feng Qiaolan woke up.

"You're finally awake. You were unconscious for a whole day and night. I was almost scared to death!"

Yang Jinlin gently took Feng Qiaolan's hand and said with a faint smile: "I'm sorry for making you worry. Thank you for taking care of me all the time."

"It's so awkward to say this between us."

Feng Qiaolan glanced outside the door and saw that no one was coming. She pulled Yang Jinlin's hand to her belly and said in a low voice with difficulty hiding her happiness: "I have a child, yours."

Yang Jinlin only felt as if a bolt of lightning struck his head, blowing his internal organs to pieces.

He kind of regretted waking up.

Feng Qiaolan saw that Yang Jinlin did not show the joy of being a father, but instead had a look of disbelief, as if she was lying, and said sadly: "This child is really yours, I didn't lie to you, after my late husband passed away, you are my only man."

Yang Jinlin gradually came back to his senses, and his mind changed, from initial fear to surprise. This child came at the perfect time, and he and the Feng family could never be separated again!

Yang Jinlin held Feng Qiaolan's hand tightly and said sadly: "That's not what I meant. I'm very happy that you are pregnant with my child. It's just that our marriage report has not been approved yet. I asked and they said it is still under review and asked me not to worry.

But the marriage reports of other colleagues, who submitted them later than mine, were all approved, but mine has not been approved, and I don’t know why.

If the marriage report is not approved, we cannot get a marriage certificate. Without a marriage certificate, the child's origins are unknown. I don't want him to bear the reputation of being an illegitimate child."

Feng Qiaolan knew that it must be her father who was trying to stop her from marrying Yang Jinlin.

Ever since my dad said he wanted to cut off ties with me, he hasn't spoken a word to me. Even when I went home, he pretended not to see me.

Mom tried to persuade her, but it was no use.

If she had not been pregnant, she would have accepted whatever attitude her father had, after all, she was the one who was unfilial first.

But the baby in my belly is fine and cannot be called an illegitimate child or a bastard.

Feng Qiaolan said: "Don't worry about the marriage report. I will go to my mother later and ask her to talk to my father. As long as my father comes forward, all problems can be solved."

Yang Jinlin said happily: "Really? I really hope that our marriage report will be approved soon, so that we can get a marriage certificate, live together legitimately, and watch our children be born and grow up."

Feng Qiaolan's heart was filled with honey, and she smiled and said, "With a good father like you, our child will definitely be the happiest child in the world."

Yang Jinlin's condition is not serious, he just has a fever and a slight cough. Once he wakes up, he can go home to recuperate, and the vacant bed can be vacated for other patients.

After examining his body, the doctor prescribed him some antipyretic medicine "Analgin" and asked him to take it at home. Then he completed the discharge procedures for him.

Feng Qiaolan accompanied Yang Jinlin back to the dormitory. After helping him pour water and take medicine, she went to find Li Guizhi.

"What are you talking about? You are pregnant with Yang Jinlin's child?!" Li Guizhi was stunned by the news.

Feng Qiaolan held Li Guizhi's hand and begged, "Mom, Jinlin and I are truly in love, and now we have a child, but our marriage report has not been approved yet. Can you help us?"

Li Guizhi shook off Feng Qiaolan's hand, and said helplessly and angrily: "Since you knew that the marriage report was not approved, why did you still do such a shameful thing? If this gets out, how will you live? Where will you and your father put your face?"

Feng Qiaolan: "If it was approved normally, Jinlin and I's marriage report would have come down long ago. It's only because of my dad's interference that it's been stuck."

Li Guizhi: "Your father is doing that for your own good. The Yang family is not a good place to live. Why don't you listen to him?"

Feng Qiaolan: "But I just like Yang Jinlin and want to be with him. Mom, can you help us? If not for anything else, for the sake of your little grandson and the Feng family's reputation, you have to help me."

"Oh!" Li Guizhi sighed heavily.

"You go back first. When your father comes back, I will have a good talk with him and see if I can convince him."

"Thank you mom!"