Leisurely mountain village

Grandpa opened the package, took out several boxes, and opened them one by one. Ye Huan had seen them all before, and Grandpa had shown them to him, but only to him.

"Try not to show this one. It's a wild rhinoceros horn, whole. You know its effects. Keep it safe." Grandpa closed the box again and handed it to Ye Huan.

Ye Huan looked at his grandfather with a puzzled expression. "It's time to hand these treasures over to you. You must cherish them." His grandfather smiled and said this when he saw him like this.

"Oh? Grandpa, it's still early," Ye Huan said.

"It's alright, it'll be handed over to you sooner or later anyway. Now that you're back, and you're not going out anymore, let's do it today." Grandpa smiled and opened another box.

"This is bear bile, you know what it is, keep it safe." He closed the box and handed it to Ye Huan.

“This ginseng is much inferior to yours, but it’s still over 400 years old. Many people have asked for it, but I’ve refused them all. This was left for you to settle down. You don’t need it anymore, haha, my grandson can earn money on his own now. Just keep it.”

“This is an ancient jade piece. Back in 1940, an ancient tomb was washed out by a flash flood in the mountains. Your great-grandfather retrieved it. I’ve looked it up; it’s probably the tomb of a prince from the Han Dynasty. Keep it as a souvenir.”

"This is a piece of jade that we traded for the slices of that ginseng we just cut. They said it's called something like 'glassy imperial green,' but I don't know anything about it. They desperately needed good ginseng to save their lives, so they came to me for help. I cut eight slices of that wild ginseng for them. Here you go!"

Ye Huan stared at the fist-sized piece of glass-type jade. He had no idea his grandfather owned such a thing. How much would it cost? Good heavens! Was he already a third-generation rich kid? Oh my god!

A skyscraper rises from the ground, and the real boss is myself?!

Even if Ye Huan didn't understand, he knew what glass-type jadeite represented. It had appeared too many times in online novels, and people would dare to ask for a small amount of money for a tiny piece.

"You know about tiger skin and tiger penis, just keep it safe. As for that jar of tiger bone wine, I've mixed it with a lot of precious medicinal herbs. I've been drinking it all along. The jar is in my secret room, just remember it."

"Yes, Grandpa, drink slowly. That stuff is really good." Ye Huan nodded. He knew about the half tiger bone; it was used to make wine for his grandfather. The other half was sold by his grandfather when his aunt and the others wanted to settle down in the city.

So the grandfather didn't owe his daughter anything at all. Half a tiger bone weighs over ten pounds, and it's easy to sell for tens of thousands of yuan per pound.

"These two bottles are for treating internal and external injuries. You often go into the mountains, so keep them safe. Good medicinal herbs are scarce now, so these are even more precious," Grandpa said to his grandson, pointing to the two bottles.

"Yes, I know." Ye Huan nodded.

"There are some leopard skins, deer antlers, deer penises, dog gallstones, and bezoars in that secret room. They're not worth much. If someone wants them later, we can sell them." Grandpa has come to terms with it now; his eldest grandson is very capable.

Moreover, his grandson wouldn't have to worry about that 800-year-old wild ginseng, so he didn't mind letting his grandson handle some things.

"Keep it if you don't need the money. It'll be hard to get these things again later," Ye Huan said with a smile. He wasn't short of money now, so why would he sell them?

He even plans to plant that 780-year-old wild ginseng in the spiritual spring space, which might become a true thousand-year-old wild ginseng in the future.

There's still a huge section over 400 years old, that's enough. He's not stupid. It's easy to sell so many good things, but it's hard to collect them all again. People are so shrewd these days.

"Okay, you decide for yourself." Grandpa said happily. Although he said he would sell it, he was actually reluctant to part with it.

"Don't worry, Grandpa, our family will never be short of money again. We can keep the good stuff as family heirlooms. If we really need money, selling that jade will be enough," Ye Huan said with a smile.

"Oh? That broken stone is very valuable?" Grandpa asked.

"Well, I don't know the exact amount, but ten million is definitely no problem." Ye Huan laughed. A broken stone? Haha.

"My goodness, what kind of broken stone is worth millions?" Grandpa was also shocked. If he had known it was so valuable, he would have sold it long ago and instead of letting his eldest grandson suffer for so many years.

The old man cried for the first time because he was so stupid.

“Hmm, jade. Rich people like this stuff. It’s useless to us. I’d rather have gold,” Ye Huan said with a smile.

“Alright, then find a chance to sell it and buy gold. Give me some then, and I’ll give some to your aunt so she won’t nag me all the time about spoiling my grandson and neglecting my grandson-in-law,” the old man said.

Ye Huan nodded. Although it wouldn't be split equally, he didn't mind if his grandfather gave a portion to his aunt's family. His grandfather's pampering of him was his business, and as a junior, he didn't need to cause trouble with his aunt's family over this.

Moreover, Grandpa didn't mistreat their family. He even paid for the house. In comparison, not to mention this treasure, before Ye Huan came back, his parents had never received hundreds of thousands or millions from Grandpa.

They still take care of their father-in-law without complaint. Of course, they know that the old man has many treasures, which are all left to their sons.

After Ye Huan's aunt's family bought the house, they stopped nagging. People should be content; if they aren't, the old man will beat them until they are. Ye Huan was confident of that. Haha.

He couldn't help but laugh when he thought about it. Why did his uncle's whole family move to the city? It was because they were terrified of being beaten by the old man.

"Okay, I'll check the market prices later, so I don't get ripped off," Ye Huan said with a smile. As for gold, he'd buy it slowly; it's always a good thing, much safer than stones.

Besides Ye Yingying and her best friend who had called him before, the only other wealthy person he knew was his college classmate Chen Xixi. They knew her family was rich when they were in school, but Ye Huan didn't know how much, since Chen Xixi was from Jiangsu Province.

"I'll ask Miss Ye and the others when I have time. They should be richer by comparison." Ye Huan put the things away. His grandfather had handed over the family fortune to him; this was a legacy.

After Grandpa finished explaining what was in the box, he tied the package up and handed it to his eldest grandson. That was it; the handover was complete. He felt at ease leaving these treasures with his grandson.

Ye Huan carried the package upstairs as usual, then put the things in the thatched hut in her space. She would tidy it up when she had time. Later, she would have someone build a treasure cabinet specifically for storing these treasures.

Now Ye Huan understands that it's best to keep good things in your own hands, unless you're really out of money, in which case there's nothing you can do, people have to survive.

Although he is not financially independent now, once he sells that "broken stone," he will probably not be short of money anymore, and he can truly enjoy life from now on.