novelraw Chapter 21 So the dog that bites is hiding in the back without barking!
Chapter 21 So the dog that bites is hiding in the back without barking!
"Big sister, Fan Yaqing came to see you. After she left, I found this and stuffed it into my pants..."
The fifth brother, Yu Han, pulled a letter from his trousers. It was written in English. However, the few words and grammatical errors made it clear that the letter was a forgery by an idiot.
"Haha! Yuhan is so smart!" Tong Yuheng hugged his fifth sister, who was only twelve and a half years old, and patted her head, saying:
"Someone's got their eyes on our family. Ever since Dad sacrificed his life, people have been eyeing our jobs, his pension, and us daughters—we'll all grow up and bring in a lot of dowry..."
Tong Yuheng stopped hiding things and told her sisters in detail about everything that had happened during this period, as well as her mother's and her family's plan to go to the countryside.
"Our family has a very high social standing, but I have to tell you, I dare not say about our ancestors, but ever since our great-grandmother, our family has always done good deeds and accumulated virtue."
You've all seen the donation records of our great-grandmother. Our grandfather treated the sick and saved lives from a young age, donating medical care and medicine. He never did anything wrong.
Our mother is a student at Yenching University, so it's normal for her to speak English. She's never had any contact with foreigners. This letter is forged; Fan Yaqing is the one trying to frame us!
"Big sister, she's too wicked! No way, I'm going to put a sack over her head tonight!" Yu Ling and Yu Long, as if on the same wavelength, said in unison!
"Not today, let's wait a few days. If she gets beaten today, wouldn't that be obviously telling people that we did it?" Yu Yao thought the twins weren't as clever as the fifth one.
"Today is really not a good day. You guys cook at home, I'll go pick up Mom..."
Tong Yuheng stepped out of the house, a smile playing on her lips, thinking to herself: "This old lady will not rest until the next day to seek revenge, today is the perfect time!"
On the way, they ran into Tong Jiahui returning. Deputy Factory Director Zhang called Fan Dayong over and asked him to apologize to Tong Jiahui.
Fan Dayong himself did not participate in the search. He had his daughter write that letter in English in order to take the opportunity to detain Tong Jiahui and then threaten her to tell him where the family's valuables were hidden.
He already knew there couldn't be any treasures in Tong Jiahui's place. But the letter wasn't found either, which was a bit strange. Could it be that the young girls in the Tong family saw it and destroyed the evidence?
Fan Dayong was thick-skinned. He sincerely apologized, saying it was his duty and he had to search after receiving a report. Deputy Factory Director Zhang couldn't punish him, so the matter was dropped.
After nightfall, Tong Yuheng closed his door and went into his space to tend to the fields.
The radishes and potatoes I planted earlier are actually ready to be harvested. I calculated that the ratio of the harvest time inside the space to the normal harvest time outside is one to ten.
In other words, the radishes and potatoes that should have matured in two or three months matured in just over a week in the space. She contributed all the mature radishes and potatoes inside to charge the space's energy.
The space hadn't changed much. She went to check out the other rooms in the farmhouse and unlocked a few medicinal herb seeds. Thinking they might come in handy, she planted them in the small plot of land she had just expanded.
To her greatest surprise, she could actually see the ancient martial arts techniques in the training room, and she could start practicing them!
After a moment of excitement, he remembered that he still had things to do today, so he put on his homemade "night clothes," quietly left home, and headed straight for Fan Dayong's house in another residential area!
It was only a little past 10 p.m., and the factory's residential compound was already quiet.
Tong Yuheng quickly crossed the strip of parkland and arrived at Fan Yaqing's house. She quietly climbed over the wall and instantly entered the Xuan Yu space.
The Fan family's courtyard was the same size as the Tong family's. In addition to a small kitchen near the door, there was also a storage room of about four or five square meters.
Tong Yuheng searched the area but found no place to hide valuables.
The Fan couple lived in the front room on the left, Fan Yaqing lived in the back room, and there was a spacious living room on the right.
Fan Yaqing's brother, Fan Aiguo, had recently gotten married and applied for a dormitory room at the factory with his wife, and moved out to live there.
Tong Yuheng noticed that Fan Dayong and his wife were still awake, chatting in the dark.
She crept over quietly and eavesdropped under the window. Since she could hear outside sounds from inside the room, it didn't matter how long she squatted there; otherwise, she'd freeze to death in this freezing weather.
Fan Dayong's wife is named Sun Xianglan. She is a petite woman with fair skin and is quite pretty.
Compared to her mother, Fan Yaqing is less attractive; one could say that her ugly father dragged down her overall appearance.
"What's going on today? Did it not work out again? Is Tong Jiahui really that difficult to deal with?" The woman's voice was soft, but it carried a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Who knows? Yaqing clearly said she put that letter under her eldest daughter's pillow, but we just couldn't find it!" Fan Dayong said regretfully.
"Those little girls in their family are all very clever; who knows, maybe one of them saw it and burned it?"
"Hmph! If that's the case, I'm afraid Yaqing will never be able to set foot in her house again! What should we do then? Honey, do you think the Tong family really has a lot of money that they've hidden away?"
Fan Dayong seemed somewhat uncertain about this statement. If the Tong family was wealthy, they had never spent money extravagantly; their food, clothing, and daily necessities were all within reasonable limits.
"How could they not have? You really believe they donated all their money? My grandfather has seen how rich Granny Tong is. She's brought out all sorts of treasures more than once. Those small and big yellow croakers were packed in boxes!" The woman's voice was filled with envy and jealousy.
"So, does that mean Grandpa was a shopkeeper trusted by Old Lady Tong? He had no idea where that old hag hid the things?" Fan Dayong muttered to himself.
"Isn't that obvious? If he knew, would he still have kept thinking about it for so many years, unable to let go even on his deathbed?"
Sun Xianglan said disdainfully, "Hmph! I don't know if he can't let go of the gold or that old hag from the Tong family!"
Listening from the window, Tong Yuheng thought to himself: Wow, these two families have quite a deep connection from their ancestors! How come I didn't know that Sun Xianglan's grandfather was also a subordinate of the Tong family?
Sun Xianglan's grandfather had worked for the Tong family before, and later lived with Old Madam Tong, but by then the Tong family had gradually declined. Tong Yuheng thought this was all Fan Dayong's doing; it turns out the vicious dog was hiding behind the scenes without barking!
"Wasn't Grandma Tong very beautiful when she was young? Doesn't Tong Jiahui look like her?"
"Tch! She has a typical Manchu face from outside the Great Wall, at most she's not ugly! But that air of arrogance she's had since childhood is hard to take away."
Tong Jiahui looks more like her mother, who is Han Chinese and incredibly beautiful. I bet she was redeemed from some brothel. Old Mrs. Tong doesn't really like her!