Rebirth Era's Petite Wife

Chapter 679 676 Box in Box

Everyone in the Han family was quite satisfied with Shen Jiao's understanding, so they stopped paying attention to Shen Jiao, and all looked at Shimen without blinking their eyelids, for fear of missing the secret that could only be solved in hundreds of years.

Han Qixiu was also infected by the tense atmosphere, his expression became very serious, he looked at Mr. Han, waiting for his instructions.

Mr. Han took out a piece of broken tile and scraped off the moss on the stone gate, revealing the true appearance of the stone gate, which was very plain, not engraved with complicated patterns or formations as depicted in the novel, It is a very ordinary stone gate.

However, there are two extremely small pits on the stone gate, which look very strange. They look like slap marks, lined up on the left and right. Apart from these two slap marks, there is no other device on the stone gate. No.

"I don't even have a lock, how can I get in through this door?" Someone shouted.

The others also followed suit, showing puzzled expressions. Many of these people saw Shimen's true face for the first time, and their fiery hearts suddenly turned cold.

The door is as tightly closed as a clam shell, why let them in?
All of a sudden, there was a lot of voices in front of Shimen, and everyone became restless. Without saying a word, Shen Jiao retreated to the passageway, clinging to the wall, and Han Sili stood next to him. Han Qixiu asked him to protect Shen Jiao carefully. Dare to relax, for fear of not completing the task assigned by my uncle.

Mr. Han just glanced at it lightly, and everyone immediately fell silent, not daring to speak out.

"Qi Xiu, put Yuanyuan's left hand and strong right hand into these two pits." The old man said.

Han Qixiu raised the little guy's paw as he said, and put Yuanyuan's left hand into the hole on the left first. It was neither too big nor too small, and it just fit into Yuanyuan's paw.

Yuanyuan seemed to be very curious about this stone gate, and kept beating on the stone gate, not being honest at all, so Han Qixiu had to press Yuanyuan's paw with his hand, and then stuffed his strong right hand into the pit. Zhuang Zhuang is more restless and more troublesome than his brother.

Han Qixiu was so angry that he pressed both paws into the pit at the same time, he didn't dare to use too much force, for fear of hurting the child's bones, it took him a long time to get it right.

Two little paws, one black and one white, pressed into the pit, but there was no response...

The people of the Han clan were all disappointed, some whispered sarcastic remarks, Han Qiguang walked over to kick the person who spoke, and immediately became quiet again.

'kakaka'

Shen Jiao heard a very slight rattling sound, like a wooden box that had been stored in the warehouse for many years, and would make this rattling sound when it was opened one day.

The sound of Kaka became louder and louder, and finally everyone heard it, and everyone was surprised, did this open the door?
Shen Jiao was secretly startled, why could this stone gate be opened only with round and strong palm prints?

As far as she knows, this craft of opening the door with palm prints was created by Master Lu Ban, but it has been lost many years ago. In her previous life, her grandfather wanted to find Lu Ban's descendants to build a secret room, but he couldn't find it after decades of searching. I can't help but let it go.

Is the stone gate of the Han family ancestral hall built by Lu Ban's descendants?

But how could the descendants of Luban know what round and strong palms looked like hundreds of years ago?

The more Shen Jiao thought about it, the more frightened she became, and she became even more curious about the things hidden in the stone gate. What kind of treasure was it that caused the ancestors of the Han family to take so much trouble and make it so mysterious?
The opening time of the stone gate was relatively slow, and it took a quarter of an hour to open it. It was naturally dark inside, but there was no strange smell coming out, and the air was still very fresh.

Mr. Han strode in, followed by Han Qixiu, holding Yuanyuan Zhuangzhuang in his arms, and the others followed into the room.

Shen Jiao was also very itchy, so she said to Han Sili: "Li Yazi, go in and have a look!"

Han Sili suppressed his heartbeat and shook his head firmly: "No, my uncle asked me to guard you."

Shen Jiao wanted to persuade him again, but saw that all the members of the Han clan had come out, they were all younger people, at least half of them had come out, Shen Jiao roughly counted and knew that there would not be more than ten people staying inside.

"Why did they come out?" Han Sili asked curiously.

How did Shen Jiao know, she poked Han Sili, and pouted at those people, Han Sili understood, trotted over to grab someone and chatted with them in a low voice, and came back after a while.

"Little uncle, I asked Uncle Twelfth, and he said that the room was too small for so many people to stand up, so little uncle let them out." Han Sili said with a smile.

'puff'

Shen Jiao couldn't help laughing, no wonder the expressions of these people were so strange, as if they were constipated.

But she is even more strange. She can only stand in a room of ten people. Thinking about it, it won't be too big. It can hold two boxes at most, right?
Even if the two boxes are full of gold bricks, I'm afraid there won't be many, right?

It took so much effort to hide two boxes of gold bricks?

Shen Jiao quickly rejected this idea, the two boxes of gold bricks could not even afford the wages of Lu Ban's descendants, there is absolutely no way they could be these worldly treasures!

At this moment, in the room where Shen Jiao and the others were itching unbearably, the expressions of Mr. Han and the others were also very tangled. The room was indeed small, and it was still a bit crowded for ten people to stand.

And there are no boxes in the room, but there is a desk, on which there is a small wooden box, made of golden nanmu, half a foot square, and the box is about an inch thick, and it doesn't look like it can hold much.

Apart from this wooden box, there is nothing else in the room, it is empty, no wonder these people have such strange expressions!

After spending so much effort, there is only such a small wooden box that can't hold much. How can this make them feel embarrassed?
Mr. Han bowed three times to the wooden box, and took down the box respectfully. The box was old and had a thick layer of dust accumulated on it. Mr. Han brushed off the dust on the box, revealing the lid carved with exquisite patterns.

"Uncle, what treasure is in here?" Han Qiguang couldn't help asking.

"What's the rush? Have you practiced Qigong for so many years?"

Mr. Han gave him a blank look, but his slightly trembling paws betrayed his restless heart. Han Qiguang held his breath and did not dare to speak out. He secretly cursed, don't shake your hands!
'click'

The box was not locked, the old man just pushed it lightly, and the lid popped open, revealing the true content inside——

A light brown parchment book with the words 'Han Gong's suicide note' written on the cover, the old man put the box back on the desk, bowed down to the box, and the others followed suit.

"My ancestors, please be respected by Han Qingye!"

Mr. Han respectfully kowtowed three times, then got up and picked up the wooden box, and took out the parchment book, but there was a smaller wooden box under the book, which was also made of nanmu.

"Uncle, why is there a box here?"

Han Qiguang was very surprised. This box contains boxes. Is the ancestor playing a horse trick?
　Third, what's in the box?Want to know?Take your time!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)