Gu Lingling was unaware of what was happening.
Under her meticulous care, Grandma Yao gradually regained her health.
Meanwhile, Yao Jingsong was kept at home by Gu Lingling for the past few days, not venturing out at all. Dongzi came over a few times, and seeing Jingsong reading books, he looked envious.
Gu Lingling saw this and invited him to join.
Dongzi’s family was not well-off; they had neither books nor notebooks. Gu Lingling took the two boys on a trip to the suburban recycling center, where, besides finding a few books, they stumbled upon quite a few good things.
seemingly unremarkable jar.
"What do you plan to do with this? Are you going to play with it or keep small fish inside?" Yao Jingsong stared at the unassuming, pitch-black jar for a long time and said.
Could she say it’s actually a chamber pot? The grandson of the recycling center’s manager treated it like a water jug, using it to splash water on his face and even drink from it, which Gu Lingling couldn’t stand.
She wanted to stop him, but as she took a closer look.
Good heavens, although the exterior looked pitch-black, if Gu Lingling wasn’t mistaken, one of the patterns might be a dragon scale?
The manager’s daughter-in-law glanced at it with interest and asked Gu Lingling if she wanted the water jug. "Don’t be fooled by its appearance; it’s perfect for growing flowers or a small crab."
Alright, Gu Lingling was truly tempted.
Although it’s a chamber pot, who knows, it might actually be something leaked from the Imperial Palace.
She spent a few cents to buy this thing, and Yao Jingsong was quite dissatisfied, suggesting that rather than raising fish, it’d be better to cook fish soup for him.
Gu Lingling gave him a sideways look and took the chamber pot to the backyard.
This item could not be taken back to the Gu Family, and it wasn’t the right time to take it out yet. She needed to think of a way to hide it first.
Despite her excitement, she’s very eager to go back and study it with Old Man Zhou.
In the backyard, Yao Zhenjiang was repairing his car, which had been with the Yao Family since the late 1950s, supposedly as a reward for Yao Zhenjiang’s merit, predating even Gu Lingling.
But over the years, it had become prone to faults.
"Grandpa, when I earn some money, I’ll buy you a new one," Gu Lingling said earnestly.
It was her heartfelt wish.
"As long as my granddaughter has this filial heart, I’m very pleased." Yao Zhenjiang smiled contentedly, "This old fellow can still serve a few more years."
"What is that thing?" Seeing the pitch-black item in Gu Lingling’s hand, Yao Zhenjiang raised an eyebrow and asked.
"I don’t know either; I just found it pleasing to the eye and brought it back," Gu Lingling replied, "Grandpa, is there any place at home where we can store these things?"
"It’s a chamber pot, isn’t it?" Although posing a question, Yao Zhenjiang’s tone was affirmative.
"Grandpa, I think it might be a treasure," Gu Lingling said mysteriously, "Take a look here..."
Pointing to the dragon’s head.
"You mischievous child," Yao Zhenjiang glanced around nervously for a moment, "Come with me."
Warmth surged in Gu Lingling’s heart. She knew the Yao Family had a discreet cellar, and if she hadn’t been reborn, she would have been just as unwilling as Yao Zhenjiang to bring things home.
But knowing that this movement would end in two years, and these things would translate into money later on, Gu Lingling was not willing to give up easily.
"You’re getting bolder, young girl," Yao Zhenjiang tapped Gu Lingling’s forehead, "Leave the item with me for now, and don’t tell anyone about it, okay?"
Gu Lingling, of course, agreed.
As for Yao Jingsong, in a few days, he was bound to forget about it anyway.
Specifically reminding him might actually spoil things.