And part of it was their family tree. This tree was said to be planted by Tang Zhinian's grandfather a hundred years ago. The tree was tall and sturdy, with its trunk split at points that were big enough to serve as a bed, comfortable enough for a person to sleep in.
Tang Yuxin had secretly wrapped up all the important items at home in plastic and asked her uncle to store them in the tree. Apart from clothes, she also saved Chen Zhong's cherished books. She brought back a few more whenever she had the chance. As for the other books, she kept them in mind. It was impossible to save all of them, only the ones that mattered most could be rescued.
One night, as Tang Yuxin was falling asleep, she vaguely heard the conversation between the two Tang brothers. Rubbing her eyes, she listened closely.
"Brother, why have you withdrawn all the money?"
Tang Zhijun looked at the sum of money and felt afraid. What if the money got lost? This was all their family fortune.
