But this was ultimately too fast.
Song Tan thought for a moment, then called out, "Dad, there's not much down here, just a bit dirty. I'll clean it up first, wait a moment."
Her voice echoed in the cellar, then muffled as it traveled upward. Song Sancheng quickly responded and then breathed a sigh of relief.
Meanwhile, Song Tan looked around the sweet potato cellar, unable to find any small stones in the underground walls. She simply reached into her pocket, where there were eight glass beads that Qiaoqiao had given her that morning.
These weren't ordinary glass beads, but ones sealed with various colors and shapes of beautiful glass—when Song Tan played with marbles as a child, one of these could be traded for five ordinary ones!
