Shi Jinrou sneaked back to her bedroom like a thief. After hiding her bag, she slipped back to Xizhuyuan.

Ishihara Hashi had already taken a shower. Shi Jinru chatted with Ishihara Hashi as if nothing had happened. After that, the father and daughter went back to their rooms to rest.

Shi Jinrou asked Xiao Lian to take care of her washing up, then went to bed, leaned half against the head of the bed, picked up the travel notes she had been reading for the past two days, and then said to Xiao Lian: "Xiao Lian, move the lamp to the head of the bed. I'll read the book for a while before going to bed. You don't have to serve her anymore, go back to sleep."

Xiao Lian glanced at Shi Jinrou, moved the lamp over, and then left.

Listening to Xiao Lian's sound of closing the courtyard door and hearing the sound of closing the door, Shi Jinrou waited for a while, then got off the bed barefoot and moved the lamp to the window. In this way, her movements in the room would not be slim on the window. After that, she quickly walked to the door and bolted the bedroom door.

After doing all this, Shi Jinrou took out her hidden bag and began to look through it.

At the top is a blue cover account book, the paper has been seriously yellowed, and it is obviously an old account.

After opening it, Shi Jinrou found that this was the dowry list and account of his grandmother Zheng. After browsing it quickly, Shi Jinrou was shocked and shocked.

Zheng's silver box is 8,000 taels, and there are countless jewelry, antique calligraphy and paintings, clothes and fabrics... It is not so much a dowry list, but a dowry booklet.

With Shi Jinrou's current knowledge, she really can't see the value of these things, but no matter how clumsy she sees, she can see that these things are valuable. There are only 8,000 taels of silver in the box, and the rest of the things are worth at least tens of thousands of taels of silver, and maybe there are more.

Shi Jinrou thought hard about it. Her mother Dong Yun seemed to have said that her grandfather, the father of Zheng (Shi Jinrou's great-grandfather), was once the prefect of Tangzhou. A prefect married a daughter, had such a big deal? Shi Jinrou couldn't help but smack her tongue. No wonder so many people sharpened their heads and wanted to be an official. She was the prefect of the Qing Dynasty for three years, with 100,000 snowflakes!

In fact, Shi Jinrou's guess was correct. Zheng's dowry was far more than tens of thousands of taels of silver. But one thing she didn't expect was that Zheng's dowry was so generous not because she was the daughter of the prefect, but because there were deeper reasons.

Shi Jinrou sighed for a while, and then carefully looked at Zheng's dowry list, but she found a very familiar name: "Pinghu Spring Dawn Picture" - the painting that Dong Yi wanted Ruhua to steal.

Shi Jinrou felt that she really didn't know what to say. It turned out that what Dong Yi was thinking about didn't really belong to Master Dong! Strictly speaking, what Dong Yi wanted to steal was his own things.

At this time, a "dongdong" sound suddenly sounded in the yard. Shi Jinrou quickly wrapped the bag and stuffed the bag into the quilt.

Shi Jinrou grabbed a coat and put it on her body, got out of bed and walked to the door, and quietly opened the door latch.

The sound of opening the hospital door and Rumei's reprimanding sounded almost at the same time: "You are so cruel! You closed the hospital door before your aunt came back!"

Xiao Lian lowered his head slightly and said calmly: "I thought Sister Rumei wouldn't come back to sleep, so she closed the yard."

Shi Jinrou frowned slightly, opened the door of the house, and stood at the door of her house.
Chapter completed!