After storing all twenty-something boxes into her space, Jiang Si headed to another room.
Upon entering, she was greeted by an entire wall lined with a wine cabinet.
It was filled with bottles of Rémy Martin, Hennessy, Lafite, Moutai, and many other red wines whose names she didn’t recognize.
Perhaps because she had already seen so many treasures earlier, Jiang Si didn’t react much this time.
Still, she wasn’t about to pass them up—these were all limited editions, and in the future, even a single bottle could sell for hundreds of thousands.
Opposite the wine cabinet was a shelf storing tea leaves, all tightly sealed in round shapes—likely Pu’er tea cakes.
Jiang Si wasn’t much of a tea drinker and had no idea about Pu’er’s market value.
But she knew one thing: anything stored in golden nanmu wood couldn’t be ordinary.
Who cared about the price? She’d take it all!
The cups and teapot on the nearby table looked nice too—into the space they went!
The antique chandelier overhead was also quite eye-catching—might as well grab that too!
Oh, and the cigars!
She took the entire cabinet, contents and all. Not a single feather would be left behind.
After clearing out the hidden room, Jiang Si wiped away any traces before heading upstairs.
Her next stop was her scumbag father’s bedroom.
Before fleeing, the family of five had locked their doors tight, but that was no obstacle for Jiang Si. Before going upstairs, she had grabbed a sledgehammer from the storage room.
Maybe it was the effect of the spiritual spring water, but she felt an overwhelming surge of strength in her body.
"Eighty!"
"Eighty!"
"Eighty!"
Jiang Si swung the hammer, smashing the lock open in just a few strikes.
Her father’s room was a suite, mirroring her own—complete with a living room, bathroom, and study.
As a child, the original owner had often played hide-and-seek with her mother here, so she had long discovered the hidden compartment—inside the living room’s fireplace.
The fireplace opening looked small, but inside was another world.
However...
Compared to the hidden room downstairs, the contents here were underwhelming.
After searching for a while, Jiang Si only found five large gold bars, twenty small gold bars, over thirty gold leaves, a small box of silver coins, three gold necklaces, five gold rings, a pair of ruby earrings, two pearl necklaces, and three pairs of silver bracelets.
As for cash, she counted just over 2,000.
There were also a dozen or so porcelain pieces thrown in as filler.
Well, even a mosquito’s leg is meat.
She stored everything in her space, then turned to the eight-door wardrobe in the bedroom.
It was massive, but surprisingly empty.
Two years ago, Shen Xiuwen had already cleared out all the suits, qipaos, and silk garments.
What remained were mostly plain or twill fabrics in dull colors like blue, gray, and black.
Jiang Si wouldn’t touch anything her father and stepmother had used—she found it disgusting!
She picked out some decent clothes, shoes, bedding, and quilts, bundling them up in a bedsheet to donate to a welfare home later.
The rest she left untouched—she’d need them for framing someone later.
While packing, she also tapped around the bedroom’s nooks and crannies.
Lin Yueru had managed the household for nearly a decade—how could she not have a secret stash?
That was a lie only a ghost would believe, and Jiang Si wasn’t buying it.
Yet, after scouring every possible spot, she found neither hidden money nor even a secret compartment.
"Could it be in Shen Qingqing’s room?"
Just as Jiang Si was puzzling over this, her gaze landed on the aloe vera plant on the windowsill.
After the political campaigns began, gardening was labeled as a bourgeois, idle habit.
Lin Yueru had claimed she needed aloe for her sensitive skin, arguing it wasn’t a flower—and Shen Xiuwen had reluctantly allowed her to keep one pot.
The depth of the pot seemed suspiciously spacious.
Sure enough, after a bit of digging, Jiang Si uncovered an oil-paper package.
Inside were a few pieces of jewelry and a bankbook.
Jiang Si recognized the jewelry instantly—they had been her late mother’s favorites.
When Shen Xiuwen confiscated them, he had sworn to safeguard them properly.
And this was how he kept his word?
Jiang Si didn’t bother wondering whether Lin Yueru had stolen them or if her scumbag father had gifted them.
One thing was certain: not a single cent of the Jiang family’s belongings—or Lin Yueru’s secret savings—would leave with them.
A quick glance at the bankbook revealed Lin Yueru had amassed nearly 9,000 in private savings during her years in the Jiang household.
If she had that much, Shen Qingqing’s stash would be even larger—after all, she was the pampered favorite.
After securing the items, Jiang Si hoisted the sledgehammer and marched straight to Shen Qingqing’s room.
Another round of violent smashing followed.
Honestly, this hammer was incredibly handy—she’d have to store it in her space after use.
Half an hour later, Jiang Si emerged from Shen Qingqing’s room, her face icy.
No wonder she’d felt something was missing while inventorying the jewelry earlier.
Turned out, the mother-daughter pair had swallowed it all!
In a hidden compartment of the bedside table, she also found another bankbook.
The last deposit was dated March 22nd—Shen Qingqing’s 20th birthday.
The original owner had also turned 20 the year before.
Back then, Shen Xiuwen had given her a camera, and she’d been overjoyed.
Now, the memory felt bitterly ironic.
A mere few hundred yuan camera for his own daughter, yet he gifted Shen Qingqing 5,000 on her birthday!
Even though Jiang Si knew this was how the story went, and she didn’t need the money, the sight of the bankbook still infuriated her.
At least she’d taken it all back now.
Otherwise, she’d have choked on her rage.
After calming herself, Jiang Si broke into the third and fourth siblings’ rooms, stripping them clean of anything valuable.
She believed in equal distribution—no one would be left out!
Next, she headed to the kitchen.
A side door led to the household’s storage room.
The Jiang family lived well, spending generously on food and drinks each month.
The rationed fine grains were never enough, so Shen Xiuwen regularly bought overpriced goods from the black market.
In no time, Jiang Si cleared out 200 pounds of rice, 100 pounds of flour, 60 eggs, two jars of lard, a bucket of rapeseed oil, 10 pounds of cured meat, an entire Jinhua ham, and a large bundle of dried seafood—abalone, scallops, and sea cucumbers—all into her space.
She didn’t forget the pots, pans, coal stove, or briquettes either.
Though she couldn’t cook, her space had an instant-cooking function—perfect for testing later.
Next up was her own room.
Jiang Si had no intention of letting anyone else lay hands on her belongings, so aside from the larger furniture pieces, she stashed everything else into her spatial storage.
As for the items used as "bait," most of them had been taken from Shen Qingqing's room.
Finally, there were the electrical appliances.
In this era, there weren’t many types of electronics to begin with—the household only had three: a television, a radio, and an electric fan.
With these packed away, today’s scavenging mission came to a successful conclusion.
"Exhausting!"
Jiang Si rubbed her sore shoulders and quickly replenished her energy with a cup of spiritual spring water.
All that "80! 80!" smashing earlier, plus sorting through so many items, had completely worn her out.
A glance at the wall clock told her it was already past three in the afternoon.
Jiang Si hurried back to her room to change clothes, then locked the front door and headed toward the alley entrance.
But before she could even step out of the alley, she spotted a few suspicious strangers lurking in the distance—
