The Challenge of a Farmhouse Son-in-Law

Chapter 1805: Lun Tong’s Relics

"Really?" Lun Yu looked surprised and said, "Are you sure we’re talking about the same person?"Jia Ren: "..."

Lun Yu’s mouth twitched as he said, "Besides being great at disguises, my mother has another identity. In the martial world, people call her Baixiaosheng. You know what Baixiaosheng means, right? If she didn’t love traveling around and gathering all sorts of random information, how else could she have earned the nickname Baixiaosheng?"

Jia Ren lowered his head, and after a moment suddenly exclaimed, "She travels around... is she looking for something?"

"Looking for something?" Lun Yu looked puzzled and shook his head, "That I don’t know, but I do know she has a hobby of collecting various stories, the more tragic, the better..."

At that moment, Yi Yan’s voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Hey, come over here quickly and see what I’ve found!"

The two of them were stunned for a moment, then promptly ran to the dilapidated stone house.

Previously, this place was occupied by a master and two disciples, who were known as rather mentally disturbed people according to their own statements.

Such people wouldn’t live in normal houses, nor would they spend time building such houses.

So they lived in houses made of piled stones and caves.

This house was used for cooking, while they actually lived in a cave.

Yi Yan, with a dirt-smudged face, had started a fire, holding a heavy stone box in her hands. On the other side, the fire she’d just started had already gone out due to lack of wood.

"What is this? Where did you find it?" Lun Yu quickly asked.

However, Jia Ren took it over, placed it on the ground, and opened the stone box.

Inside were old, yellowed scrolls.

Jia Ren quickly picked one up and read it. After a while, he closed it and looked at Lun Yu and Yi Yan, who were both looking at him expectantly. He smiled wryly and said, "You said your mom loves collecting all sorts of stories? Well, it’s true. This box seems to be filled with the stories she collected."

Yi Yan nodded lightly, pointing to the stone cave at the end of the stone house, "There are more boxes like this in there, perhaps they’re all stories collected by my mom."

The three of them walked over together, only to find newly disturbed soil and broken walls there.

It seemed to have been exposed by a landslide.

Lun Tong hadn’t told her son and daughter-in-law about these things before she passed away. From the scene, it was clear she intended to bury these things and didn’t want them to be seen.

Lun Yu knew his mother had collected many stories, and he had actually seen most of them. He just couldn’t understand why his mother would do this.

If she wanted to take what she loved to the grave, she could have just instructed them, and they could have built her a tomb large enough to hold these things.

But she buried these boxes not very deep. A flood could have easily exposed them.

Lun Yu looked for a while and said, "These were mom’s favorite things while she was alive. Let’s dig them up first and re-bury them somewhere safer."

The three of them agreed and together pulled the stone boxes from the dirt.

They pulled out more than twenty, each one made exactly the same.

Lun Yu couldn’t help but complain, "Why not make a big one? It would be much better to store them in a large coffin."

Jia Ren gave him a light knock on the head, and at the same time, the box in his hand fell and shattered into pieces.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed, hurriedly picking up the contents and dusting them off.

He said, "As long as your mom liked it, but it seems a larger stone box to store these things would indeed have been better."