That was nothing more than the most ordinary wine jar.
Made of clay, it looked clumsy and rough. Having been buried for years, it was dug up with some dirt on it, not appearing particularly valuable.
Even Zuzi didn't take it seriously. Though it was called "Thousand-Year Wine," she merely instructed Xi Chansha to "get rid of it."
As for rich ladies like Xi Ruzhu and Xi Rubao, they looked down on such a worthless thing and even found it dirty.
However.
The moment the creditor saw the wine jar, his gaze was fixed on it, and he couldn't look away, speaking haltingly as he desperately asked to take a closer look!
Xi Chansha, suspicious, handed the wine jar over a bit, but his hand didn't let go.
It was something that belonged to his sister, entrusted to him because she trusted him, and he didn't want to easily hand it over to outsiders and ruin this hard-earned trust.
