Tang Zhijun reached his hand into the open belly of the doll, and pulled something out.
Then, with a 'thwack', a dull sound came from the ground.
Quickly, Tang Zhijun picked up the object that had fallen to the ground. He held it unbelievingly in his arms as if he was feeling something. Then he placed the object on his knee with trembling fingers and slowly unwrapped it. When what was inside was revealed, he impulsively picked it up again.
When he looked up at his elder brother, Tang Zhinian, the latter had the same expression, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Brother, our family's money is all here, not a penny less. I personally wrapped it, three layers."
Indeed, this was undoubtedly their family's money. He had counted each bill himself, made marks, then bundled it solidly. Even the oilcloth used to wrap it hasn't changed. This was their money.
"Xinxin, where did you get this?"
Tang Zhinian picked up his daughter and sat her down on a pile of clothes.