There was a heavy rain, and Taihang Mountain looked like a dormant beast in the night. Zhang Tian huddled in the leaky adobe house, listening to the creaking of the beams, and his heart was filled with despair. Since his father fell ill, the family's savings have been spent long ago and they are heavily in debt. Now they can't even afford to buy rice.
"When will this day end?" Zhang Tian muttered to himself as he looked at the old photo of his grandfather on the wall. The old man in the photo is wearing a long gown, with deep eyes, showing an indescribable majesty. When grandpa was still alive, life at home was pretty good, but since grandpa passed away suddenly, the family felt like the sky was falling apart, and it was getting worse day by day.
Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, illuminating everything in the house. Zhang Tian used the electric light to see the dusty blue and white porcelain vase in the corner. This vase is the only thing left by his grandfather. When he was a child, his grandfather always warned him not to touch this vase. But now, Zhang Tian, who was desperate, walked toward the vase by mistake.
He reached out to wipe away the dust on the vase, and his fingers inadvertently touched a raised pattern on the vase. Just then, something strange happened. There was a "click" sound from the bottom of the vase, and then a hidden compartment slowly opened, revealing a simple wooden box.
