Time has changed, and without being on the brink of despair, Grandma Zhou never brought it out.
Zhou Zhou quickly put it in her grandmother's hand, "Grandma, I can't take it. Ayu and I have always been filial to you, not for any reward."
"I know, but who else is filial to me but you? Who else would I give it to?" Grandma Zhou placed the box back in her granddaughter's palm and closed her hand around it, "Take it. It's of no use in my hands, and I have to guard against your parents and uncles coming to search. Give it to you, and when you're short on money, you can sell it to the bank. One big yellow croaker can sell for several hundred yuan!"
If the box hadn't been hidden in the inconspicuous broken pillow, her children would have taken it away long ago. They come and sift through her things every now and then, thinking Zhou Zhou might send them goods or money.
Grandma Zhou had long lost hope in them.
