The Family Heirloom chapter 3

Just as the young man was about to leave, Mr. John still couldn’t help being curious and asked, “Your family heirloom has been around for some years, right?” The young man nodded and said, “About sixty – odd years.” Mr. John was shocked when he heard this. So he knew the age of this pickaxe. Then why did he spend so much money to renovate it?

The young man noticed Mr. John’s doubt and then said, “Actually, this pickaxe is very ordinary and not worth much. But its status in my family is really special. My grandfather once used it to kill three people. Before my grandfather died, he said he wanted this pickaxe to be buried with him. The family fulfilled his wish and put the pickaxe in the coffin as a burial object. Some time ago, there was a flood in my hometown. When we moved my grandfather’s grave, I saw this pickaxe again. It was so rusty that it was in a terrible state. I then temporarily decided not to let it be buried with my grandfather’s remains again. I planned to have it renovated and the rust removed here and then keep it and pass it down from generation to generation…”

Mr. John was even more confused by the young man’s words. “The three people your grandfather killed were all your family’s enemies, right?” The young man nodded and said, “It’s a family feud and also a national hatred! I forgot to tell you that the three people my grandfather killed back then were three Japanese invaders!”

After saying that, the young man carefully held the pickaxe and walked away. Mr. John stood there alone, stunned. After a moment, he suddenly realized something. He grabbed a handful of money from the drawer, chased outside the door, and shouted to the young man’s back, “Young man, wait a minute. I won’t take your money…”