60s: Kicking Aside the White Moonlight, Draining the Family Fortune, and Going to the Countryside

Gu Yunyang transmigrated from the apocalypse back to 1960, into the body of a man with the same name who had been mistakenly swapped at birth, and he saw this man's entire life unfold.

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Chapter 120 He's clueless; it wasn't Chang'an who took it (1/2)

Gu Changzhu smiled shyly and didn't refuse, so she helped with the cleaning.

Gu Yunyang swung the bamboo broom so fast it flew up, and swept the area once.

Gu Changzhu then used a reed broom to slowly sweep the area.

The house wasn't very big, and the two of them cleaned it very quickly.

Yang Shengnan and Han Xue took out a towel, intending to clean the bed and table.

Gu Yunyang stopped her: "Wait, the bed and table in here are very dirty. Let's use my clothes instead. They were patched anyway, and I was planning to replace them all. They'll be fine as rags."

Gu Yunyang opened his bag and took out all the clothes inside.

These clothes were retrieved by Gu Yunyang from his home later.

They were all inherited from Gu Changwei and Gu Changjun, patched up and repaired for three years, and covered with patches.

He hadn't originally planned to take it, but then he thought that if he brought it back to use as a rag, he couldn't leave it for the Gu family.

This is exactly what I need now.

Moreover, Gu Changzhu craned his neck to look, and when he saw that all the clothes were covered in patches and washed pale, the look in his eyes was incredibly complex.

Gu Yunyang was very satisfied with the result.

I need to frequently tell the Gu family about my experiences in the Gu family from childhood to adulthood.

But if I say it myself, others might doubt it.

Let the Gu family see it themselves, and then fill in the blanks in their own minds—yes, to recreate it.

This makes it seem more credible.

"Your clothes." Yang Shengnan was a little at a loss for words.

It seems that Gu Yunyang's days in the capital are not going well?

So why did he go to the countryside?

Is it out of necessity, or is it an escape from something?

"These clothes of yours?" Han Xue asked halfway through, then felt a little embarrassed and covered her mouth, looking apologetically at Gu Yunyang.

Gu Yunyang smiled and said, "It's alright. The younger ones are just following in the footsteps of their older predecessors, aren't they?"

After considering it for a moment, he didn't say the words "brother".

In fact, he didn't believe that Gu Changwei and Gu Changjun were his brothers.

Gu Changzhu couldn't help but show sympathy in his eyes.

Gu Yunyang turned around and saw it immediately, and he felt quite smug.

Since these were all experiences from the original owner, he started thinking about leaving as soon as he transmigrated.

He had never experienced those things.

However, the Gu family and the old Gu family share the same surname, and their given names are also quite similar.

Is there any explanation for this?

Or was it an accident?

As for Gu Changzhu's pity?

He doesn't need it.

"What kind of look is that? Isn't this the normal treatment for the youngest child?"

Gu Changzhu pursed his lips, clearly having experienced something similar, but he still said seriously, "But I can get a new set of clothes every two years."

Although he has fewer than his older brothers, they were born first, are older, and have a height advantage.

However, everyone has stopped growing taller in the last two years, but he has stopped growing.

His mother did make him new clothes.

Gu Changzhu had no objection to this.

Especially after seeing what happened to Gu Yunyang today, I feel quite fortunate.

And she was even thinking to herself that she was quite envious of Gu Yunyang for growing up in the capital.

But thinking about not being able to be with my family makes it all the more sad.

In addition, from childhood to adulthood, I have never owned a new piece of clothing, not even one without patches.

These days are so pitiful.

Meanwhile, Gu Hanping went to Gu Hansheng's house.

I hesitated for a long time, not knowing how to start the conversation.