Transmigrating to the 60s, I Started Supporting My Family at 16

Zhang Shuguang, a struggling author from the 21st century, spent years staying up late writing. He finally died from overwork and became a member of the transmigration army.

However, Zhang Sh...

Chapter 132 Imperial Green

“Nonsense, a pound of fine grain a day is already a rare good thing, you don’t have to worry about meals anymore.

Although you and your son are the ones earning money in your family, this is not how you spend it.

Being able to build houses for them is already taking care of everyone, but now there are too many poor people and you can’t take care of them all.”

Zhang Xiangyang really didn't treat Zhang Shuguang as an outsider, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

"Uncle, you think too much. There are not many people I care about in this world. Apart from my family, that is, my eldest aunt's family, and my grandmother's family.

In our Zhang Village, you are the only family. I don’t even feel close to my great-grandfather’s family, let alone other irrelevant people.

As long as our family lives a good life and the relatives and friends I care about live a good life, I don’t particularly care whether other people live or die.

I provided them with lunch just to give them enough energy to work in the afternoon.

You all know better than me how precious food is these days. Even if we give them a pound of fine grain a day, they will probably save it and not eat their fill.

My father's vacation lasts for three months, and there is an autumn harvest in the middle, and after the autumn harvest he still has to plow the land and sow seeds.

I want to push the construction schedule forward as much as possible, aiming to have the main structure built before the autumn harvest, and then I won’t rush the remaining doors, windows, and furniture.”

"Xiao Guang, Dad is sorry for you."

Seeing the changes in his child, Zhang Xiangnan almost shed tears.

What my son said just now is obviously inconsistent with the core values ​​of this era.

In this era, what matters is selfless dedication, self-sacrifice, serving the people wholeheartedly, and contributing to the construction of socialism.

When my son was young, he was a very kind and enthusiastic person. The reason he became what he is now is because of the suffering he suffered in these three years.

"Dad, what are you talking about? Why are you apologizing to me for no reason?"

Zhang Shuguang was confused by Zhang Xiangnan's guilty look.

"It's okay, Dad is okay."

Since they still had things to do tomorrow, Zhang Xiangnan and Zhang Xiangyang didn't drink too much. They just shared a bottle of wine and ended the conversation.

Before leaving, Zhang Shuguang asked Zhang Xiangyang to take away the remaining dozen or so skewers of mutton, but Zhang Xiangyang refused to take them.

"Uncle, this thing should be eaten while it's hot. It won't taste good if it gets cold tomorrow morning. Please take it back and let my aunt and Sister Ying try it."

Without waiting for Zhang Xiangyang to refuse, Zhang Shuguang stuffed the mutton skewers into Zhang Jianguo's hands.

"Master, Jianguo and Shengli are both tired, I won't keep you here."

The father and son were pushed out of the door by Zhang Shuguang in a daze, and they only came to their senses when the gate behind them closed.

"Good boy!"

His eldest nephew was very clear about gratitude and resentment. He showed no mercy to Zhang Xiangdong's family, but took good care of his own family.

This nephew is really becoming more and more to my liking.

"Xiao Guang, Xiao Li, go to your grandma's room. I have something for you."

I don’t know if it’s because he drank too much, but Zhang Xiangnan is particularly excited today.

"Dad, my grandma has gone to bed."

Zhang Shuguang pointed to the main room where the lights were off.

"It's not too late to give it to you tomorrow morning!"

"No, Xiao Li will be here tomorrow morning. I'll go get the things."

After saying that, Zhang Xiangnan went to the east room.

The kerosene lamp in the old couple's room was lit again, and the dim light reflected on everyone's face.

"What the hell are you doing in the middle of the night? You even woke up my parents."

Su Hong yawned and followed Zhang Xiangnan reluctantly.

"Look what this is."

Zhang Xiangnan took out the small bag from his backpack as if he was presenting a treasure. When the bag was opened, a breathtaking deep green was revealed.

Under the dim light, it emits a faint halo.

"Is this jade?"

Zhang Qingchun asked uncertainly.

"Dad, it's also a kind of jade. To be more precise, it's jadeite, a kind of jewelry unique to northern Myanmar."

Zhang Xiangnan placed the jade pieces on the bedside table, including a pair of bracelets, several plaques, two Buddha statues carved from the bracelet centers, and a ring.

The shapes of these jadeite pieces are different, but what they have in common is their quality, which is all glass-type imperial green.

In later generations, each piece would be a treasure worth tens or even hundreds of millions.

"Dad, can I take it in my hand and have a look?"

Zhang Shuguang's heart was already in turmoil.

"Of course, this is for you."

After three years of undercover work, he defeated the remnants of the forces that fled to northern Myanmar that year. All weapons and money have been handed over. These things are Zhang Xiangnan's spoils of war.

Zhang Shuguang picked out the smallest jade Guanyin pendant and held it in his hand. The system prompt sounded immediately.

[The system has detected a Burmese A-grade jadeite, a glass-type imperial green Guanyin pendant, valued at 20 million gold coins. Would you like to sell it?]

"call……"

Zhang Shuguang took two deep breaths and suppressed his surging emotions.

One bracelet, two buckles and three nothingness is a ranking of the value of jadeite and jade.

This is a small one. I guess each of these two bracelets costs over 100 million!

"These things may not be worth much now, but each one can become a family heirloom in the future, helping future generations cope with possible crises."

Zhang Xiangnan said in a low voice.

"Xiao Guang, this thing can't be seen by others now, put it away first!"

Liu Guixiang looked at Zhang Shuguang and said.

"Grandma, you are the boss of the family now, and my mother will be the boss from now on. It would be inappropriate for me to put it away."

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