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 39 The Distressed Old Lady

The door of his aunt's house was open, so Zhang Shuguang rode his tricycle directly into his aunt's yard.

"Huizhen, you still have no milk?"

"Mom, not yet. It's all my fault for being useless."

"How can I blame you? You're still not getting enough nutrition. I'll go ask the captain tonight if he can lend you some fine grains to replenish your nutrition."

In the east room, two people were talking, and the faint cry of a baby could be heard.

If I'm not mistaken, it should be my eldest aunt and her eldest daughter-in-law.

"Aunt, I brought grandpa and grandma to see you."

Zhang Shuguang shouted towards the east room, then helped his grandparents out of the car.

"Is Xiaoguang here?"

My eldest aunt came out of the east room trotting.

"Oh! It's really Xiaoguang, Dad and Mom, you're all here!"

Zhang Yue'e was surprised to see her parents and nephew whom she hadn't seen for a long time.

"Your mother misses you every day at home. Since we have nothing to do today, let Xiaoguang bring us over to see you."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, looking around at the yard of his eldest daughter's house.

"Dad, Mom, Daqiang's family has a new baby girl. I've been taking care of them at home and haven't had time to go to Zhangzhuang to see you two.

It's all my fault for being unfilial. I've made you two elders look at me instead. Come on, go into the main room and sit down for a rest."

Zhang Yue'e invited the old couple to go to the main room.

"Aunt, let's go to the east room to see my cousin first. We haven't even seen the baby since it was born!"

Zhang Shuguang came to his grandmother and secretly put a big black ten-cent note into the old lady's hand.

When an elder visits a child for the first time, he or she needs to give a greeting gift.

"Let's go see the kids. Time flies so fast. My daughter is a grandmother now."

Money is the courage of a hero. Feeling the banknotes in her hand, the smile on Liu Guixiang's face became much more natural.

On the bed in the east room, a young woman was holding a child in her arms.

The child was very thin, like a kitten, and even his cries were weak.

"Huizhen, these are your grandparents and cousin."

As soon as she entered the door, Zhang Yue'e quickly introduced her parents to her daughter-in-law.

When her son got married, Zhang Yue'e knew that her parents' family was not doing well and was afraid that they would have to spend a lot of money, so she did not tell them the good news. As a result, her daughter-in-law had already become a mother, and this was the first time she met her grandparents.

"Grandma, Grandpa, and cousin."

Jiang Huizhen quickly called for help.

"I came to see my great-granddaughter."

The old couple Liu Guixiang took a look at the child, feeling a little heavy-hearted, and placed a big black note at the head of their grandson's wife's bed.

The little girl was pale and thin, with sunken eye sockets, and was so hungry that she couldn't even open her eyes.

If my granddaughter-in-law has no more milk, I'm afraid I won't be able to raise this little girl.

"Mother, what are you doing? Put the money away quickly. How can a little girl give such a valuable gift?"

Zhang Yue'e picked up the money and was about to return it to Liu Guixiang.

"What's wrong with the girl? Isn't she also Daqiang's child, your granddaughter? We in the Zhang family don't have the tradition of favoring boys over girls."

In fact, the old lady felt a little distressed. She was holding it in her hand just now, and Liu Guixiang didn't know that her eldest grandson gave her ten yuan.

But once it’s given out, it can’t be taken back, and Liu Guixiang can’t afford to lose face.

"Aunt, please stop arguing here. I brought some food and two fish. Let me make a pot of fish soup for you to nourish you."

Zhang Shuguang also realized that his cousin's situation was not optimistic.

"Okay, I'll go right away."

"Grandpa and grandma, I'm going to help my aunt kill the fish."

Zhang Shuguang brought his aunt to the tricycle and took out the bag of noodles.

"Aunt, where is your family's grain jar?"

Zhang Shuguang turned his head to look at his aunt who was in a daze.

"Yes, in the main room."

Zhang Yue'e was completely confused at this time. She hadn't been back to her parents' home for just half a year. What on earth had happened there?

I was so happy just now that I didn't pay much attention to the tricycle my nephew rode.

And when he had a granddaughter, his mother immediately gave him ten dollars.

The bag of flour my nephew was holding weighed at least forty or fifty kilograms.

My nephew just said that there are two more fish. If I’m not mistaken, they should be in the backpack.

She knew how difficult life was for her mother's family since her second brother got into trouble, so she never notified her mother's family whether her son got married or had children.

"Xiao Guang, is your father back?"

A bold guess suddenly popped up in Zhang Yue'e's mind.

"No, if my father came back, he would definitely come to see you and uncle in person. I found a job and now I'm a buyer at a machinery factory."

"Aunt, I'm still carrying grain. Why don't we pour the grain into the grain jar first?"

Seeing his aunt so excited, Zhang Shuguang quickly raised the cornmeal in his hand.

"Hey! Okay, Xiaoguang, come with me."

Zhang Yue'e reacted quickly and turned around to take Zhang Shuguang to the main room. The grain jar was placed at the head of the bed in the inner room.

Zhang Shuguang untied the flour bag and slowly poured the golden cornmeal into the grain jar.

"Xiao Guang, is this fine grain?"

If I remember correctly, the last time I ate fine grains was when my son Gu Qiang got married, and we made white noodles with lard.

After that, I never ate fine grains again, even during the Chinese New Year, I only ate dumplings made from whole grains.

"Well, aunt, now we eat fine grains at home. Alternative grains make my throat sore. I can't get used to them."

Invisible pretense is the most deadly.

Zhang Shuguang was just explaining a fact to his aunt, but her aunt Zhang Yue'e felt her scalp tingling after hearing it.

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