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 77 Zhang Xiangdong and his wife were beaten

Zhang Shengli returned to his room, changed into his old clothes, and ran away with his friends.

Liu Guixiang and Su Hong continued to make bedding. Zhang Qingchun sat at the door smoking Zhonghua cigarettes and watching his little granddaughter crawling on the new bedding.

When Zhang Shuguang came back from the mountain, his family was still excited.

Although Zhang Shuguang could probably guess the members' reactions, since his grandfather was so interested, Zhang Shuguang still listened patiently.

When he heard that Zhang Xiangdong and his wife had angered everyone and were beaten up by everyone, he felt particularly relieved.

"Grandson, I'll go with you this afternoon and help you keep an eye on it. When I was in the Song family, I was in charge of purchasing mountain products. I'm very good at this job."

Zhang Qingchun especially likes to be able to help his eldest grandson.

"Okay, I was unsure at first, but now that Grandpa is here to help, I feel relieved."

The elderly in the family are always like this. On the one hand, they hope that their children will grow up quickly, but on the other hand, they are afraid that they will be useless and unable to help their children.

The father and son rested at home for a while until Zhang Xiangyang came over.

"Xiao Guang, is Xiao Guang at home?"

"Uncle, at home, have you all brought all the mountain products to the brigade headquarters?"

Zhang Shuguang went out, opened a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes, took out one and handed it to Zhang Xiangyang, and stuffed the rest into Zhang Xiangyang's pocket.

"Xiao Guang, I only need one cigarette. How can I take the whole pack? These are good cigarettes. Take them and do your business!"

Zhang Xiangyang took out a cigarette from his pocket and was about to return it to Zhang Shuguang.

"Your nephew gave it to you, so take it. My eldest grandson brought me one."

The old man is happy today and doesn't feel bad about things anymore.

"Then I won't be polite, Xiaoguang. The members are all waiting at the brigade headquarters. If you don't have anything else to do, let's go over there too!"