An earthquake caused Jiang Shanshan's originally well-off family of three to transmigrate to the impoverished 1970s.
On the left was their son crying for food in her arms, and on the righ...
Not long after he went in, Old Man Zhong ran out again with something in his hand.
"Girl, open it and take a look. I guarantee you will like it." As soon as he came over, old man Zhong said mysteriously.
Jiang Shanshan looked at him curiously for a few more seconds, then gently opened the thing placed in her hand. It was something wrapped in a rag.
When she took it, she touched it twice and found that the object inside was hard, probably a piece of wood or something.
Encouraged by Old Man Zhong, Jiang Shanshan gently lifted the cloth, revealing what was wrapped inside. It turned out to be a piece of rosewood as big as her palm.
"Uncle Zhong, is this rosewood?" she asked, looking at him in surprise.
Old man Zhong recognized her at the first sight, with a gleam of satisfaction in his eyes. If he did not have any knowledge of appraising treasures, he would not be able to tell what this thing was at a glance.
"Girl, your ability to recognize things is getting better and better. You've even surpassed me." Old man Zhong said, touching his chin with satisfaction.
Jiang Shanshan smiled embarrassedly. The fact was that it was not that she was good at it, but that she had auctioned this thing on TV several times in her previous life, and it was sold at a very high price.
That's why she remembers it so clearly.
"Uncle Zhong, compared to you, I'm still far behind. But, what's the matter with this piece of purple sandalwood?"
Old Man Zhong touched his chin and smiled, "That guy, Old Man Zhou, gave it to you as compensation. You can't let him drink your ginseng for free. Of course you have to pay for it. That guy has a lot of good things hidden behind him anyway. He didn't lose anything by giving you a piece of red sandalwood as compensation."
"Girl, this red sandalwood is a little small. If you know someone in the future, you can ask him to make you a string of beads to wear."
Jiang Shanshan looked down at the piece of rosewood in his hand for a few seconds, and finally held it tightly in his hand.
Anyway, she had already sacrificed a ginseng, so it didn't seem excessive for her to take a piece of someone else's rosewood.
After thinking through the reason, she generously put it away.
When Old Man Zhong saw her action, the corner of his mouth raised, and he asked again, "Girl, are you really going to quit your job here?"
"Really, Uncle Zhong, I've thought this through, and I really don't plan to do it." She nodded.
After getting this answer, Old Man Zhong gave up on this idea in his heart.
"Okay, if you want to quit, then go ahead. But when you have time, you have to come home often to see me and your aunt. She has always treated you like her own daughter. Please visit her more often when you have time."
Jiang Shanshan listened carefully and said, "Okay, I will. Take care of yourself while you're here. I'll come and see you when I have time."
Although reluctant, Jiang Shanshan still packed up her things. Just after saying goodbye to Old Man Zhong, five or six tall men suddenly rushed in from outside the door.
When Old Man Zhong saw so many people rushing in, he immediately grabbed a stick and asked, "What are you doing here? Don't you know if this is a waste collection station? Get out of here quickly, or the police will come."
The leader replied fearlessly, "Old man, we're not here to look for you. Go wherever you want to go and don't get in our way. I want to ask you, is there someone named Jiang Shanshan here? Tell her to come out. We're here to look for her."
Jiang Shanshan, who was standing just behind Old Man Zhong, raised his eyebrows immediately when he heard the leading man shout this.