"We've gained a lot these past few days!"
A Malayan bear skin costs twenty yuan.
A piece of buffalo hide costs fifteen yuan.
Twelve deerskins for sixty dollars.
A leopard skin costs eighty yuan.
The hides were worth a total of one hundred and seventy-five dollars.
After counting the animal skins, Zhang Shuguang gained a new understanding of the Song family's hunting abilities.
Bison represent strength, deer test the hunter's teamwork ability, not to mention the leopard, which has always been a jungle hunter, moving high and fast, and moving like the wind. Being able to obtain such a complete leopard skin is a test of the hunter's ability.
"Brother Zhang, we have lived in Southern Xinjiang for hundreds of years, and our ancestors were warriors. If we didn't have this ability, I'm afraid our Song family would have died out long ago."
Song Zhaohui and the other two did not feel proud at all. In his opinion, hunting was just a necessary skill for their secluded life.
"This is one hundred and seventy-five yuan. Brother Song, please count it."
Zhang Shuguang took out a stack of banknotes.
"No need to order. If even Brother Zhang can't be trusted, then there's no one else in this world who can be trusted."
Song Chaohui didn't even look at it and gave all the money to Song Chaoming.
"You go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, and I'll give the animal skins to Brother Zhang and send them to the car.
By the way, I made a lot of money today, so I bought some pens, ink, paper, and inkstone for the children in the tribe. No matter how hard it is, the children must learn to read and write.
Buy some more fine grains. The elderly and pregnant women in the tribe cannot eat meat and wild fruits every day like us."
After giving instructions to his two cousins, Song Zhaohui tied up the animal skins, threw them onto his shoulders with force, and walked out of the town.
It wasn't the first time that the two cousins had followed him to the town, so the purchasing task could be left to them. For Song Zhaohui, helping his younger brothers carry the animal skins was more important than anything else.
"Okay, Brother Song, you wait here for Chaoming and the others. I'll go back first."
After putting the animal skins in the back seat, Zhang Shuguang started the jeep.
"Okay, I will show up at the gate of the military district family compound before noon tomorrow.
If all goes well, our entire Song family will join the New Dragon Kingdom and obey its management.
If this doesn't go as planned, the three of us will surrender ourselves and let the law enforcement officers handle the situation."
Song Zhaohui placed his right hand on his chest, his expression more serious than ever.
"I believe you!"
Zhang Shuguang smiled, waved his hand, stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
While driving, Zhang Shuguang held the steering wheel with his left hand and stretched his right hand back to place it on the animal skin. With a thought, the animal skin disappeared and the system increased by 53,000 gold coins.
[Current balance: Gold coins.]
Several of the animal skins are very complete and are suitable for making specimens or handicrafts.
Especially the leopard skin and Malayan bear skin, which are of great collection value, so the price is also high.
The jeep had just stopped at the gate of the family quarters when the gate slowly opened.
Zhang Shuguang has been driving in and out quite often these days, and the guards at the door are already very familiar with the situation, so they don't even need to open the windows to check.
It was not yet time for dinner, so Zhang Shuguang went directly to the Cao family in the center of the family quarters.
After getting out of the car with the clothes in hand, Wei Hu and Qin Junwei still conducted a routine check.
It’s not that I don’t trust Zhang Shuguang. As the leader’s bodyguard, the rigorous style has long been ingrained in his bones.
"Xiao Guang is here? Come over and sit down and talk to grandma."
Zhao Xiumei, who was in a daze, tried to cheer herself up when she saw Zhang Shuguang coming over.
"Grandma Zhao, Grandpa Cao, you've just sent them off, and you're already thinking about your grandchildren?"
Zhang Shuguang put down the bag of clothes and poured himself a glass of boiled water.
"I just happened to be taking a break today. The two little guys have been making so much noise all day long. If they leave, I can have some peace and quiet. I don't miss them at all!"
Cao Yongzhan exhaled a puff of cigarette, blurring his insincere expression.
"I'm the toughest talker in my whole body, and I've always been strong. But who was the one who was so restless and kept saying it was boring?
You've been to the child's room several times this morning, and now that Xiaoguang is asking you, you're too embarrassed to admit it!"
Zhao Xiumei gave her husband a teasing look.
"Xiao Guang! Even though the two children come to your house to play all day and spend limited time with me, Grandma Zhao feels really empty when they leave.
When your Grandpa Cao retires, we will move to the retirement home in Quancheng. Then it will be convenient for your Uncle Zhao and the others to visit us."
Most elderly people like quietness and don’t like noisy occasions. They are also afraid of loneliness and hope that their children and grandchildren can be around them.
"Grandma Zhao, my uncle Zhao said that he will come to southern Xinjiang to spend the New Year with you two.
When I sent Uncle Zhao to the train, he specifically asked me to pick out a piece of clothing for you two elders. Let me see if you two like it."
Zhang Shuguang moved the teacup aside and placed the bag of clothes on the coffee table.
"Why spend this money? I can't even wear all the clothes I was given."
Cao Yongzhan was muttering to himself, but his hands were not slow at all. He put out the cigarette in his hand and stretched his head to wait for his wife to take out the clothes.
"This material is really soft, and the color is beautiful."
"Xiaoguang, were all these bought in the county? Grandma Zhao has lived in southern Xinjiang for ten years, and she didn't know there was such a tailor hidden in Dingnan County!"
Zhao Xiumei touched the material, unfolded it, and began to try it on her body.
"Is this dress wearable? In the past, only wealthy gentry could afford this kind of clothing."
Cao Yongzhan looked at the cheongsam in front of his wife, then looked at the Tang suit on the sofa, and his brows couldn't help but frowned.
"I just thought it looked nice, and the fabric felt soft and silky, so I thought it would be very comfortable to wear. I didn't really consider whether I could wear it or not."
If it were a few years later, Zhang Shuguang would definitely not take out these clothes. It was still early for the storm to start, so Zhang Shuguang didn't think too much about it.
"What's there to be afraid of? It's just a piece of clothing. What was the purpose of overthrowing feudal rule and driving out the invaders? Wasn't it to allow the people to be the masters of their own destiny?
As long as it's not revealing or indecent, don't we have the freedom to wear clothes?"
Zhao Xiumei was an educated youth who joined the National Salvation Association when she was in school. Although she was a dozen years younger than Cao Yongzhan, in reality, Zhao Xiumei joined the revolution no later than Cao Yongzhan.
"I didn't say anything else! I just think that the way I dress makes me look like a landlord or his wife, a little out of touch with the masses."
Cao Yongzhan's voice became lower and lower.
"Comrade Lao Cao, you really need to change your mindset. We have fought for so many years, and so many like-minded comrades have shed blood and sacrificed their lives, just to let the people wear rags forever?
No, we want a world without oppression and exploitation, where everyone can be the master of their own house and have enough food to eat and clothes to wear.
Tattered clothes and patches upon patches should not be the symbol of the general public.
"Everyone can have enough to eat and wear such bright and beautiful clothes. This is the goal that we Party members strive for."
Zhao Xiumei was holding a Xiangyunsha cheongsam in her hand and spoke passionately and eloquently, and Zhang Shuguang applauded as he listened.
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