Another word I haven't heard of.
Mrs. Ning humbly asked, "What kind of stone is a diamond?"
Second Aunt couldn't explain it for a moment, but after thinking for a while, she said, "Diamonds are not ordinary stones. They are almost like gold and very valuable."
"That's quite valuable. It can be sold for one or two hundred, right?" Old Mrs. Ning nodded.
"More than that!" Second Aunt paused, her breathing quickening. "Three hundred carats can fetch at least $9 million, which converts to about $19 million in Chinese currency!"
"hiss--"
The main room was silent.
Old Mrs. Ning was already very old, and this was the first time she had seen such a valuable thing, and it was her granddaughter who picked it up.
Look at this room, everyone is trembling with their hands holding their chest, they are all useless.
Look at the indifferent look of the granddaughter, and the contrast becomes clear.
Ning Zhihuan was of course calm, not because she had seen many diamonds like this, but because she knew that this was not a diamond at all.
This is unpolished glass. Several materials are added during production, so it has the brilliance of a diamond when viewed from a specific angle. Second Aunt had only seen pictures of diamonds in books, never seen them in person, so it was natural for her to make a mistake.
Ning Qinghua had been in contact with glass quite a lot, so he took the object out, touched it with his hand, and shook his head, saying, "This isn't a diamond, it's glass."
Everyone came closer to take a closer look and found that it was indeed glass.
The Ning family was poor, still using paper-covered windows. But some villagers had made money by going out into business and had installed glass windows in their houses, and they went to see them up close.
After confirming that it was not the thing worth tens of millions, no one in the Ning family felt regretful, but instead they all breathed a sigh of relief.
If they found something worth a hundred or two hundred, everyone would be happy for a while, but if the value of the item was beyond their ability to afford, it would be a disaster.
After putting the glass away, Ning Zhihuan took out some bird eggs and wild vegetables from the basket. Every time she took out one, she would receive sincere praise from everyone, which made her feel embarrassed.
When the basket is empty, it's time to eat.
Old Mrs. Ning was in a good mood today and was very generous for once. She mixed some flour with water, beat two eggs, and made a fragrant egg pancake. Finally, she sprinkled some chopped green onions on it. The aroma made Second Brother Ning, who was absent-mindedly doing his homework, almost cry with greed.
After dinner, Ning Zhihuan went to find Ning Qinghua holding the glass.
"Dad, are you busy?"
Ning Qinghua was lighting an oil lamp and drawing something on the table. He turned around and said with a smile, "Dad is not busy. What's up, Huanbao?"
"Dad, do you have any way to break the glass into small pieces? It would be best if they are round so they won't cut my hands." Ning Zhihuan used his index finger and thumb to measure the size.
Ning Qinghua rubbed his chin and said thoughtfully, "Yes, I have a rental cutting machine that can cut glass. It's also relatively easy to make it round. I'll need some sandpaper to do it."
Ning Zhihuan opened her mouth, wanting to say that she didn't need to go through so much trouble and could use a grinder. But then she thought, grinders are such precious machines these days, and state-owned factories only have a few. Even if they did, they would need to be well cared for. How could she possibly use them to grind glass?
Seeing Ning Qinghua's somewhat stiff shoulders, Ning Zhihuan pursed her lips and said, "Dad, why don't you bring the sandpaper home and I'll grind it."
"Haha, sandpaper belongs to the master family, how can you just take it home? Besides, Dad's Huanbao doesn't need these jobs, let me take care of it." Ning Qinghua ruffled her hair and didn't ask what she wanted to do. He took the glass and said, "This piece of glass, excluding the worn parts, can be used to make dozens of pieces. Dad will give it to you the day after tomorrow, okay?"
Ning Zhihuan nodded, and looking at Ning Qinghua's tired appearance under the oil lamp, he suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
In her previous life, she had never felt family love, nor did she know what it was. But in this strange era, there was a family that spoiled and loved her without any purpose.
Even though the "Ning Zhihuan" in their hearts was not her, she truly felt the warmth of home.
The man in front of him, who wasn't handsome or tall, was completely devoted to his daughter. Even though she made an unreasonable request, he agreed without hesitation.
Ning Zhihuan couldn't help but think, if the Ning family knew that the original owner had actually been killed by Old Lady Zhu, how sad they would be.
Back in her room, she cleared her mind of all the messy thoughts, lay down on the bed, and wrote and drew on the paper with a pencil as long as her thumb.
After the opening up, the economy improved, the quality of food improved, and people began to pursue clothing.
Ning Zhihuan planned to change the Ning family's living conditions by starting with clothing.
The clothing industry was in a vacant stage in the 1980s. She happened to have studied fashion design in her previous life and even won an international award in this field.
Under the dim oil lamp, Ning Zhihuan drew five drawings, and then modified the details according to the current situation before carefully putting the drawings under the bed sheet.
Looking out the window, it was already early morning. She yawned and huddled under the covers. Just as she touched the pillow, a line of words gradually emerged in her mind:
——"This time, Ning Hong decided to contact the human traffickers herself and sell the Ning family's burden. However, Ning Zhihuan was really lucky and escaped again, but Ning Zhigan accidentally caught the attention of the human traffickers."
The background of the words is the scene of Ning Hong finding the human traffickers.
Ning Zhihuan suddenly opened his eyes.
Is this foreknowledge?
Suppressing the shock in her heart, she closed her eyes again.
The picture continued to float, and each frame seemed to be right in front of me.
After a while, different words appeared in my mind.
——"Ning Zhigan was disobedient and angered the human traffickers, so he was sold to a black-hearted hospital. Soon after, his organs were scattered all over the world."
Ning Zhihuan was certain this time that this was the ending of the second brother Ning in the book.
Anger suddenly rose in her heart.
Ning Hong is so rude, she can actually do such dirty things.
If that's true, then don't blame her for being ruthless.
The next day was a day off. Ning Zhihuan fed Dahua, the pheasant she had caught with her own hands, and then went to find her second brother Ning.
At this time, Brother Ning was doing his homework, scratching his head and ears as if he had fleas.
Seeing his sister come in, he asked with a smile: "Huanbao, what's the matter?"
"Brother, hurry up and write." Ning Zhihuan was very domineering. "When you finish, go out and play with me!"
Brother Ning immediately put down his pen, stood up and said, "We can play now, let's go."
Ning Zhihuan thought about it. She didn't know when Ning Hong would take action, so it would be better to prepare early. She nodded and pulled Ning Erge out the door.
It was not until dark that the two came back covered in mud.
After dinner, Ning Hong suddenly appeared in the room, staring straight at the brown sugar water in Ning Zhihuan's hand. She swallowed hard and looked up and said, "Huanbao, are you mad at me? Why don't you want to play with me these days?"
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