Chapter 448

It must be said that there are always some people whose minds are always thinking about how to cheat people.

Hearing Mu Xueqing's exclamation, Liu Guilan and Wang Dazhu also leaned their heads over.

Wang Dazhu even pried the jade out of the box and put it on the kang, and the three of them looked at this piece of jade with curiosity, borrowing the candlelight.

I heard Liu Guilan say: "Don't say it, jade is really good, it looks like lard, oily, and it feels smooth and warm to the touch."

Liu Guilan's description is indeed very appropriate, because genuine Hetian jade doesn't need to be polished at all, and the touch will be very comfortable.

However, what Liu Guilan said about it being warm is a bit exaggerated, because this thing can only be said to not feel cold to the touch, and it doesn't feel that cool.

In fact, in China, there are many kinds of jade, and the ones most worthy of attention are warm jade and cold jade.

Warm jade is Hetian jade, and cold jade is jadeite.

It is worth noting that the Northwest produces Hetian jade, and places south of South China, that is, Myanmar, produce jadeite.

It just so happens that cold places produce warm jade, while hot places produce cold jade.

Of course, it can only be said that it is the vast majority, not absolute.

As for whether agate is warm jade or cold jade, there are still different opinions, and there is no accurate definition.

However, if it is based on the place of origin, the main production area of this thing is in the Northeast, so saying agate is warm jade might be more appropriate.

Hearing his mother's words, and looking at the three people's excited and fond look at the jade, Wang An said with a smile:

"One day, saw it open and make a few bracelets and pendants, and our family can wear them. I heard that wearing this thing all year round can nourish people."

Hearing Wang An's words, Liu Guilan said urgently: "Yes, early on, those high-ranking officials and noble people all wore this thing. You hurry up, try to get a piece for my eldest grandson before he comes out."

Hearing Liu Guilan's words, Mu Xueqing obviously paused, because Liu Guilan said "eldest grandson" (boy), not "eldest grandchild" (gender-neutral).

In the local area, for unborn children, "eldest grandson" refers specifically to boys, while "eldest grandchild" represents the grandchild generation, meaning regardless of whether it's a boy or a girl, they are called "eldest grandchild."

So, Mu Xueqing must have thought too much.

This era is like this; for the vast majority of grandparents, grandsons are always more important than granddaughters.

To put it bluntly, it's just that the idea of valuing boys over girls is relatively serious.

However, Liu Guilan also reacted immediately, so she followed up with a smile:

"My eldest grandchild, I don't know if it's a girl or a boy. If it's a girl, she's guaranteed to be as pretty as her mother; if it's a boy, he's definitely better-looking than his bastard father."

As she spoke, Liu Guilan also rolled her eyes at Wang An.

It must be said that Liu Guilan's words were quite high-level.

Neither explaining nor changing her words, while at the same time scolding Wang An to dilute the problem of whether it's a boy or a girl.

Because explaining would definitely make the daughter-in-law think more, and changing the words would clearly tell everyone that her heartfelt thought was that she wanted a grandson.

After Liu Guilan finished speaking, Mu Xueqing's tense face obviously relaxed and put on a smile again.

Immediately after, Wang Dazhu interrupted:

"Guilan, hurry up and get Little An something to eat. It'll be dawn soon and time for breakfast."

The excitement passed, and Wang An was truly hungry, the kind of hungry where the front cavity collapses into the back, so Wang An said: "Noodles are fast, Mom, just make me a bowl of noodles."

Upon hearing this, Liu Guilan agreed and got off the kang and walked toward the outer room. Before leaving the west room door, she suddenly turned around and asked Wang Dazhu and Mu Xueqing: "How about we all eat a bit? We've been tossing and turning for half the night, I'm hungry too."

Wang Dazhu immediately said: "Yes, then make two more bowls of noodles, let's all eat a bit, what do you think, Xueqing?"

Mu Xueqing replied: "Yes, I'm hungry too, Mom, I'll make it with you, it'll be faster."

Liu Guilan hurriedly blocked Mu Xueqing and said very firmly:

"Oh, no need, the firewood is ready, why use those people to make noodles."

It must be said that Liu Guilan is indeed efficient; after only 20 minutes, a basin of soup noodles was brought into the west room.

It must be said that after eating and sleeping, holding Mu Xueqing in his arms, he slept soundly; Wang An didn't even have time to have a dream before dawn broke.

After washing up and eating breakfast, Wang An drove the sled again, pulling the fish and the jackal carcass, and drove all the way to the county town.

Passing the bend, Wang An found that in the direction of the bushes where he shot yesterday, there were miraculously broken clothes and broken cotton.

Most importantly, there were bloodstains on both the broken cloth and the cotton.

It could be seen that these things were blown out of the bushes by the wind.

So, out of the mentality of "saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda," the curious Wang An called the horse to a stop, held his gun, and walked over cautiously.

Actually, Wang An mainly wanted to see if this weird bend was damn trapping anyone?

To be honest, Wang An had a bit of a psychological shadow about this weird bend.

The main thing is that this damn place is always "eating people," although most of the people were sent there by Wang An himself.

But no matter what, Wang An felt that this place had a problem.

When Wang An cautiously held his gun and walked to the place, he found that besides the broken cloth strips and cotton stained with blood all over the ground, there was only a Mosin-Nagant gun lying there quietly.

Of course, there were also wolf claw prints and yellow-throated marten claw prints all over the ground.

And the owner of this Mosin-Nagant was gone, having been eaten clean by wolves and yellow-throated martens.

Fuck, thinking of the scene of animals eating people, Wang An felt nauseous.

Thinking about it, Wang An collected all these broken cloth strips and cotton.

After all, in China, there is a focus on "letting the dead rest in peace."

Although Wang An couldn't dig the soil, Wang An could dig the snow.

So, Wang An dug a snow pit and stuffed all the broken cloth strips and a pile of cotton into it.

After filling the snow, Wang An picked up the Mosin-Nagant and wandered around the area again.

At this time, Wang An was still quite puzzled; this person had a real problem, what was he doing here for no reason? Look, he was eaten by wolves! I don't know what Wang An would think if he knew that this person was shot and killed by his own random shooting, and then eaten by wolves. Wang An wandered around and found that this person came on a horse or a mule, but this horse or mule had long since run off to who knows where.

Wang An looked around, took his Type 56 semi-automatic and the Mosin-Nagant he picked up, returned to the sled, drove the sled, and continued toward the county town.

(End of chapter)