Jiang Men Daughter-in-law

In the middle of the night, Wen Xian sat up from the bed, was immediately frightened, couldn't help saying a foul word, and greeted his uncle.

Wen Xian was a southerner in his previous life, and he never enjoyed the treatment of heating, but there is still air conditioning. The broken company has nothing else, and the central air conditioning is still very powerful. Compared with staying at home in winter, the company is warmer.

But in this day and age, air conditioning is obviously impossible. Relying on perseverance, Wen Xian finally got up from the bed, wrapped his coat as thick as a small quilt tightly around his body, and turned on a dimly lit bed. Headlight, Wen Xian walked to the right side of the bed, there was a large locked wooden box, which contained all of Wen Xian's belongings.

Wen Xian took out a copper key from the drawer under the sink. After opening the big wooden box, there were a lot of Wen Xian's clothes on the upper floor. Wen Xian took out all the clothes and put them at the bottom of the wooden box. He took out a wooden box with red lacquer printing that was no longer than half an arm's length.

This is the last bit of property that Wen Xian's mother left to him before she died. Wen Xian's mother's natal family is a scholarly family, and there are not many valuable things in the family. The things she gave when she got married are so full that they can't fit this wooden box.

Wen Xian took the wooden box and walked to the dressing table and sat down, and used the small copper key to unlock the lock on the wooden box. After opening, the contents of the box could be seen at a glance.

In his previous life, Wen Xian wanted to study abroad, and he secretly saved a small treasury. After the establishment of the Republic of China the year before last, because of the disunity of the currency, the price of various silver dollars rose or fell, and the money merchants benefited from it. The profit caused a lot of money loss for the people and seriously affected economic exchanges and development. In less than a month, the President of Beijing issued an order to unify the currency of the whole country.

There are two types of currency used in this era, one is silver dollars, and the other is banknotes. Wen Xian does not have many silver dollars. After all, they are too heavy to carry. Not too much, not too little, after all, in this era, the annual income of a worker is not even forty silver dollars.

But for Wen Xian today, the more money, the better.

There were also some gold and silver jewelry in the wooden box, which were bought by Wen Xian's mother when her husband's family got married. At that time, Wen's family was much richer than now, so besides the gold earrings and gold ring, there was also a pair of gold bracelets.

Wen Xian picked it up and weighed it, it was solid, Wen Xian nodded in satisfaction.

Besides these, the only thing in the wooden box that belonged to Wen Xian's mother was a white jade bracelet, which was Wen Xian's mother's dowry.

Wen Xian didn't know much about jade, so he took out the jade bracelet to have a look, and found that apart from the cold fingertips when he touched his hands, the jade warmed up after a while, and under such a dim light, the bracelet was still watery Perfect, creamy white.

Wen Xiandao: "It's a good thing, it should be worth a lot of money."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of angina pain in his chest, Wen Xian hunched over in pain, and almost dropped the bracelet in his hand.

Wen Xian quickly put down the bracelet, and lay down in front of the vanity mirror, clutching his chest, but after a while, his complexion was pale and dripping with cold sweat.

It was too painful, just like the colic that Wen Xian suffered in his previous life before he died. Because he worked overtime until the early morning, no one noticed his pain. He was lying alone on the cold floor, convulsed with pain, although The time was short, but to Wen Xian at that time, it was a long and terrifying minute.

Until he died and his soul left his body, Wen Xian's soul seemed to still have a fresh memory of the pain.