I became the Counterpart of the Winner in a Period Novel-Chapter 396 - 338: The Lucky Messenger

But in Luo Bojian’s heart, it was different.

He was well aware that the things in his hand were now just a pile of scrap, and if it weren’t for his stepfather’s remorse and understanding, giving him protection, it was a matter of a word for some people, allowing others to live in peace.

And if it weren’t for his grandfather’s illness and having nowhere to borrow money, he wouldn’t have thought about selling the items left by the old man. Of course, only the gold bracelet was worth some money, the rest in this era were just waste. Before meeting that girl, he had taken several pieces of Song Porcelain to his grandfather’s old friends several times, hoping to get some money, but not only were the items confiscated, he also got a lesson. Helpless, he had even gone to the black market several times, but altogether, although he’d sold a lot, the money he got wasn’t even worth ten bucks, really just giving them away and people despised them.

Someone like Mr. Jiang, truly doesn’t exist.

Perhaps some might say he didn’t understand antiques.

Heh! His grandfather was a Qing Dynasty scholar, and their ancestors were wealthy merchants who had stored lots of good things. From a young age, following his grandfather and being taught by him, how could he not know the value of those things? But one moment is not the next. Can they cure his grandfather’s illness now? Can they make the family afford the nutritional supplements for his grandfather?

If it weren’t for meeting Mr. Jiang, he would be watching helplessly as his grandfather couldn’t be treated for lack of money, regretting it all his life. Even though his grandfather was old, and despite trying his best he might not save him in the end, at least there would be no regret. For the rest of his life, he wouldn’t have his heart suspended like there’s a Damocles’ sword over his head, living in fear.

With the money, Luo Bojian invited the famous local old doctor over. Once he made a move, his grandfather quickly woke up, and after taking the medicine, his spirits improved a lot.

The dark cloud over the yard finally cleared up a bit, bringing endless hope, and presumably, it would soon completely dissipate.

As his grandfather gradually recovered, Luo Bojian felt great and wanted to thank Mr. Jiang, but he couldn’t go empty-handed. Luo Bojian straightforwardly dragged his grandfather’s treasure box out from under the bed, of course, with his grandfather’s consent. Actually, his grandfather’s intention was to see if he could sell more of it, to let his grandson pay off the debt. He didn’t want his grandson to still be burdened with debt after he was gone. As for those treasures, they all took a back seat in front of his grandson. He wasn’t a stubborn or rigid person.

From the outside, it was just a box that anyone migrating or moving could see, not conspicuous, so Luo Bojian didn’t feel the need to wait until night.

When Jiang Mingyue saw the box, her eyes immediately lit up.

"Mr. Jiang, my grandfather woke up, thank you! These things won’t be of use at home, if you find them acceptable, please take them with you."

Jiang Mingyue: "..."

In the opened box, there was a clutter of items. Since it was the old man’s collection, Jiang Mingyue felt a sense of reverence, crouching down to inspect them one by one. But unfortunately, only one valuable item was picked out: a sunken wood abacus, which should be camphor sunken wood. In the future, sunken wood could be worth tens of thousands per gram, even more so for the relatively expensive camphor sunken wood.

However, even more valuable was the large wooden box, with a faint scent of agarwood upon opening. It was hard to identify this as sunken golden silk wood, which was among the most prestigious of sunken woods, and extremely valuable, weighing at least a few kilos, potentially worth millions or even tens of millions.

"Ahem... Mr. Luo, you should know this is sunken wood, and they say ’having half a piece of ebony at home surpasses a box of treasures.’ I suggest you keep it for yourself; anyway, you can use it as a storage box."

Mr. Luo waved his hand generously, "No, this thing can’t be kept in my hands." As long as his mother wanted to stretch out her hand, everything would be over, and he would rather burn it as firewood than let her have it. Whether it was his grandmother’s death or his grandfather’s sickness, it was all because of his mother’s anger, and he wouldn’t leave any benefits for her.

Seeing his insistence, Jiang Mingyue came up with a compromise.

"Then I’ll just buy it, and you don’t have to refuse. Your grandfather needs material support."

In the end, Jiang Mingyue gave Luo Bojian fifty kilos of rice and flour, ten kilos of millet, five kilos of green beans, two kilos of morels, and five kilos of brown sugar, making everyone happy.

Feeling like she gained the old man’s advantage, Jiang Mingyue bought a jar of wheat germ essence and picked a basket of fresh fruit from the space to visit.

The old man’s complexion indeed improved a lot, and Jiang Mingyue astonishingly discovered that her spiritual power could clearly see the illness within the old man, suggesting that her space had upgraded again.