In the end, Zhang Jiayong chose a beige cropped pants and a white T-shirt, but there was a black lotus printed on the chest of the clothes. Zhang Jiayong himself couldn't understand why he fell in love with such a dress at the beginning. He was too stupid.

Zhang Xian also put on Zhang Jiayong's clothes, and then Zhang Jiayong prepared to put away Zhang Xian's clothes and hide them. After all, this is also an antique, the battle suit of an ancient general, hehe.

Wait, antiques! Zhang Jiayong suddenly thought of something, looked at Zhang Xian with a smile, and asked, "Brother Zhang Xian, do you have any antiques?"

"Antiques? I am an honest soldier. I never play with those antiques. It will make people lose their ambitions." Zhang Xian said with a righteous face.

"Uh, you misunderstood. Are you carrying anything besides this set of clothes?" Zhang Jiayong asked.

You know, Zhang Xian is from the Southern Song Dynasty, so anything he has on him can be considered an antique? Even Zhang Xian himself is a vintage to be loose.

"There is a generation of silver and a jade pendant. The jade pendant was given to me by Marshal Yue. I almost forgot if you don't say it. Give me the jade pendant." Zhang Xian said.

Zhang Jiayong took out a jade pendant from his clothes. It was indeed a good piece of jade, but this was given to Zhang Xian by Yue Fei. It was the only thing he was close to in this era. Zhang Jiayong was embarrassed to ask him to contribute the jade pendant.

As for those silver, it seems that it can't be sold for a little money, at most it will be exchanged for tens of thousands of dollars.

However, just when Zhang Jiayong was depressed, he suddenly discovered that there was a small dagger with a beautiful shell in the black boots.

"Brother Zhang Xian, is this?" Zhang Jiayong asked, holding up the small dagger, which was only the length of his two slaps.

"Oh, you say this, this is what I took from a Jin general. The general seems to be a son of a prince. If you like it, I'll give it to you." Zhang Xian said casually. He was studying the clothes he was wearing at this moment. He felt it was very simple to wear. He rolled up and drilled his head in, and then just set it up, but he was still a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Jiayong looked happy. This thing can be worth at least hundreds of thousands, right? Moreover, the jade inlaid on the shell is very exquisite. It must be authentic. It can also be added to hundreds of thousands. This dagger is worth at least one million!

"This is? No! Such a big gem!" Suddenly, Zhang Jiayong was shocked to find that the entire handle of this dagger was not forged by bronze or other metal, but it turned out to be a green gem!

How much is a rare green gem worth half the size of a palm? Zhang Jiayong's eyes are straight. Anyone who is willing to buy this thing for hundreds of millions?

Later, Zhang Jiayong realized that this was emerald!

However, Zhang Jiayong became a little depressed. He didn't seem to know anyone who bought antiques. How should he sell it? Sell it to the country? This idea was quickly rejected by him. So who could he sell it to? He didn't know any celebrities.

After thinking about it, he hesitated for a long time. He took out his cell phone and called his best friend Li Longhei. Li Longhei has a little family background, and maybe he can know anyone who bought antiques.

"Hey, who?" Li Longhei was sleeping heavily. When he heard the phone ringing, he thought he had overslept and his parents called him downstairs to urge him to get up, but when he saw the time, it was only one o'clock in the morning and he suddenly became angry.

Zhang Jiayong also heard Li Longhei's resentment, so he said, "It's me, Jiayong, I'm sorry, I'll disturb you to rest so late."

"Oh, it's you, it's not the problem, what's wrong?" When Li Longhei heard this, it turned out to be Zhang Jiayong, and he was no longer so angry. After all, they are good brothers.

"That's right, I want to ask if you know anyone who buys antiques. I have something to sell." Zhang Jiayong said, not hiding the fact that he owns antiques because he has absolute trust in Li Longhei and believes that he will not have any bad thoughts.

"Purchase antiques? It seems there are, but I have to ask you tomorrow. It's past one morning now, and most people are sleeping. Are you a thief? Going to rob the tomb?" Li Longhei saw that Zhang Jiayong was going to sell antiques, and it was so late now, so he thought about whether he had robbed the tomb.

"Steal a ghost's tomb. It's my ancestral treasure. Thank you for your help. Go to bed quickly." After Zhang Jiayong finished speaking, he hung up the phone. Next, he could only wait for Li Longhei's reply tomorrow.

After struggling for so long, Zhang Jiayong actually found that he was not sleepy at all. It was already past one o'clock in the morning. After asking Zhang Xian, he realized that after they became warriors, they were fine even if they didn't rest. They could recover their spirits through short-term practice.

Zhang Jiayong was a little happy. This was a good thing. Isn’t he more time available to use than ordinary people?

However, Zhang Xian quickly poured him a basin of cold water and warned him that it would be better to sleep and rest every day, because it would have some side effects to restore the spirit through practice. The spirit will be restored, but the potential fatigue of the body cannot be restored and will gradually become ill by overwork.

Zhang Jiayong nodded helplessly and said he knew. At the same time, he asked Zhang Xian whether he wanted to go to school, because Zhang Xian was actually very young, at most fifteen years old, but for the ancients, fifteen years old was already an adult.

And because Zhang Xian was a warrior and became a general, he looked relatively mature, and he looked like a young man in his twenties.

Zhang Xian shook his head and said that he didn't need to learn those things. He had long been familiar with the Four Books and Five Classics. He hoped to study more military tactics, and he hoped to return to the battlefield.

Zhang Jiayong rolled his eyes, where did he go to return to the battlefield? It is not a war era, but a peace era!

However, Zhang Jiayong felt that Zhang Xian could not stay at home all the time. First, Zhang Xian himself would definitely not be able to hold back and feel bored. Second, if such a good resource is not used properly, wouldn’t it be a waste? Zhang Xian once said that he is a military general level, and his military strength index is over 1,000, and his strength must be very strong.

Zhang Jiayong has already started to plan secretly. Since he has the strength, he should do something, and Zhang Xian is definitely a great help. Of course, he does not want to use Zhang Xian. After all, Zhang Xian is considered to be kind to him. He took him on the path of cultivation and he will find a route for Zhang Xian that is suitable for his survival.

It was suitable for sleeping, so Zhang Jiayong made a floor and gave the bed to Zhang Xian, but Zhang Xian refused to sleep with the bed, saying that he should not occupy the owner's bed, which was impolite.

In desperation, Zhang Jiayong simply took off the bed cover and the two of them worked on the floor together. This made Zhang Xian feel moved and thought that Zhang Jiayong was a very kind person.

Early the next morning, Li Longhei called over. Because it happened to be a weekend, he didn't have to go to class. However, when Zhang Jiayong answered the phone, he looked at the time and found that it was only 6:30 in the morning.

"Jiayong, I have already contacted you. I am an old professor. Don't worry about your character. There is absolutely no problem. I can trust you. The old professor has been doing research in the Academy of Sciences. Today I happened to go home to handle some things. Is it empty at 1:00 in the afternoon? I will take you directly to the old professor's house." Li Longhei said.

"If you have time, let's meet at the school gate at twelve o'clock noon." Zhang Jiayong said quickly, a little overjoyed. He didn't expect that Li Longhei was so efficient in his work and he really found it.

At noon, Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian cooked some noodles together, hurriedly dealt with them, and then went straight to the door of Wuzhen No. 2 Middle School. When they arrived, Li Longhei was already there.

Li Longhei looked at Zhang Xian beside Zhang Jiayong, and couldn't help but feel a little confused and threw Zhang Jiayong a questioning look.

"This is a friend of mine, named Zhang Xian, just like you, my loyal friend." Zhang Jiayong introduced.

When Li Longhei heard that he was Zhang Jiayong's brother, he wasn't his brother, so he said hello to Zhang Xian very well and asked him very enthusiastically, which made Zhang Xian unable to deal with it. After all, he was a person who traveled from the Southern Song Dynasty, so he didn't know how to answer some questions.

"Let's go and find that old professor." Zhang Jiayong came out to save the scene at the right time. If he continued to ask this, Zhang Xian would probably not be able to hold on.

Li Longhei then looked at his watch and found that it was already half past twelve, so he took a taxi and took Zhang Jiayong and Zhang Xian straight to the old professor's house.

The old professor's surname is Yang and his name is Yang Zhongguo. He is a very loyal patriotic professor. He has devoted himself to the study of history and humanities all his life. He also has a considerable prestige in the country and is even more famous in the archaeological world.

Soon the taxi drove into a special area. Zhang Jiayong knew that this community was built by the state and was specially built for some domestic scholars and politicians to live in. The surroundings were guarded by the army.

What is the most important thing in the 22nd century? It is undoubtedly knowledge and technology! Who can create knowledge and technology? It is undoubtedly talent! Therefore, the country must protect talents.

When they arrived at the main entrance of the community, the taxi that Zhang Jiayong and the others were taken was stopped. Li Longhei quickly spoke to Yang Zhongguo and handed the phone to the guards, and the guards let them go.

Yang Zhongguo's home is still a little far from the gate. The taxi drove for five or six minutes before reaching the destination. The group paid the fare and got off.

After getting off the car, Zhang Jiayong felt a little nervous. After all, what he was holding in his arms was antiques, and it was priceless.
Chapter completed!