Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

In the shed in the backyard of the old Chang family, Chang Baichuan touched Chang Zheng's smooth palm in disbelief, then picked up the stone powder on the ground and took a look at it, and was amazed.

"When I was ten years old, your grandfather was teaching me Xingyiquan. I once asked him if anyone in our Zhang family had ever reached the state of being able to see gods and not be destroyed. Your grandfather said at the time that except for the legendary ancestor who might have achieved it, no one in later generations had ever achieved it. Well, now there is one."

Chang Zhengyang said with a smile: "So, I made history?"

Chang Baichuan nodded gently, with a look of genuine relief on his face, which was the relief of having a heavy burden lifted.

"Boss, from now on, Xiaoyue and the other four will be handed over to you..."

Chang Zhengyang was stunned for a moment, then he grinned and nodded gently, "Yeah!"

Seeing this, Chang Baichuan lay down on a recliner beside him, lying in a spread-eagle position, staring at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

Chang Zhengyang had never seen his father like this before. Logically speaking, as a father, he should not show this expression in front of his son.

This is very unbecoming!

Moreover, Chang Baichuan is a person who usually pays great attention to his manners, but at this moment he acts like a street rogue. It can be seen how much pressure he has been under deep in his heart for so many years!

Sometimes Chang Zhengyang also admired his father very much. If he put himself in his father's shoes, he felt that he could not withstand the pressure at all and would have gone crazy long ago.

However, Chang Baichuan not only held on, but also ensured that his wife and children had enough food and clothing.

This is not the 21st century with a stable society and abundant resources, but a turbulent era with material scarcity and unrest, and the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China with equally scarce materials.

The father and son were silent for a long time. Chang Baichuan finally calmed down, adjusted his mentality, and returned to his old self.

"What does the clan leader look like?"

Chang Zhengyang thought about it, went to the study, got a drawing board and a paintbrush, and quickly painted a portrait of Dumb Zhang.

He has a photographic memory and is very skilled in painting. The picture of Dumb Zhang on the paper looks like it was taken with a camera, especially his cold and calm eyes, which are very vivid.

"It's him?"

The moment Chang Baichuan saw the portrait of Mute Zhang, he recognized him, after all, his eyes were so impressive.

Anyone who has seen it once will never forget it.

"Dad, do you know him?"

"Well, actually I only saw him once. That was when he had just taken the position of the tribe leader. The tribe gathered everyone together to pay homage to the tribe leader. I was only eight years old at that time. Although I was still young, I still can't forget those eyes until now."

Chang Baichuan sighed as he looked at the portrait. Thirty-one years had passed in a flash.

Chang Zhengyang stroked his chin, "That's not right, Dad, this man shouldn't be very old. The Zhang family can't let a man over a hundred years old be the patriarch, right?"

Chang Baichuan nodded and said, "Well, this man should have been in his twenties at the time. What's wrong? Is there anything wrong with him?"

"Uh……"

Chang Zhengyang was speechless for a moment. He was only in his twenties, and this Dumb Zhang was at most sixty years old. Why did he feel like he was hundreds of years old?

Chang Zhengyang suppressed his worries and shook his head, saying, "It's okay. Now that we have found the patriarch of the Zhang family, things will be easier in the future."

Chang Baichuan glanced at him and said nothing more. From now on, the burden his father had given him was handed over to Chang Zhengyang. From now on, he would no longer pay attention to the affairs of the Zhang family.

That night, a cat meowed in the middle of the night in the east room of the old Chang family, which was also the bedroom of Chang Baichuan and Guo Huiying.

The little pig who slept soundly on her second sister's bed all night had no idea that she might have a younger brother or sister.

Anyway, early the next morning, Chang Zhengyang noticed that Ms. Guo looked at him and his siblings in a strange way, so he knew that his mother knew everything.

It seems her man has confessed to her!

When Chang Zhengyang was washing his face and brushing his teeth in the morning, Ms. Guo came up to him and asked quietly, "Son, will you really live to be 180?"

Chang Zhengyang nodded and said, "Well, mother, you know everything?"

Ms. Guo muttered a few words after hearing this, her voice was unclear, and even Chang Zhengyang couldn't hear clearly what she said.

Since then, the Chang family's life has become noticeably happier.

Today is May 59, 5, Chang Zhengyang’s 21th birthday. He is very happy today.

Because the evolution of the Qilin bloodline was finally completed, he felt that he finally no longer had that constant feeling of hunger.

Now, in addition to eating three times as much as the average person, he no longer has to run to Yulong Mountain to find food at night.

Of course, we have to go to Yulong Mountain every now and then to ensure the supply of meat at home.

Since we are so happy today, let’s strike while the iron is hot and make the waters of this era even more muddy!

Chang Zhengyang knocked on Ma Xiangguo's office door holding a bulging file bag.

Paper title: On the feasibility of directed proliferation of mammalian stem cells into independent organs.

Ma Xiangguo had been sitting there for more than seven hours since Chang Zhengyang entered the room. His eyes were bloodshot at this moment. The office was filled with smoke, the ashtray was full of medicine heads, and the desk was littered with messy calculation papers and many open reference books.

Compared to Ma Xiangguo, whose voice had become hoarse, Chang Zhengyang's condition had basically not changed. Even though he spoke for three or four hours to explain his paper, his voice was still as clear as ever.

Ma Xiangguo leaned back in his chair, looking at Chang Zhengyang who was still full of energy, and couldn't help but sighed: "I'm old. If it were ten years ago, I wouldn't feel tired even if I stayed up for two days and two nights!"

Ma Xiangguo's eyes were complicated, showing surprise and relief.

"Zhengyang, your ability has surpassed mine. I am ashamed of your paper. If you hadn't explained it to me, I wouldn't have understood it..."

The office fell silent for a moment. After Ma Xiangguo calmed down, he gently tapped the thick paper manuscript on the table and said solemnly, "This is an epoch-making theoretical achievement. Zhengyang, have you ever thought about how big a sensation it will cause once it is announced? By then, you will not only become the leader of the world's biological community, but also the target of public criticism. You will face all kinds of temptations, tests, and even threats and assassinations from your enemies. Are you ready?"

"Teacher, I understand, but what does my personal honor and disgrace count for compared to the needs of the country and the nation?"

Chang Zhengyang had a smile on his face, showing no worries or expectations about what the future might hold, and he looked unperturbed by fame or criticism.

"Yes, China today really needs such epoch-making achievements to inspire people!"

Ma Xiangguo nodded again with satisfaction, knowing that his disciple was someone who could truly accomplish great things.

If someone is like this, what else can I ask for?