Surprise! The rough husband is the hidden boss of the period literature

Chapter 93 Your Little Object

Jiang Xingye's hand paused, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time. Then he said sadly, "No!"

The old man sighed and stopped talking.

Jiang Xingye didn't touch the braised pork. After eating the rice with soup, he covered the lunch boxes and waited quietly outside.

Xu Qinghuan searched around aimlessly, hoping to find something he hadn't found.

Those time-traveling big guys have all picked up treasures at the scrap collection station, so why can't she pick up anything after she traveled through time?
Unfair is unfair, and Xu Qinghuan is not the kind of person who would dwell on it. She just wants to try her luck, and won't force it if she doesn't get it.

There was a pile of bowls and plates in the corner. Xu Qinghuan turned them over one by one and found that none of them were old.

She had seen a lot in her previous life, and her grandfather also liked to collect objects. In order to please the old man, Xu Qinghuan also studied it specially. Although she could not reach the level of dating, she could still recognize some common collections in later generations at a glance.

Just as Xu Qinghuan picked up a few high school textbooks and was about to leave, the old man said to Jiang Xingye, "There's a snuff bottle on the third shelf of the cabinet, on the west side. Ask your little partner to take it."

Jiang Xingye was stunned for a moment, then stood up and said coldly to the old man, "I told you we're not the right match."

He lowered his voice, his tone revealing impatience. The old man rolled his eyes, took a puff of cigarette, and habitually hid his old face in the smoke.

Jiang Xingye walked straight in, took the textbook from Xu Qinghuan's hand, and walked to the cabinet the old man mentioned. He took out the snuff bottle, looked at it twice, and didn't see anything special about it, so he handed it to Xu Qinghuan.

Xu Qinghuan was extremely surprised. She realized that this was the Qianlong Emperor's enameled snuff bottle with a pattern of children playing, which was later sold for more than 160 million yuan. It was no exaggeration to say that it was priceless.

She stared at Jiang Xingye in a daze. Did this guy know its value, or not?
Jiang Xingye said, "Take it. This is what the old man asked me to give you."

"Old man? Are you talking about the security guard at the door?" Xu Qinghuan stroked her pounding heart. More than 160 million RMB was not a small amount. Even if she was worth more than 30 billion in her previous life, she couldn't help but be tempted.

"Yeah." Jiang Xingye looked at Xu Qinghuan's expression and thought it was so cute. She was so vivid and right in front of him. His heartbeat was no slower than Xu Qinghuan's.

His eyes revealed a deep affection and attachment that he himself was not aware of.

Xu Qinghuan held the snuff bottle in his hand, thought for a moment, and then went out to hand it to the old man. "You know this, right?"

The old man waved his hands in disgust. "Take it away, take it away, take it away quickly. If you don't take it away, I will smash it to pieces."

Xu Qinghuan saw that he was not joking and quickly put it away. "How much?"

The old man looked at the book Jiang Xingye was holding and asked, "Weigh it and tell me how many pounds it is."

Jiang Xingye weighed it with his hand and said, "Two catties and two ounces, please!"

The old man said to Xu Qinghuan, "Give me two cents."

Xu Qinghuan patted the snuff bottle in the canvas bag and asked, "What about this?"

The old man rolled his eyes, took a puff of his cigarette, and narrowed his eyes. "Give me the braised pork that the kid didn't finish eating just now."

Xu Qinghuan turned to look at Jiang Xingye. He quickly hugged the lunch box tightly in his arms and said angrily, "You're dreaming! I said I'd get you another one later."

The old man raised his long eyebrows and glared at me with a pair of gleaming eyes. "If you don't give me the braised pork, don't even think about taking this snuff bottle away."

Jiang Xingye's face turned blue with anger, but he endured it again and again. Reluctantly, he took out the box of braised pork and handed it to the old man, "Can eating it make you immortal?"

The old man chuckled, "What do you care about me?" and was about to snatch it away. Xu Qinghuan blocked it with the lunch box and took out a big unity ticket, a pound of meat coupons, and a pack of tobacco from his bag. "Try this tobacco. If you don't like it, I'll give you this box of braised pork. You can only choose one."

The old man didn't even look at the banknote. He took the tobacco with a skeptical attitude and sniffed it. Suddenly, his eyes widened. For the first time in his life, he said decisively without any hesitation, "Good stuff!"

He couldn't wait to knock the half-finished tobacco in his pipe onto the ground, pinched a small amount of tobacco into the pipe, lit it with fire, took a deep puff, and a cool feeling went straight to his lungs.

I just felt like my entire lungs and respiratory tract had been baptized, and a refreshing and relaxed feeling spread throughout my body.

"Good stuff!" The old man looked up at Xu Qinghuan, "How much do you have left? Sell it to me!"

Xu Qinghuan shook his head. "How many more of this do I have? I was planning to sell it, but I'm giving it to you instead."

After she finished speaking, she was about to leave, but the old man stopped her and asked, "When will you have it next time?"

Jiang Xingye pulled Xu Qinghuan behind him and asked, "What are you doing?"

He glared at the old man, who then realized he had been a bit too aggressive. He pointed inside the purchasing station and said, "Next time you come, I'll leave you some good stuff. Where did you get this tobacco? I'll buy it from you later."

Xu Qinghuan said, "My late master made it himself. He was a doctor. When I get the tobacco leaves, I will make it. When you finish smoking it, I will bring it to you."

"Keep your word!" said the old man.

Xu Qinghuan nodded. "However, there aren't many good things like this. It's very troublesome to make them every time, and I can't make too many. If you tell others and ask me for them, I will definitely sell them to you at a high price. Don't even think about it yourself."

The old man glared at her unhappily, "I'm not stupid!"

After saying that, he sat down in the rocking chair, rocking back and forth, concentrating on smoking, taking a small puff each time. Seeing Xu Qinghuan walk away, he remembered and shouted, "Hey, so-and-so, if you can't get tobacco leaves, I have some."

As he spoke, he hurriedly stood up and trotted over, taking out all the tobacco leaves in his pocket and giving them to Xu Qinghuan, about a small handful, "Take this and make something!"

The tobacco that Xu Qinghuan gave to the old man was actually very ordinary. After being placed in the space and absorbing spiritual energy, the taste changed.

In her previous life, after her surgical mentor lost his wife, he became addicted to smoking. He preferred to grow his own tobacco leaves, fry them, and make them into shredded tobacco, which he smoked in an old-fashioned pipe or rolled his own cigarettes. He often choked and coughed until he was hoarse.

He always wanted to choke himself to death.

He often smells like a heavy smoker, which is very unpleasant.

For the sake of his teacher's life and his own health, Xu Qinghuan put the tobacco he made into the space, and took it out after a while, claiming that he made the tobacco for him using a method of preparing medicinal materials.

After taking a puff, the teacher became addicted to the taste, but later, the more he smoked, the less he liked it. In less than half a year, he quit smoking.

Xu Qinghuan took the tobacco handed to him by the old man, put it into his canvas pocket, and then put it directly into the space.

Jiang Xingye asked Xu Qinghuan, "Where are we going now?"

"I'm going to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things and visit a relative." Xu Qinghuan said.

"Yeah." After Xu Qinghuan sat on the back seat, he got on the bicycle and rode away.

My mood is as light as a monkey freely flying in the woods, or like a lark singing and flying freely in the sky. I feel that the scorching sun above my head has become gentle.

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