Sick Wife Dressed as a Villain

Chapter 12 Going to the Antique Street
After Song Rongxuan cleaned up all the stalls, he saw that the time was only 08:30, so he parked his tricycle in the parking lot, intending to take Li Yulan to the night market.

Under the bright street lights, Song Rongxuan and Li Yulan walked side by side on the street, their shadows overlapping each other from time to time, as if they were bubbling pink bubbles.

Song Rongxuan ate three sweet potatoes in a row, and he didn't know whether it was the sweet potatoes or the person who gave them to them. Song Rongxuan felt that the sweet potatoes Li Yulan gave him were more delicious and sweeter than any he had eaten before.

While walking, Li Yulan looked around and said:
"Rong Xuan, is there an antique street nearby? I want to see if I can pick it up."

"Yes, I'll take you there, this way."

As Song Rongxuan said, he took Li Yulan's hand and walked down the street. Li Yulan was only as tall as Song Rongxuan's shoulders.

When walking, Song Rongxuan kept telling Li Yulan to walk on the side next to the merchants, and walked outside to the side closer to the driveway.

Li Yulan didn't care either, anyway, it was the same for her wherever she went.

It wasn't until a long time later that one day Li Yulan saw a car accident on the street, and the car directly knocked the person walking away from the driveway into the air. Then she realized that Song Rongxuan was always letting herself walk in the safest place when walking.

The antique street is not as lively as the square, and there are no loud noises. People are asking or bargaining in low voices.

Li Yulan has been a prince for more than ten years, and even ran to the palace every three days. She has seen countless treasures, and she can tell at a glance whether the things on the stall are real or fake.

I had to go around the whole street before I saw a good inkstone in an old man's stall.

Although Li Yulan could tell at a glance that the humble inkstone in the corner was a good thing, she still reached out and picked up a dark and unremarkable vase.

He said to the old man, "Old man, how do you sell this vase?"

The old man casually glanced at the vase Li Yulan was holding in his hand. It was picked up in a small river ditch when he returned to the countryside last year. The pattern on the vase was so beautiful, even though it was so dark that it couldn’t be made white, it was placed on the stall. After half a year, no one wanted it, so he said:

"Little girl, you want it! It's cheaper, let's give you 150!"

Li Yulan imitated Song Rongxuan's way of buying clothes before, waved her hand and said:
"Old man, it's cheaper. Look at it, it's swarthy. If it weren't for the patterns on it, it would look good when painted. I don't even want it."

The old man looked at Li Yulan, smiled and said:
"Little girl, it's already very cheap! Look at it, it's in good shape!"

Li Yulan said directly: "At most 100 yuan, it doesn't look good to put some flowers on it."

The old man wanted to miss this person, and he didn't know when someone would buy this broken vase, so he said:
"Then it's 100 yuan, and I'll sell it to you at a loss!"

"Then give me this stone together. The shape looks good. It should be good to take it back and put it on the desk."

Li Yulan said while pointing to the inkstone in the corner.

When the old man saw that it was the inkstone, he thought it was a treasure at first, so he asked someone to appraise it, but it turned out that it was just an ordinary inkstone, which can be bought for ten yuan, so he just threw it in the corner and ignored it.

I didn't expect someone would want it today, so I just gave it as a gift!

So the old man said with a smile: "If you want it, it's fine, let's give it to you together! It's a loss-making business! When you come shopping in the future, bring more friends to my place! I will give you a discounted price!"

Li Yulan agreed straight away: "Okay, no problem."

It's okay to bring someone here, anyway, you only buy something you like.

Song Rongxuan watched Li Yulan bargaining with the old man, feeling mixed feelings in his heart, not the taste.

(End of this chapter)