Block My Way Home: You Must Become My Wife

After Zhao Xiangyun finished this business, he didn't do any more business.

She threw a pair of gold bracelets into the space.

I want to go to the second-hand market again.

Things in the second-hand market are not completely static.

Every once in a while, someone will pull a cart to deliver things to the second-hand market.

There are also many like Zhao Xiangyun, who want to find treasure from the second-hand market.

But you have to take a chance. If you're lucky, you'll get good things.

Otherwise, it might be some scrap metal, rotten wood or something.

Zhao Xiangyun is not interested in the scrap metal. Instead, he is interested in the porcelain and good wood.

This time, she was lucky. She went to the second-hand market just in time for a cart to bring things in.

Zhao Xiangyun watched as the men unloaded the things from the cart.

Maybe subconsciously those things are as garbage, a few pull cart, directly put things, bang Dang a few loud noise.

Even if the good things, but also in such a rough means of unloading, also become the lack of arms and legs.

Zhao Xiangyun finally knew why, except for the bed, what she picked up last time were leftovers of some precious wood species, or broken limbs and arms.

"Little girl, what do you want to choose? Hurry to choose. If you choose, I have to throw things into the corner. It's in the way here!" The old man said, Zhao Xiangyun put down his empty basket and began to look for things.

Zhao Xiangyun found a cabinet with only half left, which was made of red sandalwood.

The other half, also not in this time pull over of things.

Then there is an old-fashioned chair. The chair is made of mahogany and looks good. The point is that the only thing in the group is in good condition.

There is a teapot, Zhao Xiangyun carefully identified, should be the Qing Dynasty official kiln porcelain.

It's a pity that the teapot was split in two by those people's rough treatment.

Zhao Xiangyun almost died of heartache.

She picked up the teapot with the pieces.

Finally, it was put into the shopping list.

This is the second-hand market. When you meet good things, they may not be complete.

If you don't meet it, it's OK. If you meet Zhao Xiangyun like this, it's still broken and more uncomfortable.

Take what you want, Zhao Xiangyun went to the old man who was the doorman to weigh it.

The old man checked everything. When he was ready to weigh it, he found the broken teapot Zhao Xiangyun had put in it.

"Girl, why did you pick up a broken teapot in it?" The old man looked puzzled.

He's seen a second-hand buyer, but it's the first time he's seen a rag buyer like Zhao Xiangyun.

"I really like this teapot. It's very similar to the one I used to use at home. But the one in my family didn't know where to go for a long time, so I wanted to take it back, even if it was fragments, it didn't matter! " Zhao Xiangyun said.

Although this is a lie, she still shows some true feelings.

The old porter was very impressed with Zhao Xiangyun, because none of them who came to the second-hand market was fatter and stronger than Zhao Xiangyun.

We all look yellow and thin. Some people even wear more patches than the original materials.

But the old man has a good impression of Zhao Xiangyun.

He said how much money, even how much money, do not bargain.

Unlike other people, I want him to give it away.

Can he give away the public goods?

"It's a broken teapot, isn't it? And then with the family like, it is also a broken! You wait, I'll get you a good one! "

With that, the old man cheered up and went to the whole flea market, the only locked little room.

When I came out again, I still had a teapot in my hand. The teapot was matched with several cups.

"Here! You give me five cents. The teapot and the teacup are yours. The teapot is not at all shabby. OK, you can use it as you like! "

Before Zhao Xiangyun recovered, the old man had begun to weigh the things she took.

Zhao Xiangyun looked at the teapot in his hand.

The texture of the teapot is very smooth, and the color of the layer on the porcelain is a little dark.

Zhao Xiangyun picked up the teapot and took a look.

You can see the word Ruyao on it.

Is this a teapot made in Ru kiln?

Zhao Xiangyun looked at a few more teacups, and there were marks under them.

My God, the old man casually gave her a teapot, which is the porcelain of Ru kiln?

This almost overturned Zhao Xiangyun's three outlooks.

What's more, she has an idea that maybe in the second-hand market, it's not all the scrap metal she sees.

Maybe, there are a lot of good things.

It's just that the old guard didn't bring it out.

Zhao Xiangyun doesn't know whether the old man really doesn't know or doesn't know.Or, just feel that these complete things need to be placed separately.

In a word, no matter what the reason, the old man is not a simple person.

When Zhao Xiangyun was thinking, the old man had already weighed things for her.

This time, all things add up to less than 200 Jin.

Zhao Xiangyun paid twenty cents for the one cent and one catty thing, plus the teapot, the total was twenty-five cents.

"Thank you for the teapot, sir!" Zhao Xiangyun said.

"Well, thank you! It's just a broken teapot. "

The old man repeatedly stressed that he was a broken teapot, and Zhao Xiangyun didn't understand this man.

Thinking that he had given himself a valuable antique, Zhao Xiangyun decided to help the old man.

When she went out to borrow the cart, she put another five Jin of coarse grain into her basket.

After the old man helped her load the goods one by one, Zhao Xiangyun took out the five catties of coarse grain in the basket and handed it to the old man, "this is for you, sir. Thank you for helping me!"

Although the old man was always fierce, he took the initiative to bring out a good teapot when he saw her make a broken teapot.

When weighing, you can also pick up the broken teapot. It doesn't mean to take advantage of Zhao Xiangyun.

He is a good man.

The old man took Zhao Xiangyun's things and took a look. When he saw the wheat bran in the cloth bag, the old man was stunned.

"You You... "

"Don't be disgusted, sir. I'm in a hurry to go out, so I'll take these with me." Zhao Xiangyun said.

How dare the old man dislike it.

He's starving to death.

"Girl, you Do you know what you're doing? " The old man was not in a hurry to take away the coarse grain, but asked Zhao Xiangyun.

He felt that Zhao Xiangyun might not know the situation.

At present, when everyone is short of food and clothing, how can they take out food casually?

"Sir, I know! I know it's hard to get food these days, but when I see you, I think you are a good man!

Take it as if I did a good deed! This grain should be given to you! "