Chapter 27 That’s it?
Chu Heng’s performance was something Qin Huairu never expected.
When she thought about it, this guy was a twenty-year-old melon and egg man, and he must have a tender face. As long as he begged, he would get the things. What is it?
But when she saw the way Chu Heng hugged her and listened to those words, she knew that she had made a mistake.
This is meeting an expert!
"Hengzi, you...what are you talking about? If you don't want to borrow it, Sister Qin can just leave." Qin Huairu pushed away from Chu Heng with an embarrassed look on her face, turned around and was about to leave.
This feeling of being seen through is really uncomfortable, as if you were standing in front of him with your naked body.
"Who said I won't borrow it anymore?" Chu Heng held her shoulders, pulled her to a chair and sat down. He immediately walked to the outhouse and filled a bag with ten kilograms of white noodles.
He carried the dough bag back to the back room and placed it heavily on the table. He looked down at Qin Huairu, who had an unnatural expression on his face, and slowly bent down, almost touching the other person's face before he stopped. He breathed out wine and said, "Ten pounds of flour are now yours, Sister Qin, but... you can't take my things for free!"
After saying that, he pressed his lips on it.
Feeling the youthful aura hitting her face, Qin Huairu struggled a little at first, but soon gave up and leaned softly on the chair.
She has been scheming outside these years, and although she has also taken advantage of others, most people these days are not very courageous. At most, they only use their hands and feet, and no one dares to speak. I haven't met anyone, and my body has never been lost.
It can be said that she has been around for many years.
She was unlucky today. She met Chu Heng, an old driver, leading the way. In addition, she had been trying to eat meat for a long time, which made her angry.
At this moment, she had even decided to give her body away.
She is a widow and Chu Heng is a young man. No matter how you look at it, you will not suffer!
Unexpectedly, as soon as she came up with this idea, Chu Heng, the grandson, actually shut up.
I saw him straighten up with satisfaction, smacking his lips, and handed the dough bag over: "Sister Qin, take it."
This time, it was one of Chu Heng's A signal, he wanted to tell the little widow that he was not someone to be trifled with.
If this little widow can step back from the cliff in time, it will naturally be hello to you and me to everyone in the future.
But if she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he will gallop forward!
He is not short of food, nor is he short of money, and he is not afraid of having fun!
Qin Huairu, whose cheeks were red, didn't know what he was thinking, and was looking at him in confusion.
That’s it?
I’m about to take off my pants. Are you done telling me?
After all, it’s just raw melon and egg, you don’t even understand shit!
Qin Huairu felt that there was a fire in her heart, which was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything. She could only take a few deep breaths, suppress the anger in her chest, and bit her lip to take it. The thing lowered its head and left without saying a word.
After returning home, Mrs. Jia Zhang took the bag of grain in surprise: "This must be ten kilograms, right? Why do you give so much!"
Qin Huairu certainly can't say that it was chewed several times. All he could do was lie: "I'm not short of food, and since this was the first time I opened my mouth, he couldn't save face, so he gave me more."
"You should go to his house more often in the future. There are a lot of good things in that boy's house. Go back and get some more." Jia Zhang happily put away the flour bag, wiped her body, went back to the house, sat on the kang, and touched Touching the sleeping stick, he said distressedly: "I should have borrowed it from that boy's house in the Chu family a long time ago. My grandson is so greedy for it, it makes my heart tremble with tears."
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes after hearing this, picked up the water glass and took several sips of cold water!
... Before dawn, Chu Heng got up from the bed on time.
After washing and washing himself, and going to the public toilet outside to clean his intestines, he got on the bike and headed to Pigeon City.
When he got to the place, he was not in a hurry to set up a stall. He first walked around the market with a flashlight to see if there was anything good.
After walking a few stalls, Chu Heng suddenly stopped, squatted in front of a stall, stared at a blue and white jar with the lid opened, pointed at the yellowish white solid inside and asked, "What are you doing?" Honey? "
The stall owner is an old farmer in his fifties, with a dark face and rough hands. When Chu Heng asked, he hurriedly I wiped my nose with my shiny black sleeve and leaned forward: "Would you like some serious date honey? It'll be delicious when you go home and soak it in water."
"Why are you selling this? "How?" Chu Heng pointed his flashlight at the jar and looked at the jar fiercely with his eyes hidden in the darkness. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was an old object, and he couldn't help but get interested.
In his last life, in order to be arty and gain a status in the cultural circle, he also played with antiques with a few half-hearted collectors. In five or six years, he spent hundreds of thousands one after another, buying a There are not many real items in the house, most of them are from last week, but many of them have been deceived.
With his sharp eyesight, if he were thrown into places like Liulichang or Panjiayuan in later generations, he would definitely not be able to put on his pants.
But it's different now.
Antiques are not worth much these days, so you would only fake them if you are seriously ill.
So now as long as it looks like the real thing, it is definitely good to buy it back. Even if it is fake, it was imitated in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, and it is still valuable.
“This jar weighs more than three kilograms. If you want it, I’ll give you six yuan.” Seeing that Chu Heng was well-dressed, the old farmer thought about it and quoted a high price, and at the same time he was ready to make a counter-offer.
Chu Heng’s thoughts were all on this jar, so he didn’t bargain with him. He nodded and pointed at the jar and said, “I want it, but I don’t have anything to put it in. Should I give this jar away?”
"Send it, send it, you can take the jar away with you for six yuan." When the old farmer heard that he really wanted it, he was so surprised that he agreed without any hesitation.
Isn’t it just a broken jar? There are a lot of money in the family. Back then, I had a lot of luck in returning to the landlord’s house.
Chu Heng took out the money, counted out six yuan and handed it to the old farmer, then left with the jar in his arms.
When he reached a place where no one was around, he ducked into the space warehouse and looked at the blue and white jar carefully.
There is a base underneath the jar, made in the Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty. Its decorative style, glaze color and texture all match up with Chu Heng’s little knowledge about Hongwu blue and white!
"I'm not running away." Chu Heng put the blue and white jar in the corner with a smile on his face. He thought it was a beauty. If you buy something for six yuan and leave it there for thirty years, it will change hands for millions. It's a real profit.
But with a smile, Chu Heng couldn’t laugh anymore.
He looked at the blue and white jar on the ground and fell into deep thought.
Thirty years later, he is already in his fifties and has entered the late middle-aged life of seeing red dates and soaking wolfberry in the sky. What is the use of so much money?
“Fuck.” Chu Heng, who was reminded of his sadness, put down the jar without any interest, took his goods out of the warehouse, and started a new day of setting up a stall.
By the time he sold at almost six o'clock, his turnover had reached one hundred and fifty.
Just when he was about to continue his efforts and push his career to new heights, a shrill howl sounded in the market.
I saw him swung the flour bag in his hand vigorously, raising the flour inside into the air, and immediately jumped out of the market under the cover of dust.
I wish all my book friends a healthy Mid-Autumn Festival. Friends who don’t have time to go home for reunion, remember to eat on time. Tonight, under the bright moon in the sky, drink with you!
(End of this chapter)