Little Sweet Wife in the Eighty-Old Courtyard

Lin Qing sneered in her heart.

But her face remained calm. She took out the rosewood box, and with just one glance, Mr. Hu's eyes lit up.

It was later determined that this was old rosewood, and it was also precious small-leaf rosewood.

Lin Qing didn't care what the purpose of Lin Du and that woman was, anyway, everything was in her hands.

It doesn't matter whether Yu Ruyi belongs to the Lin family or the Wei family, anyway, she belongs to her now.

Her jade Ruyi is real. It was brought by her grandfather, so there is no need to authenticate it.

But according to what the man just said, why was that plum blossom official stove picked out by a child?

The speaker has no intention and the listener has the intention.

That kid must be Asheng.

But Lin Qing really didn't dare to remind that man or even Mr. Hu that these people were not good people.

It would be terrible if something happened and Gu Huaian found out that she was the reason.

She had no choice but to leave Yubaozhai in despair.

At this time, Lin Du had returned home, and they lived in an elegant villa.

This is a famous villa area.

It was a house built during the Republic of China. Although it is not a courtyard house, it is located in a very good location, right on the edge of the Nine Cities.

He sat on the sofa, frowning, and then looked at his wife Hu Zhi: "Is what your uncle said true?"

Hu Zhi glared at him: "What's the use of saying this now? Don't you believe it? The boxes have already been given to your two daughters."

Then he sneered: "Your ex-father-in-law was so thick-skinned that he actually said this was his family's heirloom. Where is Lao Lin? Whose family does this belong to?"

Lin Du sneered and said in a low voice: "I heard that Mr. Wei is in poor health and his descendants are arguing about dividing the property. He has too much time to take care of himself. How can he confront me?"

Then he softened his voice: "Don't worry, everything, including Yu Ruyi, belongs to our son."

Hu Zhi said proudly: "That's right, Yatou Pianzi gave birth to Yatou Pianzi, so thinking about her is in vain."

Lin Du patted his wife on the shoulder.

Mr. Hu from Yubaozhai was Hu Zhi's uncle. He told them a way to send the original box to Lin Qing. Before sending it, he put something in it. It would be fine if the Lin sisters didn't go to identify it. Wait. After a month, the jade Ruyi will change color.

But if she goes and he puts something else in it, it won't take more than a month, but half a month will be enough. The jade Ruyi that has changed color will be worthless.

They will definitely come to him to find out what happened.

At that time, Yu Ruyi naturally returned to his hands.

This was a good idea, and it would avoid offending Lin Qing. That dead girl was lucky enough to become Su Junze's fiancée.

Nowadays, it is difficult to fall out.

Of course, it might not go as he imagined, but it doesn't matter, just destroy it.

What his son didn't have, two dead girls didn't deserve.
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Jacheng, guest house.

Little Asheng whispered to his sister: "Sister, I saw something good yesterday and the price was cheap. Why didn't you buy it?"

Song Yunuan: "Our family does not rely on this to make a fortune."

Yesterday I went out to play and saw a stall selling various items. Asheng said one of the inkstones was good.

After thinking about it, I gave up.

Mainly because there are many outsiders coming to Jacheng.

These people were really like wild dogs that smelled the smell of shit, and they arrived earlier than the survey team.

Someone inside also leaked the news.

They currently don't dare to go to Ginkgo Village, so they wander around elsewhere. Those who can come here are those with vision, ability, means and connections. Song Yunuan doesn't want to take risks.

Yingying opened the door and came in, calling Song Yunuan and Asheng to go out for dinner. Asheng happily followed Yingying and ran out first.

Song Yunuan also packed her things here and bought a lot of local specialties, but they were just specialties. She wanted to buy some fabrics or something, but tickets were required here. Specialties meant eating a lot, and going back meant giving gifts. She also I prepared a few copies for Mr. Ji who was too busy.

She went to the restaurant and told Mr. Ji about souvenirs. Mr. Ji looked excited, but the book must not be in his hands.     has been handed over to professionals for safekeeping and restoration.

Ji Lao's eyes were sparkling. Of course, this was not in that era, but you can never understand the brain circuit of a genius.

So, there is so much to learn.

But this topic cannot be discussed.

He asked Song Yunuan: "What else do you want to buy?"

"You know my family makes satchels and hair flowers. I want to buy some rags and cheap fabrics. They can be of any color. Of course, bright colors are best."

It's a small thing.

He told Song Yunuan that he would go see the goods with him in the afternoon.

So Song Yunuan spent 500 yuan to buy a truckload of fabrics, rags and two sacks of elastic bands.

Then we took the railway directly.

Nanshan County also has a train station, just north of the city. Although it is not big, it does have a freight station.

Some people are really easy to do things. In just over an hour, everything was done.

Then, return the same way.

Two days later, we arrived home.

Ji Lao told Song Yunuan to notify her when the goods arrived, because the consignee's name was written by Ji Lao.

I sent them home first.

Mr. Ji was anxious to go back and sort out the information, but did not enter the house. He said a few words to Mr. Song, and drove towards the county seat with his granddaughter holding a floral dress, shoes and skirt.

Song Yunuan quickly entered the house.

Take a bath, she wants to take a bath.

There is a big wooden barrel at home, which was beaten by Lao Songtou. From the time he came back to now, he always bathes in the big wooden barrel.

Fortunately, the big iron pot boiled water quickly. After washing myself and my brother, dinner was ready.

Little Asheng went to bed early today. Song Yunuan saw that he was asleep, and then went to grandma's room.

It turns out that the satchels and hair flowers were all sold out.

Song Yunuan said that a batch of fabric rags would arrive in a few days. Mrs. Song smiled happily and first gave Song Yunuan 600 yuan, which was the cost of the fabric and shipping.

Song Yunuan looked at the account book.

A total of 4680 yuan was sold before and after.

The big head is on the head flower, the small profit is huge, and it is more profitable than a satchel.

There is still 1000 yuan saved in the savings bank.

Song Yunuan shared 300 yuan last time, and went to Jacheng to get another 500 yuan.

Song Yunuan spent almost no money, and she didn't reimburse the money Mr. Ji gave her, so reimbursing her money seemed unreasonable.

I have to say that Mr. Qian Ji didn't notice it, and Song Yunuan didn't take it to heart either.

But the family members were a little nervous about guarding the money.

Mrs. Song showed a bankbook to Song Yunuan, using Song Yunuan's name, and deposited 1600 yuan.

The remaining 800 yuan per person. The remaining few hundred dollars are just for miscellaneous expenses.

Lian Xiang and last time received a total of 950 yuan.

At this point, the accounts for this batch of satchels and headdresses have been sorted out.

Mrs. Song handed the bankbook to Song Yunuan.

Song Yunuan divided the things she bought for them, and then Lian Xiang excitedly followed her husband and left the old house.

Old Songtou told Song Yunuan that several people came to Beidu yesterday, and one of them was the person who sold his official stove. The person only said that someone bought the incense burner at a high price, and asked him if he would sell it?