The sweet marriage of the eighty daughter

Chapter 32
There is no such thing as getting something for nothing in this world, and the so-called luck is only given to those who are prepared.

Jiang Yishui would choose this opportunity to come to Sun's house.

That was all planned in my heart... I knew that the father and son of the Sun family would have conflicts because of the bride price.

as predicted!

She really guessed it.

Sun Dabao came up with the trick of "running away from home".

Sun Xinguo's face turned pale with fright... If his son really leaves, who will take care of him in the future?Or if the son really can't get married this time, why don't he blame himself for the rest of his life?Father and son are really ready to turn their faces?
But he was out of face.

I'm also ashamed to go up and beg for nothing and drag my son.

Exactly!

Jiang Yishui made a timely move and stopped Sun Dabao, which was regarded as a relief for the father and son.

The courtyard fell silent.

To be honest, both father and son wanted to take a step back, but neither of them wanted to bow their heads first.

Jiang Yishui coughed softly, "Brother Dabao, Uncle Sun always regards you as his favorite! What about you? You are also considerate and filial to him! What's going on today? If you don't agree with me, you just run away in anger? If father and son have something to do, they can discuss it slowly."

Neither side is to blame.

Sun Xinguo nodded, put his hands on his cuffs, and leaned against the door, "That's right! Shui'er, please persuade your brother Bao again."

"I can't persuade you! Brother Dabao is right. We rural people live like this. Marrying wives and having children, spreading branches and leaves, doesn't every family live like this?"

In a word from Jiang Yishui...

Sun Dabao became even more enthusiastic when he said, "Originally! Antiques? They are all for the rich! They are not suitable for eating or drinking! Why do we keep them? Get rich and marry wives by pointing at them? What about the Year of the Monkey? Wait until I'm 80 years old?"

Sun Dabao is now one of the 100 people who wants to sell things for money to marry a wife.

and so……

He stopped talking politely, "Besides, Old Tang's family is not a relative of the emperor. It's hard to say whether the things you got from his house are antiques or not. Even if I'm 80 years old, I'm afraid they still won't be able to sell for money! What's the use of keeping it? It's broken! It still takes up space! Don't say anything else! Just the big bed? We all sleep in the big kang in the Northeast. It's about to break, who has gone to sleep?"

coming!

Jiang Yishui smiled calmly, "Hey, Brother Dabao, don't you really say that, the big bed in your house, young people don't like it, but old people like it! My father mentioned it several times. "

"Then sell it to you." Sun Dabao slapped his thigh, "How much will you pay?"

Jiang Yishui retreated, "Don't tell me! I have no place to put it after buying it. Besides, Uncle Sun may not be willing to sell it!"

Sun Dabao glared at his father, "What's the matter? You're talking, are you going to sell it or not? Today's matter has to be decided! Xiao Cui's family is still waiting for an answer. If they don't agree to buy a watch, this marriage will be ruined." .”

That's all there is to say.

Pity the parents of the world.

now……

Even if he wanted to take Sun Xinguo's heart and soul, he had to grit his teeth and take it out, otherwise, he would have enmity with his son in sight.

He simply squatted down on the ground, "I'm getting old, and you will have the final say on this family from now on!"

"What I said is right?" Sun Dabao nodded to Jiang Yishui, "Then this matter is settled. Sister Yishui, please go into the house and have a look. I still have a few broken bottles in my house. If you want, you can use them." Take it!"

"Oops! I don't have that much money."

Although so.

But she didn't stop walking, and followed Sun Dabao into the house.

Sun Xinguo was still a little worried.

He simply followed into the house.

Sun Dabao went to the kang with his shoes on, took out a small red cloth bag from the kang cabinet, and opened it casually. Inside were two colorful flower bowls... Carmine-red peonies were painted on a clean white background. Looking at it with a cold eye, it is so lifelike.

Jiang Yishui has a photographic memory, and he has been studying antique books these days. When he saw this small bowl...the surface is smooth, with a glassy reflective feel, and the bottom shaft is pure white, neither blue nor yellow. Take it and use it. When you touch it with your hand, you can clearly feel the embossed pattern. If you look closely under the sunlight, it seems that there are openings on each small flower, and there is a traditional blue inscription on the bottom of the bowl: Yongzheng year system.

This year... there are too few counterfeit antiques.

Think about the source again.

It is undoubtedly the enamel color of the Qing Dynasty.

She was not in a hurry, smiled lightly, and handed the little bowl back to Sun Dabao, "I don't understand this thing, how much is it worth? You should go and find out by yourself, don't sell it for compensation."

"I've inquired about it. The last time a junk collector came, he told me to give me 4 yuan! My father wanted 5 yuan, but he left without giving it."

"Oh!" Jiang Yishui has his own backbone in doing things, not anxious or impatient, "Is that so? Then you just wait, maybe he will come back in two days!"

"What am I waiting for? All I want is money now!"

Jiang Yishui didn't speak.

But I understand it in my heart:
The process of Yongzheng enamel color is the most complicated. The required white porcelain body must be specially provided by JDZ, and then hand-painted by a painter. Finally, it is baked in a charcoal furnace at 600°C. Therefore, the number of enamel colored porcelain is limited, and there are even fewer remaining finished products.
five yuan?
Too much value!

Sun Dabao went back into the box one after another, and took out several porcelain bottles, plates and tea sets.

Although Jiang Yishui's knowledge of antiques was still limited, he took a cursory look at them. There were ingots and ruyi painted on the bottom of the vessel, which sounded like "must be ruyi", and most of them were from folk kilns.

She thought about it...

One is that the money at hand is really not enough, and the other is that I don’t want to do everything I want, "Brother Dabao, how about it, I like those two small bowls and big bed, you give me a price, and I will take it if it is almost the same." I'll send you the money as soon as possible, and find someone else to sell the rest! I can only help you so much!"

After a pause, I suddenly thought of a person, "That's right! I also know a trash collector in the city. I met him once, and the relationship is not deep. It seems to be Tong Huihui! If you really can't sell it, you are in a hurry to use it." As for the money, you can go to him and have a try.”

Having said that, Jiang Yishui did not leave Tong Shaohui's contact information to Sun Dabao.

Is the product you fancy not available yet?
Introduce Tong Shaohui now, aren't you poaching your own corner?

Sun Dabao nodded, "Understood!"

It's the same if you sell the same one first, "Then..."

Looking sideways at his father, "Father, what are you talking about, how much are these three things?"

Sun Xinguo gritted his teeth and held out three fingers.

Jiang Yishui's eyes widened, "Huh? Thirty? Even if your two bowls are 5 yuan each, it's only 10 yuan, and your big bed can sell for 20 yuan? I really didn't say, Uncle Sun, you go to the county by yourself Richard, please take a look and see how much your bed can sell for when it arrives."

Say no more.

Turn around and leave.

Trust OK?
Can Sun Xinguo lose his mind?
Put something there, when it will be sold, maybe!Son waiting for the money to get married?Isn't the cucumber dish cold?
Besides, he also asked someone in private... The highest price was only 13 yuan.

He also knows that he wants more.

He hurriedly stopped Jiang Yishui, "This girl, why are you in such a hurry? Then... How much do you say?"

Jiang Yishui pondered for a while... If you don't suffer a loss, you have to make a profit for the other party. It is easier to make a deal if the other party feels itchy, "25! I won't buy any more!"

The last time she sold ginseng was exactly 27.5, and now she can also take out the money, "If you think it's okay, I'll give you the money in the afternoon!"

Get money right away?
Is the price higher than what others offer?
Sun Xinguo summed up, "..."

Sun Dabao was afraid that the 25 would "run away", so he immediately raised his voice, "Sell it! That's it! I'll send it to your house in a while!"

Become!

Jiang Yishui narrowed his eyes and smiled.

many years later...

Her pair of Yongzheng enamel bowls appeared at the auction and were sold at a sky-high price!

(End of this chapter)