Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

After hearing this, Feng Qingxue took it over and took a look. The scratches on the third bead were very deep. They were not scratched by ordinary friction. They should have been scratched with something sharp, which greatly disfigured the bead.

Because of the level issue of that princess, the Dongzhu on this necklace is not of a high level, probably a third-class Dongzhu.

"Do you remember it so clearly?"

"Of course, most of that Princess's dowry has been recorded." After Lu Jiang explained, he pointed at the scratched Dongzhu and said: "I told you that I was very naughty when I was a child, I had a very bad temper, and I would get messy when I was angry. I threw and smashed things. I don’t remember why I was angry. I just remember that I took my mother’s awl and scratched it on the beads. I hurt the beads and I couldn’t place them properly.”

Feng Qingxue looked at him, "Did you cut your hand?"

This situation is most likely to happen when children are not accurate in their hands.

Lu Jiang chuckled and stopped talking.

This expression looks very similar to that of Er Xiong. They are truly a father and son.

Early the next morning, they left the child at home under the watch of the security guard and Lu Tianzhi Guanyu. After sending him to Guancheng and getting on the bus, the couple walked around the nearby black market a few times, sold some grain, and exchanged grain for Some old stuff.

Not far from the black market, Lu Jiang was grabbed by an old man.

"I have been paying attention to you in the black market for a long time. I know that you have food in your hands and want to exchange for those old things. Boy, you are very discerning, and I am also discerning. Unfortunately, it cannot be used as food or clothing. How about we make a deal? "

Lu Jiang looked back at him, "What deal?"

The dry, thin, stained little old man laughed, "I want grain and oil. I don't want anything else, just grain and oil. Coarse grain, fine grain, or any oil will do. But if you give me ten pounds of fine grain, I’ll give you a treasure.”

Feng Qingxue said nothing, and Lu Jiang said, "Why should I believe you? Who knows if you are actually reporting in the name of trading?"

The little old man slapped his thigh and said, "Boy, what you said is wrong. If I reported it, wouldn't I also report myself? My old man's background is not good. He relies on the black market to earn a living, but he will not report his parents! I’ve seen a lot of people like you, who only trade for old things on the black market if they live well and have money. It’s you people who will get rich in the future.”

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue looked at each other and smiled, but did not answer.

The little old man felt a little bored, paused, and continued: "Well, if you don't believe me, I'm afraid you'll report me for deliberately exchanging old things for food. After all, I have a criminal record and was caught twice. Fortunately, My old man made a quick decision and threw the things far away. He had nothing on him. They had no evidence, so they had to let me go. They monitored me for a while, but I was starving. You choose a place, I will show up first, and you will. How about you show up and trade with me after checking that there is no danger around you?”

This is feasible, and many people doing black market transactions do this.

Lu Jiang chose a relatively remote and open place. In the suburbs, they hid in a place where others could not see them. They saw the little old man sneaking up with a big basket on his back. After observing that no one was following him, the couple discovered body.

"Okay, keep your word!"

The old man sat down on the ground and took out many things from his backpack.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue's eyes were immediately opened. Just by looking at the things he took out, they knew that the old man's past wealth was extraordinary.