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Chapter 119 Tell the big mom the truth, the ghost market picks up the leak

Yi Zhonghai's arrogant look made Zhou Xuejian very happy!

This wicked and smoky person knows that the problem lies with him, but he keeps avoiding it.

It's not that Yi Zhonghai doesn't know his problem, it's just that he doesn't want to admit it.

He even deceived himself.

He still wanted Qin Huairu to give birth to a monkey.

There are no doors.

Even if Qin Huairu didn't go to the ring, Yi Zhonghai didn't have that ability.

Zhou Xuejian knew that the aunt had always thought that she was infertile and felt sorry for Yi Zhonghai, so she had been wronging herself for so many years.

But the one who really couldn't give birth was not Yi Zhonghai, but Yi Zhonghai.

Like Xu Damao, Yi Zhonghai had his own problems. If Zhou Xuejian hadn't intervened, Xu Damao, like Yi Zhonghai, would have blamed women for these things.

But it's obviously not the fault of these women, how innocent they are.

Now Yi Zhonghai is so courageous that he doesn't hide it from his aunt, and goes directly to Qin Huairu's house, which is simply a blatant humiliation.

Who doesn't have a woman, Zhou Xuejian can't see it the most.

"Auntie, this black light is blind, why is he sad here alone, what happened?" Zhou Xuejian asked.

He couldn't directly say 06 that he heard everything, that way it would appear that he was listening to the wall.

"No... nothing." The big mother choked up.

"Hey, big mom, are you sad about the child again? In fact, sometimes this matter is not necessarily the reason of the woman, but also the reason of the man." Zhou Xuejian said.

He still has to go to the ghost market, and he doesn't have much time to chat with Big Mom, so he quickly cut to the topic.

"Huh? What does that mean?"

“That is to say, sometimes it is not necessarily the woman’s fault that she cannot give birth to a child, but that the man cannot give birth.

I shouldn't have said this, but you are one of the few kind-hearted people in the compound. Seeing how you have been wronged for so many years, I think it is necessary to tell you.

Big Mom, you can learn from Xu Damao and Lou Xiaoe and go to the hospital. "Zhou Xuejian suggested.

In this day and age, many people don't understand the principle of having children at all. As long as a family has no children, everyone will assume that it is a woman's problem.

Older women like Da Ma not only don't understand the traditions, but are deeply poisoned by traditional thoughts, so she never suspected that the reason why she and Yi Zhonghai had no children was not her fault at all.

Even though there was already a case in the compound, Xu Damao and Lou Xiao'e, she still didn't think about it that way.

Now that Zhou Xuejian made it so straightforward, although the aunt did not fully believe it, the seeds had already been planted in her heart.

Seeing this, Zhang Xuejian said no more, politely left, and continued to the ghost market.

Not long after, he came to the entrance of the largest ghost market in Forty-Nine City.

It was a narrow alley, with a red lantern standing at the entrance, and behind it was a deep darkness.

From the whole point of view, the red lantern looks like a bright light for monsters in the dark to lure humans to come.

Zhou Xuejian walked into the alley without stopping, turned three times, and came to the real ghost market.

The ghost market is very big, surrounded by vermilion city walls, it is already filled with stalls indistinctly, and all kinds of people are shuttling inside, it is very lively.

The ghost market is a good place. Everyone wants to find the most valuable things with the least money, but sometimes God seems to like to play tricks, and often plays tricks on those who think they have unique vision.

Zhou Xuejian opened the golden pupils. Anything that caught his eyes would immediately reveal the year it was produced, where it came from, what material it was made of, and so on.

Distinguishing between true and false directly.

Zhou Xuejian was overjoyed, these golden eyes were really amazing. With such eyesight, who could deceive him?

After turning around twice at random, Zhou Xuejian stopped in front of a booth.

He saw three treasures.

Blue and white vase with intertwining branches and floral patterns, elephant ears.

This bottle came out of the kiln during the Yongzheng period. It has a delicate texture, a dish mouth, and symmetrical two-way ears on the neck.

The outer wall of the utensil is decorated with blue and white flowers, with multi-layered decorations, including fretwork, cloud pattern, folded branch flowers, wishful cloud head, twined branch flowers, variant Yanglian petals, etc., with rich layers.

This bottle is worth more than 6000 million if it is left in later generations.

Now, it just happened to be given to Xiaolongnv to arrange flowers.

Longquan Kiln Jar with Chrysanthemum Petal Pattern and Lotus Leaf Cover.

This thing is small, with a lotus leaf-shaped lid, and the belly of the vessel is decorated with raised chrysanthemum petals. The glaze color is even and light, elegant and smooth.

Although this thing is small, its value is definitely not lower than that of the handicap bottle, at least it is more than 6000 million.

Just put candies for my daughter, my daughter will definitely like it.

The last one is an exquisite jug, which is a holding pot with a blue unicorn pattern.

The selling price of the holding pot known to Zhou Xuejian is about 40 beautiful coins, which is almost 300 million when converted.

It is the cheapest of the three.

"Brother, I have good things here. I never lie. Just tell me what you see." The stall owner was a middle-aged man. Seeing that Zhou Xuejian was young, he must be an outsider, so he wanted to fool him.

"These five things, help me." Zhou Xuejian pointed out the three things identified by Huang Jintong one by one, and picked up two more beautiful ornaments by the way and said.

When it comes to buying things, you have to mix the real and the fake.

When the stall owner heard this, he straightened his face immediately, and didn't dare to think that Zhou Xuejian was a fool, so he began to make gestures seriously.

The so-called giving hands is actually a way of bargaining in the ghost market.

This is a rule of the ghost market. They don't talk about money with each other, so as not to be tacky.

The stall owner bid, Zhou Xuejian returned, and the stall owner offered again, Zhou Xuejian shook his head, expressing that he would not add any more money.

In the end, all five pieces of porcelain were packaged at a price of two hundred yuan.

The stall owner originally wanted to lie to Zhou Xuejian, but unexpectedly Zhou Xuejian directly pointed out the source of the other two fake things, and the stall owner couldn't continue the stalemate.

Little did he know that Zhou Xuejian took advantage of this fact.

Turning around again, Zhou Xuejian's eyes fell on a wooden box.

"This is a good item." The stall owner said quickly when he found that someone was interested in his item.

Of course Zhou Xuejian knew this was a good item.

This is something from the Kangxi period. Qianlong wrote Tao Yuanming's "Ai Lian Shuo" at the bottom of the box.

Zhou Xuejian had seen this thing in "Under the Zhengyang Gate". It was Han Chunming who had spent a long time getting it from Zattered Hou, and finally gave it to Su Meng.

"Which stall owner doesn't say that his own is a good thing, I look good, so don't say so much, come to me." Zhou Xuejian said.

In the end, the two bargained, and Zhou Shijian pocketed it for ten yuan.

In the end, he turned around again, and when he had nothing more to look for, Zhou Xuejian went back home.

The next day, because it was the weekend, most people were resting at home.

At the gate of the courtyard, Yan Jiekuang was playing with a dusty pipe in the sand.

Passing by the door with a bag of tatters, his eyes lit up when he saw this pipe.

"Little friend, how about I exchange two big white rabbits for this thing of yours?"

Yan Jiekuang was about to agree, but was stopped by the third mother, and took the dry pipe directly from his hand, "This thing is not for children to decide, I have to go back and discuss it with my boss, but you have to give a price first.".

Chapter 120 The two uncles were shocked, and a broken box was sold for 200 yuan

"I happen to be short of a dry tobacco bag. I like this one. It costs five cents. You can ask your boss if he is willing to sell it." said the rag collector.

The third mother turned around and went back to the house, and told Yan Bugui about the matter.

"This should be an antique. It must be more than this little money. That person is cheating you. In this way, you go and get sandpaper. I'll clean it up and brighten it up for him. I'm sure it will sell for more money." Yan Bugui was full of confidence. Said.

The three mothers went to get the things as promised, and Yan Bugui took them and polished them until they were polished until they were shiny.

"Take it out and sell it now, and it will definitely sell for two yuan."

"Hey." The three mothers took it out happily.

"The trash collectors, take a look now, the ones that are rubbish and shiny, I told you in charge, the ones sell for two yuan." The third mother said confidently.

The tattered one held the cigarette bag in his hand and looked left and right, and finally wanted to cry but had no tears.

"Ignorance, it's terrible to be uneducated." The trash collector sighed.

"Hey, you trash collector, why are you still scolding the master?" The third mother said displeased.

"Hmph. I know why I bought your tobacco bag, and I just pointed at the two letters on the tobacco rod. You guys are lucky, and they are all polished." The tattered tobacco bag was thrown back, feeling sorry for a while.

There are two letters JB on the dry tobacco bag, which is the abbreviation of James Bruce.

In 1860, when the Ninth Prince and the Earl of England signed the treaty in Sijiu City, he personally gave it to Elgin.

JB is his initials.

It's a symbol of history.

If the letters are worn off, they are worthless.

"Then...then how much do you charge for this cigarette now?" The third mother asked with some uncertainty: "It's worth a dollar."

The rag collector looked at the third aunt as if she was retarded, "If you hadn't polished it, I might have raised the price for you. Now, just keep it for yourself. What could have been sold for ten yuan has been ruined by you." "

"Haha..., this is called cleverness being misled by cleverness. Yan Bugui plots every day, but he didn't expect that in the end he would end up plotting against himself." Liu Haizhong, who had just been put back last night, was watching the joke.

Yan Bugui was happy thinking that he could earn two yuan, so he followed behind the third mother. Although he didn't show up, he took all the words about collecting the trash into his ears.

Hearing this, he was so regretful that he beat his chest and stomped his feet.

Just at this time, I heard Liu Haizhong said that he wanted to sell things to the junk collectors, so he went to the backyard with the two of them.

On the one hand, it is to join in the fun, and on the other hand, it is to see if there is a chance to mock back.

When they came to the backyard, Zhou Xuejian was playing with the huanghuali sticker box in front of his house.