The Sweet Wife of the Seventies

The old man was a little excited and handed the newspaper in his hand to Gu Lingling together with the piece of lint that couldn't see the color.

"How... How?" His voice trembled. "Do you want it?"

If it weren't for the fact that the old woman in the family was ill and couldn't afford to see a doctor, he wouldn't sell this ancestral object.

Unfortunately, these people are cynical, and no one is willing to believe his words at the sight of his ragged clothes.

"You are a good thing." Gu Lingling said with a smile, "if you buy it now, it will be too bad."

"You... You believe me?" The old man said excitedly.

Gu Lingling nodded.

Maybe some people will think the sugar color on it is fake and deliberately made it for old-fashioned use, but she just looked carefully. I'm afraid this trigger is one of the objects that Lord Zhou told her that year.

It is said that this is made of a whole stone, bracelets, wrenches, hairpins and earrings.

It's just that the master worked hard to do this set well, but he was known and liked by a local official. The master was a jade fool and naturally refused.

Then there was a robbery, and finally the master was killed. The last bite of blood before death vomited on the pile of jade he made.

And the sugar color on it is actually the owner's blood.

"Old man, this is a good thing. You can double it in a period of time." Gu Lingling seriously persuaded.

"The family is waiting for money, otherwise it won't be sold." The old man sighed and said.

"Do you think this is OK?" She said, "if you want to redeem it in a month, come to me at any time." She smiled. "This thing should be sent to me first."

"Really... Really?" The old man couldn't believe it.

Some people not only believe him, but also are willing to help him in this way.

"Good boy, this thing is predestined by you. Give me a price." Said the old man.

No matter how much, he will sell!

"But I don't have so much cash in my hand now, and it's inconvenient for you to take it." Gu Lingling said here, looking at Yang Yunhai, he nodded at himself.

"This little girl has a sweet mouth. Don't be a liar?" Some people couldn't help saying when they heard this.

"Lao Liu, didn't you say that this thing of mine is fake?" The old man got it.

The first day he brought his stuff, he showed it to Lao Liu. He said it was fake, so these people didn't believe it later.

Lao Liu is the owner of an antique shop in this street. He is somewhat famous in this industry.

Old Liu's face was a little hung up. Looking at Gu Lingling, he said, "what I said is that this little girl should not be cheated. Young people don't understand the doorway here. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Some things look like that, but fake is fake."

"Thank you for your kindness. It's hard for a thousand dollars to buy love. I just like this trigger, that is, I think it's true." Gu Lingling said.

After being wronged repeatedly, Lao Liu was in a bad mood, "little girl, do you know your family is so willful?"

"Unruly," Yang Yunhai raised his mouth slightly, "I like it."

what?

Old Liu was stunned for a moment.

The blackbird on the tree lazily combed his feathers, and it was no wonder that his master sprinkled all kinds of dog food.

Everyone, "..."