After exile, I counterattacked with the farm space

Chapter 125 Rumor Fermentation
After Sanfang left, the female family members of Qingping Prince's Mansion burst into laughter, especially the imperial concubine who perfectly explained what it meant to cry with joy.

"Okay, mother, don't cry, don't cry, put away your tears quickly, and follow the plan of sister-in-law, aunt will return to us soon..."

As expected of a caring little dumpling, Wen Chengming touched the little handkerchief and gently wiped the tears of the imperial concubine. He was not very impressed with this grandmother.I just heard from my mother that she once hugged me when I was a child, and I think she is as gentle as my mother...

"Cheng Ming is right, Wei Yao, that side has already taken the bait, we rashly refuse, in case they plan to let my aunt to fend for herself..."

The imperial concubine was amused by Wen Chengming, and after touching his little head, she looked at Cheng Weiyao and expressed her concerns.

Joy is followed by worry. Now that he is in exile, he is living in a difficult life. The grandfather's backyard is also the master of the family. According to the style of the mistress's work, it is very likely that he will not ask for help.

As for the old lady who eats vegetarian food and recites Buddha all day long, she is just a kind-hearted person with a cold heart, and her family is indifferent, so her worries are not groundless.

"Mother, don't worry, I naturally have a way to force them to obediently bring the concubine release letter."

Cheng Weiyao packed up the trolley and was about to go out of the stall. Hearing the words of the imperial concubine's inquiry, she smiled confidently.

Grandfather's male chauvinism is a point that can be used. Such a man has a good face, and he has to create the situation in advance.

"Is there anything Madam needs to help her husband?"

Wen Chengyun has already packed up and helped Cheng Weiyao push the car out of the house. His wife has been planning for many days. Seeing that the fish are already ready to bite the hook, the netting is just around the corner.

"Naturally, I need my husband's help."

Cheng Weiyao grinned, her crescent moon eyes were cunning like a fox...

After lunch, the sun is pleasant.

The place where Cheng Weiyao set up her stall was in a downtown area, and the population itself was densely populated, so many gossips and gossips were born from it.

It is a lively time in restaurants and teahouses.The acclaimed sound of storytelling mixed with the sound of singing came out indistinctly, tickling people's hearts.

It costs money to go to teahouses and restaurants to listen to books or sing operas. People who don’t have three melons and two dates in their pockets move small stools or sit cross-legged in a shady place to sit and gossip.

"Have you heard that something serious is going to happen in the city? The aunt of the family on East Street seems to have contracted some dirty disease, which can be contagious!"

"Where did you hear that? Don't dare to talk nonsense. If you are sick, you should seek medical attention. If you are contagious, you will need to be locked up for recuperation..."

"It's not groundless. I heard that the mistress of the house is a powerful one. The vegetable seller said that he hadn't seen the aunt for several days. The last time I saw her, she felt sick, and she looked like she was running out of time..."

"Then don't talk nonsense, no matter how ruthless the mistress is, she is still the aunt of the family, how can she just ignore her?"

Cheng Weiyao was baking buns at the moment, when this sentence came to her ears, the chopsticks she was about to turn over buns paused for a moment.I didn't expect that people these days are quite good at chasing rumors.

Originally, Wen Chengyun was just asking Wen Chengyun to spread the matter about his aunt's illness, but he didn't expect to tarnish the reputation of the eldest housewife...

However, according to this speed of transmission, it should be able to reach the ears of everyone in the grandfather's family soon, and it will be difficult to ride a tiger by then.

Cheng Weiyao's calculations were good, but the first to get the news was not the grandfather's backyard, but the grandfather himself.

Since he arrived in Qingshi Town, he has noticed the prosperity of the local trade, and started the business of asking for treasures with the help of his vision in the capital.

In layman's terms, it means collecting things at low prices and selling them at high prices. Qingshi Town is small, but it extends in all directions.

On this day, the grandfather who had just received an antique bowl from a small vendor entered the pawnshop happily, but was stopped by the shopkeeper sitting in the cabinet as soon as he entered the door.

"Sorry, our pawn shop won't accept anything today, please come back another day."

Although the shopkeeper who sits in the cabinet said that he was sitting in the shop, he could hear everything when he went out to have lunch when he changed shifts at noon. This man has an aunt who is suffering from an infectious disease at home, and he may have some sickness on him.

Doing business is important, but life is even more important, he dare not risk his life for a little money.

"Shopkeeper, what do you mean? The pawnshop is still open with a sign. Is this a big shop bully or is it deliberately trying to make things difficult for me..."

Grandfather narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling a little dissatisfied in his heart. Although he asked for a higher price every time he came to sell things, it was not because the pawn shop wanted to lower the price, and he had calculated the transaction price in advance.

Every time a transaction is made, isn't the shopkeeper also smiling?
"Look at what you said, why are you still angry? I really don't plan to collect things today. The money on the shop floor is a bit too much to turn over. You always bring some good things... ..."

Seeing that the grandfather got angry, the shopkeeper in the cabinet quickly smoothed things over, and it didn't look like he was sick, but he just had to be on guard.

It's not that this thing can't be accepted, it's just that the procedures are a little more troublesome...

"Look, it's not the first time I've come to your place, and I can fool you. This is an old thing, made by a government kiln..."

Grandfather's face softened a lot, he took out the newly collected small bowl and put it together as usual.

As soon as they were next to each other, the shopkeeper sitting in the cabinet smeared oil on the soles of his feet with a slightly changed face, and opened the distance between the two of them. He pretended to take a handful of moxa sticks from the drawer of the counter and lit them into the delicate small incense burner.

The roots of wormwood are strong and the roots are fumigated, which not only repels mosquitoes and purifies odors, but also eliminates all diseases.So even if no one is sick, some families still have the habit of smoking moxa, so my grandfather just frowned slightly and didn't say much.

"You can put it on the counter. In case it is a loss for both parties, I will take a look in the cabinet."

The counter shopkeeper didn't intend to go out after entering the counter. It's much safer to have a layer of things separated than direct contact.

Each trade has its own rules, and it is taboo to hand over antiques to opponents, so as to avoid the risk of accidental breakage, and at the same time show that one is a veteran.

"You have to watch carefully, I won't let go easily when the price is low." The grandfather carefully placed the small bowl on the counter and gently pushed it over.

The shopkeeper sitting in the cabinet carefully wrapped the small bowl with a handkerchief to check the age of workmanship, and the grandfather waited patiently while calculating the price for a while.

"You little bowl..." the shopkeeper frowned and said.

(End of this chapter)