The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 6 can't be sold for two dollars!
Her conclusion at the time was that Old Tang's teaching was not good. At that time, it was all about the fate of parents. Old Tang's fault accounted for a large part.These words made Grandpa very angry. By teaching her curium porcelain, she used the wrong technique and whipped her several times.

I don’t know if the story is true or not, but the things are true.Her great-grandfather trained under Rongxiang Store in Laohai City. Rongxiang Store was an old pawn shop with a history of hundreds of years and later developed into an old department store. Her great-grandfather was responsible for the identification, restoration and custody of old objects.The old store was in the capital, but later it was relocated to Haishi due to the chaos. Her great-grandfather grew up as a waiter and became a shopkeeper step by step, learning a lot of skills. Unfortunately, none of his sons and grandsons had any talent, but she, a girl, got the real deal.

Her great-grandfather had said more than once that she was born to eat this bowl of rice. At that time, she was too young and at the age of rebellion, so she didn't take this seriously.

According to the great grandfather, this thing came out of the Qing Palace and was cherished by the Empress Dowager Cixi in the early years. Later, the Empress Dowager Cixi changed her liking to jade. In addition to the chaos at that time, the eunuch exchanged the fake for the real painting. Out.

Later, he was transferred to the Rongxiang ship. When my great-grandfather was young, he had merit in protecting treasures, so the big boss rewarded him with this painting and other things.

The other painting is a picture of the separation of the brothers, which was written by her great-grandfather.Grandpa mentioned in his last words that if there is a chance to go back and the Rongxiang is still there, he will give this painting to the owner of the Rongxiang.The other great-grandfathers didn't say much.

She felt that there should be a story in it.

The previous picture of eight steeds was my great-grandfather's favorite. After my great-grandfather left, she planned to be buried with her, but she was worried about public security, fearing that the front feet would be buried and the back feet would be dug out.It doesn't matter if things are lost, I'm afraid of disturbing my grandpa's cleanliness, so I didn't bury them.

There should still be a few jars buried in the ground, and they definitely won't be able to take them away today.She also wanted to keep a back hand and didn't plan to touch those things.

The treasure chest was lifted out of the door first.

Seriously explain to the son-in-law: "Don't bump into it."

Song Yi nodded. He used to lift this thing ten years ago, so he quickly lifted it onto the Cadillac with both hands.

Fang Zongtang glanced at the embarrassing look in a suit and carrying things, and smiled angrily.

His clumsy appearance didn't change much.

She went back and put the small box into her bag, picked up two paintings, looked around the room again, and then went out.

Song Yi was already standing at the door.

After she went out, she began to order: "Paint the walls, don't leave things that don't belong there, and don't move things that belong there. The ground doesn't move, the walls, beams, and roof don't move, and the clothesline tied in the yard is removed."

Song Yi reached out to take the thing in Fang Zongtang's hand, and she handed it out smoothly.

It was like this before, and she didn't feel anything was wrong.

Song Yi: "It turned out that I was afraid of bumping the things in the yard, so I put them all away. After the house is painted and dried, I will put the things back."

Fang Zongtang stopped and glanced at Song Yi, then said bluntly: "I thought you had to sell it?"

Song Yi narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "You can't sell it for two yuan."

Fang Zongtang thought about it too.

Those things were good before they were broken, but unfortunately when she got them back, they were junk that cost nothing.The most valuable thing is the old rosewood. Unfortunately, it is too old, and the traces of use are too obvious.

Those who are really rich don't want to buy it, and those who don't have money can't afford it.

"It's okay. I finally did something clever for me. Let's go, isn't it a mountain villa? I'm hungry!"

(End of this chapter)