80s: Little Sweet Wife

Then Wu Mei bought a dressing box, a pen holder, a snuff bottle, and two paintings. These were all small pieces. The biggest one was a black urn that Wu Mei held in his hand. He looks ugly, and the most important thing is that he still smells sultry, and Wu Mei is so smoked that he can't even open his eyes.

Wu Mei didn't want to buy this stinky urn at all. She really didn't see how good it was, but Qiu Qiu didn't follow it. She had to ask Wu Mei to buy it. When she bought other things, she didn't see how excited it was. When it was only in the urn, Qiuqiu's tail flicked like a cramp.

"Boss, how much is this jar?" Wu Mei asked while covering his nose.

The stall owner is an old man with a goatee. He has been paying attention to this beautiful little girl Wu Mei. He spent nearly 100 yuan in less than an hour. He is definitely a little **** of wealth. If such a good persimmon is not slaughtered, how long will it be? ?

"Twenty dollars, one price!" The old man with the goatee beard asked Wu Mei a lot.

"Boss, you need 20 yuan for this piece of shit, why don't you ask for 200 yuan?"

"The old man has always bid fairly, so naturally he won't offer 200 yuan. If you want 20 yuan, you can take it. If you don't want it, put it down. Don't delay my business."

The goatee old man laughed deeply. He was sure that this little girl must buy this urn. Although he didn't understand why this beautiful little girl would like this broken urinal, it didn't affect him to kill the guest!

This broken urinal was collected by him in the countryside with a pound of biscuits. The owner of the house used it as a chamber pot for his son. All four sons grew up on this chamber pot. The remaining value is worth a pound of biscuits!

Judging from the eyesight he has cultivated for decades, this broken urinal is worthless. It has been on the stall for a year. No one has asked. Gotta hold on tight.

Wu Mei repaid the price a few more times. The old man was like a gourd with a saw mouth. He didn't let go of anything he said. Wu Mei was so angry that his heart and lungs hurt. , a total of eighteen yuan and fifty-eight cents.

"Boss, that's all I have left. You can sell it to me. I broke my grandma's rice jar before. This one is very similar to my grandmother's rice jar. I'll take it back and make up the number. You can sell it to me."

Wu Mei lengthened his voice and acted coquettishly at the old man with the goatee. His voice was as sweet and greasy as candy.

"Chengchengcheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You can take it, it's a big deal I'll lose some money." The goatee old man rubbed the goose bumps on his arms.

Wu Mei happily picked up the urinal, the smell of urine rushed straight to the top of her head, so that she could not open her eyes when the first Buddha was born and the second Buddha ascended to heaven.

"Boss, why does this pot smell so great? It can't be a urinal, right?" Wu Mei asked suspiciously.

"How is that possible? It's just that the taste has grown over time. Which urinal looks like this?" The stall owner was bitten to death and refused to admit it. He secretly sympathized with the old lady of Wumei's family, and cooked it with the rice in the urinal. The rice tastes absolutely top-notch.

Yan Mingshun is far away from Wumei, even he can't stand the smell, thanks to this silly girl, she can still hug her happily.

But he can be sure now that the things Wu Mei buys must be genuine, and her credentials are nine times out of ten, because every time Wu Mei picks something, Qiu Qiu's tail will keep flicking, and When not buying, Qiuqiu just eats candy quietly.

It's a coincidence once or twice, but it's always like this, which is a big problem. Eight zero sweet wife