Siheyuan: I'm Shazhu's Neighbor

Antiques?

Some people say it’s a leak?

Xu Dongqing remains skeptical. Most of the first people to make a fortune from antiques, calligraphy and painting were intellectuals with a little spare money in their pockets.

Collect it as your own hobbies.

But these days, when everyone is tightening their belts and eating, how can they have extra spare money to play with antiques, calligraphy and paintings? This obviously gives people the feeling that they are not doing their job properly!

When you get home, you might even get scolded by your own wife. If things go wrong, you might even get into a fight to get rid of the knot in your heart. In an age when eating is a problem.

You are here playing with antiques, calligraphy and painting with me.

I really think that my family is a landowner or an old capitalist who can do whatever they want. Most of them are second-rate dealers, selling out again and again.

After finally smashing it in my hand.

After decades, when people's living standards have improved, they will have more spiritual pursuits of wealth, but they are all valuable no matter what.

Like spending hundreds of millions to buy a bunch of rags, is it simply inflated? Is the money of the rich brought by strong winds? Don’t they know the depth of this industry?

In Xu Dongqing's eyes, these antique calligraphy and paintings are at best an added value. According to jokes on the Internet, these are all leeks' money.

The rich man will be willing to spend his own money, which is the money from cutting leeks, after cashing it out from their hands, and then mortgage it out.

Inside and out, I acted as a white glove for a while.

Withdrawing the money in an honest and fair manner, and living and drinking, a bunch of little people in the courtyard dare to say that they are the masters of antiques, calligraphy and paintings.

If you say no, wouldn’t you laugh out loud?

How many kilograms do you have, don't you have some idea in your mind? You may be deceiving yourself, and you might as well find a piece of tofu and kill it.

The legends that exist and exist in the auction house are just legends. Xu Dongqing doesn't believe it anyway, and the current problems will be viewed from the perspective of future generations.

If he could take the opportunity to buy some, he would be happy!

But after digging it out from the soil, who knows whether it is true or not? The key is that there are some phenomena that cannot be explained in words, which makes him timid, so he should just be his own vegetable seller.

The worst option is to go to the Friendship Store.

What I bought is definitely genuine, and there is also an invoice. Even if someone comes to my door, I will be able to tell you something.

"Just be confident, I don't think they can grow up." Qin Huairu rolled her eyes, twisted her graceful figure, and left the room directly.

Xu Dongqing looked at the back of the pretty widow's head. She was indeed a smart woman. On the one hand, she could take the opportunity to find out the truth about the third uncle's family. She could also discover Xu Dongqing's secret.

There is also a sense of vigilance!

Kill three birds with one stone!

Xu Dongqing gave a thumbs up. Whoever dares to underestimate the pretty widow will often only suffer the consequences in the end.

Siheyuan!

Xu Damao stretched out his waist and looked at the sneaky stickie. Crouching in the corner of Gala, he didn't know what he was peeking at.

Step forward.

At first glance, my dear, this little brat is actually living in the mud. He has no ambition at all. He is so old. He really thinks he is a three-year-old child.

Somewhat impatiently, he put his foot on Bangge's butt.

"Banggen, you are trying to dig out the foundation of the third uncle's house." Xu Damao joked.

Looking at the third uncle and the second uncle coming out, they muttered loudly.

"I..."

Yan Bugui glanced at Banggeng with a shovel and dug into the corner of his house. He became a little angry and kicked Banggeng to the ground.

Banggeng looked at Yan Bugui with a sneer.

Didn't say anything either.

"You little bastard, why do you still hold grudges? Is the foundation of other people's houses so easy to dig? If you want to live in mud, go dig the foundation of your house."

Yan Bugui looked at the corner of his house speechlessly. He had already dug out three bricks. He really thought he was a mouse.

We need to dig a hole in the ground!

"Huai Ru, stop washing the dirty clothes. Look at the good things your family has done. You even dare to dig up the foundation of my house. Don't ignore Banggen because he is small." Yan Bugui warned.

Yan Jiefang hurriedly opened the door curtain, thinking that there was another good show to watch. When he saw that a corner of his house had been dug up, he wanted to teach Banggeng a lesson.

Haha!

Qin Huairu smiled coldly, picked up the stick and knocked the dirt off her body.

"Banggan, does it hurt?"

"A little bit."

Bangge is also a smart guy. He knows that he has a backing to support him, so naturally he will not make trouble but just watch the fun.

Look at this!

"Qin Huairu, Banggeng was spoiled by you and Mrs. Zhang. For such an old man, he is still playing in the mud. Do people outside the courtyard who don't know him think he is mentally retarded?"

Yan Bugui kicked the dirt away angrily, revealing a rooster that had been plucked and wrapped in leaves, looking like a little master in the kitchen.

The third uncle is a little greedy.

Ever since Xu Dongqing brought back a few old hens last time and asked Qin Huairu to raise them, they were all eaten up by Banggian in two days. Other families in the courtyard no longer dared to raise chickens. They were afraid that they would be killed by Banggian.

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"Where did this chicken come from? The little brat must have stolen it." Yan Bugui angrily yelled, picking up the chicken wrapped in leaves and walking towards his home.

"Third uncle, you are so majestic. This old hen was brought by my family. It has a half-cent relationship with your family. Put the old hen down for me." Qin Huairu knocked on the window angrily.

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Ahem!

"Isn't this dirt? I'll keep it for Banggeng first. If the owner comes to visit me, I can give it to him, right?" Yan Bugui smiled.

If he were asked to spend money to buy an old hen, he would be reluctant to part with it.

With this money, how many good things can you go to the countryside to exchange for? Yan Bugui glanced at the old hen wrapped in mud in his hand reluctantly, and put it on the spot helplessly.

"Banggen, take the beggar's chicken back to the house." Qin Huairu patted Banggian's little head. She knew how to eat this melon. There was nothing she could do.

But she can despise education, and there is no way for others to take advantage of it. She has this confidence and has money in her pocket, even if the owner comes to pay for it in the end.

But what if Yan Bugui took it away?

"Qin Huairu, do you know that you are indulging in Banggeng? I think we should send the beggar chicken to the security department and let the owner find it back. What do you think?"

Yan Bugui glanced greedily.

I went to the security department and worked hard with the second uncle. By then, the two of them could have another drink and someone would come over.

That’s hard to say.

Just push it to Banggeng.

Qin Huairu's expression changed.

"Third uncle, I won't spare you the trouble. I'd better resolve my family's affairs myself."

"You."

Yan Bugui was a little angry, how could he do it without the oil and salt?

"Banggen, where did you get this beggar chicken from?" Xu Damao said jokingly, blocking Banggen's path.