Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

Now that she saw it, Yang Mo didn't want to let it go, she said directly: "Mr. Qian, your calligraphy and paintings are good or bad, and the price must not be the same, but if you transfer them all to me, I will pay you 150 for each painting." Look at the price."

Teacher Qian is not happy anymore, and he plans to keep two pictures in his hand. He is not a shallow-sighted person, and he knows the value of these things in the prosperous age.

But with the current situation in the country, Teacher Qian is not sure whether he can live a good life, and he is also afraid that his son will not understand, so he will deal with it at will.

Tangled, very tangled.

Teacher Qian is in this state of mind now.

But Yang Mo was able to find the gate of life, and he hit the nail on the head.

"Mr. Qian, these fourteen scrolls are worth 1800 yuan. You have a good vision. You can buy them after you get the money. You have solved your urgent need for money. Why bother to focus on these."

Teacher Qian thought about it, it really is, so he reluctantly took a last look at the scroll placed on the bed, the little old man gritted his teeth: "Do you have so much cash in hand?"

Yang Mo nodded: "Of course."

Then I started to take it out of the small satchel.

The money is all in the system, not to mention 1800, even 18 Yang Mo can take it out.

100 yuan a stack, Yang Mo directly took out 18 stacks: "Come and count."

Let the old man count the money over there, and the scroll has already started rolling here.

The old man turned his head and looked at the money, but didn't say anything.

After 40 minutes had passed since Teacher Qian finished counting the money, Yang Mo did not show any impatience. Seeing that the teacher had finished counting, he smiled and said, "Mr. Qian, is that right?"

Teacher Qian nodded: "That's right."

Yang Mo: "Then I'll take these away."

The old man waved his hand, with a distressed expression on his face: "Take it away."

Yang Mo smiled, and asked again: "Do you have any other good things, not limited to calligraphy and painting, I will accept broken bottles and rotten earthen jars."

The old man gave Yang Mo a white look: "You still broke the bottle, your comrade's eyes are poisonous."

Yang Mo smiled, seeing that he didn't say anything, he got up and prepared to leave.

The old man said: "My old man kept a lot of things, but most of them are gone. I just like calligraphy and painting. My brother left those things."

Yang Mo's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Then does your brother have anything to sell?"

Teacher Qian shook his head: "I don't know, my brother has been gone for three years, but I don't know if the sons in the family are still there. You can ask, they live on Renmin Road."

Yang Mo: "Can you always show me a way?"

Teacher Qian shook his head: "I can't talk to these children, you should ask yourself."

Yang Mo inquired about the exact location again, then took his leave and left.

Teacher Qian's wife and children were in the room outside, and they nodded when they came out. Yang Mo smiled and went out first, Su Yang followed behind with two cloth bags.

The old man's youngest son seemed to want to step forward to say something, but he didn't say anything, so he could only watch the two leave.

After the two left, Mrs. Qian closed the door and went back to the house. Teacher Qian also came out. Under the eyes of the two children, she took out 1800 yuan and put it on the table.

"It's all here, 1800 yuan." Teacher Qian kept an eye out, he didn't take out the 600 yuan earlier.

Even so, no matter whether it was his wife, two sons or a daughter-in-law, their eyes widened.

They never imagined that the dirty calligraphy and paintings made by their father could be sold for so much money.

The old man's eldest son said in disbelief, "Father, is this true? Did you sell it for so much money?"

The old man gave his son a blank look: "Boss, you just have no vision. I told you a long time ago that these things are treasures and their value is immeasurable. You are a petty child. That's all right. I'll sell them all now, so don't worry about them in the future." gone."

The boss scratched his head in embarrassment: "Father, you are right, I don't understand."

Teacher Qian felt that his status in the family had never been so high, so he said: "In addition to sharing the money with your brothers, your mother and I also have some money. Your mother and I will keep 1800 of the 400. Your brothers 700 per person, do you have any objections?"

"No, no." No matter whether it is a son or a daughter-in-law, no one dares to have an opinion.

Teacher Qian nodded, stretched out his hand to divide the money into three parts, and then handed the 400 part to his wife: "Old lady, we will take care of these for the elderly, and you will keep them."

Looking at the two sons, the old man sighed and said, "Take your money yourself, save your money, spend what you should."

"Hey, listen to Dad."

"Father, don't worry."

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Yang Mo and Su Yang left the yard, and before they walked out of the alley, the cloth bag Su Yang was holding in his hand contained only kraft paper.

As for the scrolls, they must have entered the space.

Su Yang's hand holding the bag suddenly felt light, and he knew it was his daughter-in-law who used the space again.

He simply put the cloth bag directly on the bicycle seat, took the bicycle pushed by Yang Mo, and walked out of the alley.

Su Yang asked: "Are you still going to Renmin Road to see what Teacher Qian said?"

Yang Mo shook his head: "I won't go, this thing is fate, if you meet it, you will meet it, there's no need to pass with black eyes."

Su Yang nodded: "Get in the car, I'll take you back."

Yang Mo sat on the back seat of Su Yang's bicycle, and stretched out his arms to wrap tightly around Su Yang's waist.

If this would be an extremely classic and romantic scene in later generations, but in this era, it would be a bad scene.

The reason why Yang Mo hugged Su Yang was entirely because of the cold. The bicycle in this weather was going against the wind.

At home, Su Mei is preparing to fry the sashimi, which is also a special feature of the Chinese New Year here.

There is not so much vegetable oil every year, so it is difficult to fry so much by yourself. Now that Yang Mo has brought back so much vegetable oil, he can consider preparing more generously.

After Yang Mo saw it, he directly took out a few pieces of fresh tofu and two catties of pork belly stuffing in the system.

In the Northeast, there will be some fried food for Chinese New Year, mainly big fruit and tofu meatballs. Since the eldest sister has prepared it, I will also get busy with it.

Seeing the two of them coming back, Su Mei said, "You guys take a break, I'll fry up something to eat."

Seeing what Yang Mo was carrying, he asked, "What did you buy again?"

Yang Mo said with a smile: "It's also for frying. I thought about getting it back, but I didn't expect you to start frying it."

Su Mei smiled and said, "That's just right, let's fry it together."

Yang Mo crushed the tofu directly with his hands, then mixed it with the minced meat, added various seasonings, and started to mix it together. This is ready.