Bringing space back to the 1970s to develop rural areas

"Fifty?" This price really surprised Yang Qingdai.

I read an article before, where a collector bargained with the seller for ten yuan before buying a chrysanthemum-petal plate. Could these be fakes? !

"what's your name?"

"Wang Changfeng."

The young man's eyes flickered. Could it be that he had opened the price too high and she wanted to attack his house?

At the end of the previous dynasty, before the unrest, they moved their family back to their hometown from the capital and got a lot of good things. Fortunately, my great-grandfather had the foresight to bury all the good things in the mountains.

It was thus able to be preserved intact during the raids of the day; before his death, his great-grandfather told him where the treasure was hidden and asked him to wait until the situation stabilized before taking it out.

In the past two years, he saw some people selling these things, and he also wanted to exchange some money to send his mother to a big hospital for treatment.

Yang Qingdai looked at him with a complicated expression.

There was an antique master in later generations named Wang Changfeng.

The antique master bought the chrysanthemum-petal plate from him.

There seems to be such a person mentioned in the novel. Li Hongqing and Li Lingzhong spent a lot of money to buy many antiques from him.

He timidly retracted his thumb: "Forty?"

The young man drooped his face and said, "Little comrade, we really can't have any less. These are all brought back from the capital by our ancestors. I am also worried that my mother's condition will worsen. I want to take her to a big hospital for examination as soon as possible, and I am anxious to get the money.

You can't take advantage of your good looks and young age to hurt me."

As he spoke, tears began to flow.

Wang Changfeng's ancestors were once royal relatives, but in order to save an old man who was about to be beaten to death by the little red circle, his house was smashed by them and even his mother was beaten by them. Now he has fallen to the point of selling his ancestral property to take his mother to the hospital. What a coward.

"You, don't cry."

His crying completely confused Yang Qingdai.

She didn't say anything and didn't even think about bargaining. She just thought it was cheap and wondered if it was a fake, so she hesitated.

Unfortunately, the other person was crying uncontrollably, and people passing by pointed and talked about her from time to time.

Yang Qingdai: My fist is hard again.

"Shut up, why are you crying, man? Wipe your face, pick up the things on the floor and follow me."

Yang Qingdai's aura was fully on display. Wang Changfeng stopped crying. The aggrieved look of the young wife made Yang Qingdai feel sick.

A young man who was half a head taller than the girl followed behind him, holding a large bamboo basket. There seemed to be traces of crying on his face. People passing by looked at them curiously.

How weird is this combination?

Yang Qingdai took Wang Changfeng to a secluded corner and asked, "Is your mother seriously ill?"

Wang Changfeng looked depressed, "Yes, it's all because of my useless son."

Have a story?

"Here, if there are more, I'll lend them to you." Yang Qingdai counted out ten big unity notes and gave them to him. "Take your mother to see a doctor first. If you have such good things next time, keep them for me."

"Little comrade, aren't you afraid that I will run away with the money?" Wang Changfeng took the big unity she stuffed into his hand and counted them, his hands shaking.

"You can? Do you dare?"

A dagger was placed across his front, and the girl holding the sword was smiling sweetly.

"Lady, lady," Wang Changfeng wanted to cry again, "I dare not, I dare not."

Wouldn't it be fine if he just took the money and left his contact address? Let him talk too much.

"Wang Changfeng, Mangrove Commune." Help him introduce his home address and confirm whether the information Xiaodao gave her is correct.

Wang Changfeng was stunned. "How did you know?"

It seems that Xiaodao is still useful. She hasn’t had time to harvest the crops in the space, and she doesn’t know when Xiaodao will come back.

I miss this all-round housekeeper.

"Don't worry about how I know. Leave the things here and go back to take your mother to see a doctor."

"Hey, hey, hey, thank you, thank you."

Wang Changfeng, who had run away, suddenly turned around, bowed to her, then disappeared.

After looking around and seeing that there was no one around, Yang Qingdai quickly put the basket of antiques into the space.

Just as she was about to leave, she heard voices of conversation coming from the direction where Wang Changfeng disappeared. Yang Qingdai found a secluded corner and hid there.

"Brother Lingzhong, believe me, Wang Changfeng's ancestors really left him a lot of treasures.

As long as we help him through this difficult time, it will be of great help to us in the future.”

Oh, what a coincidence.

She was just about to go find them, but now they came to her door.

"I definitely believe you. You gave up your job in the city and came to the countryside for our future. If I don't believe you anymore, I'll be struck by lightning."

Damn, this romance drama is similar to that of a certain aunt.

"I know that Brother Ling Zhong is the best. Let's go faster, or else we'll be intercepted by Yang Qingdai again."

"This woman is really haunting. Why is she everywhere?"

Yang Qingdai raised her eyebrows. If she wasn't in this plot, these two traitors would be able to get away with it again.

Putting the "new hatred and old grudges" together, Yang Qingdai selected a suitable sack from the space, used the force to jump onto the roof, and accurately trapped the two of them.

"Ah~"

"who!"

Yang Qingdai took out a baseball bat, avoiding the parts that could easily cause death, and only hit their hands and feet.

Anyway, it only says that you can't kill them with your own hands, but it doesn't say that you can't beat them to vent your anger.

The two men who were caught in the sacks that fell from the sky waved their hands and kicked their feet to avoid the falling sticks.

"Who are you? Why are you hitting us?"

"Stop, help, someone come quickly~"

"Ah~ Brother Lingzhong, you hit me."

"Hong Qing, you found my face."

……

Looking at the two people curled up in a ball, unable to make a sound due to the pain, Yang Qingdai put away her baseball bat, said "They are really weak" and turned away.

I felt my rumbling stomach, found a small restaurant, and ordered some dumplings and egg drop soup.

When he saw a large plate of dumplings on his table that was as big as his small washbasin, he fell into deep thought.

Half a pound of food coupons and eighty cents.

The goods are genuine and the price is reasonable, and we are worthy of your conscience.

"Sister Qingdai, what happened? Why are you so bitter and resentful?"

Qu Dongdong came over with a plate of braised pork and a big bowl of white rice and sat at the table with her.

"I finally understand why people in Northeast China are so tall and strong."

For such a big portion of dumplings, it would be unconscionable for the seller if you are not tall and strong.

"Hahahaha, if you can't finish it, just pack it up." Qu Dongdong laughed unscrupulously, "You didn't see Comrade Zhang Daqiang's good appetite. I guess this bowl of dumplings won't be enough for him."

"Comrade Qu Dongdong, I heard it." Zhang Daqiang also came over with the food he ordered.

Yang Qingdai leaned over to take a look. Wow, there were four big steamed buns, a portion of braised pork, and a small plate of garlic.

It turns out that I was too naive.

There is no way to smuggle the packaged dumplings into the space in front of everyone, otherwise they will not taste good tomorrow.

I picked up six dumplings that were about the size of my fist and put them into the egg drop soup. I pushed the rest to the two people who were sharing the table with me:

"Come on, come on, eat these dumplings. You're welcome."

……