I became beautiful by eating melons

Hearing their derogatory words, the man became anxious and stood up straight.

"What do you know? The museum's curator came two or three times to buy this bowl, but my uncle refused to sell it."

I saw three women with the same suspicion.

The man lowered his voice and said, "There is also a foreigner who contacted my uncle and said he wanted to buy this bowl and gave this amount."

After saying that, he held up three fingers.

Ye Rou guessed: "Thirty?"

"Three hundred!" the man said proudly.

"Ha." Sun Xiaoxing said sarcastically, "You're just bragging. If I really offered three hundred, would you not sell it?"

The man was unhappy and a little depressed.

"I wanted to sell it, but my uncle refused to sell it."

Ye Rou was very interested in the uncle he mentioned, "Why not sell it?"

"My uncle said he only sells these things to Chinese people." The man obviously did not agree with his uncle's approach and his face was depressed.

Indeed, in this era, three hundred yuan is definitely not a small amount.

Many families, after working hard on the land for a year, may not be able to save even 30 yuan, let alone 300 yuan.

Ye Rou asked him, "Why isn't your uncle here guarding?"

The man curled his lips and said, "My uncle can't stay here, and he travels all year round. A few days ago, he heard that there was a treasure in the southwest, so he rushed over immediately and asked me to take care of the stall here for him."

Ye Rou's eyes fell on a rusty copper sword and glanced at the number of ￥ floating on it. "Is this sword also an antique?"

The man glanced at it casually and said uncertainly: "Probably."

"Should?" Ye Rou narrowed her eyes slightly, "Don't you know what's being sold at the stall?"

The man refused to admit it, stiffening his neck and saying, "Of course I know, otherwise I wouldn't dare to set up a stall here!"

Only he could hear the guilt in his words.

In fact, he had only come to Beijing to follow his uncle half a month ago.

His parents said that his uncle lived a good life in Beijing, made a lot of money, and was able to call the shots. He looked forward to his uncle's coming, but it turned out that his uncle was dressed in rags, covered in dirt, and the place he lived in was full of rags. He was just a peddler squatting in a corner selling things.

In this day and age, everyone wants to work in a factory and get a stable job, and street vendors are the most despised and looked down upon.

The man stayed for a few days and became more and more disappointed. He was about to leave when he saw a foreigner coming to his uncle and asking for three hundred dollars to buy a broken bowl!

His uncle actually jumped up and down and scolded the man to leave. The man gave up the idea of ​​leaving and stayed obediently.

A broken bowl can be sold for three hundred yuan, so his uncle must have something more valuable.

Once he finds the currency and sells it to the foreigner, he will become rich!

For this reason, the man behaved extremely honestly. After half a month, his uncle trusted him, handed over the stall to him, and went out.

He wasn't lying when he said that someone from a museum wanted to buy it. The day after his uncle left, the museum director and his people came to his house. When they looked at the things all over the yard, their eyes lit up strangely.

The man couldn't figure out what they were doing, so he used a bowl to test them.

The people at the museum said that the bowl was from the late Qing Dynasty and was an antique, and they asked him to hand it over to the country.

The man couldn't read, but he knew that "handing over" meant not giving money.

He was furious and chased them away, shouting that they were liars with a broom in hand.

The curator had been hanging around here for the past few days, so the man was anxious to sell his things. Selling them at a low price was better than handing them in.

"Beauty, if you buy it, I'll give it to you at a discount."

Ye Rou did not miss the guilt in the man's words and knew that he did not understand these things.

Knowing that the man was not an expert, Ye Rou curled her lips slightly and pretended to hesitate: "It's useless to buy this bowl back."

Seeing her expression relax, the man immediately said: "Why is it useless? You can take it..."

He tried hard to think about what those people in the museum said, and after a long pause, he said, "Collect it. Yes, you can buy it and keep it. It will appreciate in value in the future!"

Sun Xiaoxing cooperated with Ye Rou, "You can hear him struggle to say two words, he must be a liar, let's go to the front and take a look, I see there is a stall selling hairpins."

Ye Rou squeezed Zhou Nian's hand.

Zhou Nian followed Ye Rou's gaze and fell on the bundles of calligraphy and paintings on the stall.

She understood what Ye Rou wanted to buy, and responded, "Yes, didn't you say you wanted to buy a gift for your grandpa? These things are not easy to give away after you buy them."

Ye Rou stood up and said, "My grandpa likes calligraphy and painting, so this bowl is really useless if I buy it back."

When he saw them talking about calligraphy and painting, the man's eyes lit up and he quickly opened the bundles of calligraphy and painting, "I also sell calligraphy and painting here, take a look."

The calligraphy and paintings were spread out, some were torn beyond recognition, some seemed to have been burned with curled edges, and one was tied tightly and just rolled in front of Ye Rou.

There is a floating number ￥ on this painting!

It is the most expensive painting here.

Even Ye Rou, after seeing the string of numbers clearly, her breathing became slightly heavier.

She pretended to pick up the painting naturally, opened it and took a look. When she saw the signature clearly, her pupils suddenly shrank.

Wang Xizhi, it is the calligraphy works of the calligrapher saint Wang Xizhi!

Sun Xiaoxing squatted down and picked through the calligraphy and paintings. Her hands were covered with dust. She clapped her hands and said in disgust, "Why do your paintings look like they have been burned?"

The man looked away guiltily.

When he had no hay to start a fire, he would light this thing.

It was the people at the museum who told the man what kind of calligraphy and paintings these were. The man could tell they were very valuable, so he stopped using them to make firewood.

Seeing these three girls picking and choosing non-stop, the man ran out of patience, "If you don't buy it, there will be so many problems."

"What's your attitude?" Sun Xiaoxing said unhappily.

Sun Xiaoxing had delicate features, and his eyes and eyebrows were lively when he was angry. The man laughed evilly.

"I treat my partner well, do you want to be my wife?"

There was a layer of oil on the man's face and his hair was messy. He looked like he hadn't showered for a long time. There was mud in between his exposed fingers. He made such a greasy expression that Sun Xiaoxing almost vomited.

She stood up with a pale face.

Ye Rou pulled her behind her.

The man's eyes fell on Ye Rou's face, and he swallowed his saliva drooling.

Damn, this girl is so beautiful.

Ye Rou said unhappily: "I bought this painting, how much is it?"

The man stared at Ye Rou's face and said loudly, "Three hundred yuan."

"Dangdang!"

The scroll was thrown casually and hit the stall.

Ye Rou pulled Zhou Nian and Sun Xiaoxing to the left and right, "Let's go."

The man was startled. Seeing that the three people were really leaving, he quickly shouted, "Beauty, you don't want to buy it?"

"Whoever buys a piece of junk for three hundred dollars will be cheated." Sun Xiaoxing turned around and said to him.

"Let's talk it over!" the man shouted, "Isn't it enough for you to just offer me an offer? Why are you just leaving like that?"

Ye Rou still didn't stop.

Zhou Nian turned around and shouted, "I don't think you really want to sell it. Who are you trying to disgust by offering such a price?"

The man was anxious because his uncle left in a hurry and didn't leave him any money, and the money he brought with him was almost spent.

After almost ten days of setting up the stall, he finally met someone who was interested and clearly expressed his desire to buy. He absolutely could not let the opportunity go, otherwise he would really have to squat under the bridge and beg for food.

The man yelled, “Two hundred!”

Seeing that the three people did not stop.

"One hundred and fifty! This is really the lowest price!"

The three of them stopped at the hairpin stall and started picking out hairpins.

The man ran after her holding the painting, "Beauty, eighty, eighty is OK."

Ye Rou picked a red spotted butterfly hairpin and pinned her hair to reveal her smooth forehead. She glanced at the man who followed her and said casually, "Eighty is too expensive. Your tattered painting is not worth the price at all."

The man gritted his teeth and refused to give in, holding the painting and refusing to leave.

Ye Rou asked: "How much is this hairpin?"

The man selling the hairpins rolled his eyes and said, "Five dollars."

Hearing that a broken plastic clip was being sold for five yuan, the man curled his lips and waited for the beautiful woman to bargain.

Who would have thought that the beauty didn't bargain at all, and nodded and said, "I'll buy both of them too."

I saw her take out the money quickly.

The man knew that the woman was not short of money, she just felt that his painting was not worth the money.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty! It can't be any lower."

Ye Rou said calmly, "Three for fifty."

"you!"

Ye Rou took out the money and waved it in front of the man, "You can buy it if you promise me."

Staring at the money, the man's breathing became heavy for a moment.

"Okay, I'll sell it!"

In the end, Ye Rou walked away from the man's stall contentedly, holding three bundles of paintings and some odds and ends.

The man was also very happy. He sat cross-legged and counted his money happily.

"Where are the bowls on your stall and the painting I like?"

The old voice exploded above the man's head.