Rong Zhaonan still didn't speak. He just pretended that he didn't understand Mr. Tang was sarcastic about him, and came in and sat at the dinner table.
Ning Yuan didn't notice that Mr. Tang was mocking Rong Zhaonan. She only felt that Mr. Tang's thoughts were very advanced and quite in the style of Shanghai-style intellectuals.
She nodded like a fool: "That's right, you have to rely on everyone, but you still have to rely on yourself."
Rong Zhaonan glanced at her. He didn't feel anything what Mr. Tang said. Ning Yuan echoed it, but he felt inexplicably harsh.
Mr. Tang was too lazy to pay attention to him, pushed up his glasses, and sat down: "I have discussed with the old lady that we can't keep asking for your hard-earned money. We still have a few old things here. Let's exchange some first. This matter You have to work hard."
Ning Yuan kept buying medicines from the black market in the county town, coupled with his own acupuncture and a combination of Chinese and Western medicine, her health was much better and she couldn't keep causing trouble for them.
Rong Zhaonan had no intention of continuing with Ning Yuan, so once he left, Ning Yuan would have no prey to exchange for money.
He read the newspaper at that time, and in addition to thinking about the form, he also thought about the matter. Only today did he pull Rong Zhaonan out to ask.
He couldn't leave his last disciple alone and had to find a way to make a living for him.
After saying that, he glared at Rong Zhaonan again.
If he hadn't seen this boy working during the day and hunting in the mountains at night, he would usually help them push the manure truck and clean the yard.
He had to get him out.
Rong Zhaonan: "..."
Mr. Tang is extremely partial.
Ning Yuan looked at the bowl, tilted her head and thought for a while, then agreed: "Okay."
Intellectuals have the self-esteem of intellectuals, not to mention that she knows that Grandpa Tang and Aunt Xia actually feel sorry for them.
"But Grandma Xia can't steal pig feeding bowls, chicken troughs, cow water tanks..." Ning Yuan looked at Grandma Xia seriously.
Even if it once belonged to Grandma Xia's ancestral house, now that it has been divided as collective property, it is easy to offend others if it is stolen back.
It is also easy for people to label the landowner as a counter-attacker.
Grandma Xia lowered her eyelids, looking a little depressed, and said gloomily: "How can I be so stupid? I just want to feed the old woman a pig bowl because she always talks down to me."
Ning Yuan also understood that Granny Xia's status meant that it would be easy for someone to say bad things to her. In the early years, she had shot many big landowners who were unkind to their wealth.
"Don't worry, your grandma still has a few things left, and they are all hidden by herself." Mr. Tang said.
Grandma Xia was unreliable, and Ning Yuan felt relieved when Mr. Tang spoke.
She thought for a while, then took a handkerchief to wash the bowl, and sure enough, the snow-white base was revealed, as well as the exquisite flower and bird enamel patterns on it.
"She's really beautiful." Ning Yuan couldn't help but say.
"That's right, this is a fine product from the Yongzheng official kiln!" Mrs. Xia motioned for her to turn the bowl over.
Sure enough, I saw the words on the bottom of the bowl - Yongzheng Year System.
Ning Yuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that she had seen a handful of bowls like this at home, but she never thought they were antiques. Later, they were all in the hands of her third sister.
Old Mrs. Xia began to give instructions to Ning Yuan: "Look clearly, I will teach you how to distinguish the authenticity of antiques. You must learn more from me in the future -"
Ning Yuan nodded: "Okay!"
She knew that Granny Xia was giving her guidance carefully, and she didn't feel that studying was hard work at all.
In her previous life, she only had a junior high school education. If she didn't have to endure the hardships of study, she would have to endure the hardships of life.
Watching Ning Yuan being taught, Mrs. Xia continued in a good mood——
"Let's talk about this bowl first. First, look at whether the glaze is plump and moist, and the color of the enamel material from the Yongzheng period. Then, we will take a closer look at the way the bottom of the bowl is trimmed, the fonts on the bottom of the bowl, and the blue material produced during the Yongzheng period. The effects are all special..."
Ning Yuan was so absorbed in listening to Mrs. Xia's explanation that she didn't even move her food.
She had loved history and culture in her previous life, and the money she could exchange for antiques was indeed more than ordinary mountain goods.
Mr. Tang waited and saw that the food was getting cold, so he could only helplessly urge them to eat: "Eat first, people are iron, and rice is steel."
Ning Yuan and Granny Xia then put down the bowl and ate together.
At the dinner table, Rong Zhaonan remained silent. He never spoke much, and Ning Yuan didn't think much about it.
Even Mr. Tang looked a little unhappy, as if he was targeting Rong Zhaonan.
Ning Yuan was a little strange, but it was hard for her to ask about the grandfather and grandson.
After eating, she helped Grandma Xia clean up the dishes and prepare to attend classes and do homework.
Rong Zhaonan kept tidying up the yard as usual, but as soon as he picked up the broom, someone held his hand down.
Mr. Tang said coldly
When he turned his head, he saw Mr. Tang taking the broom unceremoniously: "I am a dung collector, but I dare not trouble Mr. Rong to clean the yard for me here."
Rong Zhaonan: "..."
Why didn't he realize that the old man had a bad temper? Do old intellectuals also fall in love with each other?
I used to call him Xiao Nan affectionately, but now Ning Yuan calls him a bourgeois title like Mr. Rong.
Seeing Mr. Tang hunched over and sweeping the yard by himself, Rong Zhaonan closed his eyes and rubbed his eyebrows.
He took a few steps over and reached out to take the broom in Mr. Tang's hand: "Can you please stop being so stubborn? If you don't know, you'd think Ning Yuan is your granddaughter and you're protecting her like this."
Mr. Tang bulged his eyes angrily: "Old man, at my age, I won't have any more disciples in the future. In terms of age, I treat her, my youngest disciple, as my granddaughter. So what?"
Rong Zhaonan looked at the stubborn old man in front of him, couldn't help but frown, and finally looked at Ning Yuan not far away with an expressionless face——
"You also know that she got the certificate to help me. I don't know if she really wants to be with me for the rest of her life. You should be able to see that she has her own ideas."
Ning Yuan said she would divorce him when she returned to the city, and she said so categorically.
Lying on the same bed, if she hadn't been frightened yesterday, she would have fallen asleep and leaned into his arms.
She usually sleeps on the outside edge of the bed, like a frightened bird, because she has no choice but to get the certificate from him.
Mr. Tang was stunned, so... Nan Xiaozi is worried that Ning Yuan doesn't actually like him, or that there is someone else who likes him, so he said he won't take her back to the capital?
The old man hesitated for a moment: "When I was collecting excrement, I heard someone at the educated youth point say that someone seemed to have introduced Xiaoyuan to someone, that is, Li Yan, the deputy secretary of the brigade. Could it be that... Xiaoyuan had a sweetheart?"
If this is the case, then Xiaoyuan really sacrificed a lot to give up her sweetheart just to protect Rong Zhaonan.
Rong Zhaonan suddenly felt that the food he had just eaten was bland. He pressed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said nothing: "..."
He won't take Ning Yuan back to the capital, of course, not only for this reason, but also because he doesn't know Ning Yuan's true identity now.
There is also a pool of muddy water in the capital, and the situation is unclear.
But when Mr. Tang said this, I didn't know why I felt uncomfortable in my heart.
Yes, maybe the little spy was lurking in the village and fell in love with Li Yan.
Otherwise, if she was trying to get information from him, why would she have a relationship with Li Yan?
Even if she wasn't a spy, it was clear that she had a relationship with Li Yan.
Otherwise, she wouldn't know Li Yan so well, and Li Yan wouldn't warn him as if he had robbed her of his woman and her love.
Is this cunning long-haired rabbit waiting for him to divorce him and then find Li Yan after he returns to the capital?
Haha...then who is he?
When Rong Zhaonan thought of this, his face darkened unconsciously.
