Rong Zhaonan turned around and went out to avoid becoming a firecracker.
Seeing Rong Zhaonan walking away with a straight face, Mr. Tang looked at Ning Yuan helplessly: "Are you kid deliberately making him angry? Are you two at odds?"
Ning Yuan twitched the corners of her lips: "No, it's not."
She didn't want the old man and the old lady to worry.
That's why she and Rong Zhaonan would say a few polite words when they were eating in the old man's hut.
Seeing that Ning Yuan didn't want to speak, Mr. Tang could only sigh in his heart.
He and the old woman eat more salt than the two younger ones eat. Can you not tell?
However, considering that Rong Zhaonan's background was indeed special, if he was unwilling to take Ning Yuan back to the capital, divorce would be a matter of time.
Therefore, it might not be a good thing for Xiaoyuan to alienate the two people early, so neither he nor the old woman interfered in this matter.
Ning Yuan held Mr. Tang's hand seriously and said: "Grandpa Tang, don't worry about these things. Life is clear now. Our situation will get better day by day. I will support you!"
Mr. Tang sighed: "We two old guys will only be a burden to you."
They had no father or mother for a long time. Their only son went abroad decades ago and has not been heard from for a long time.
Even if they are rehabilitated one day, they can only survive with their ailments.
Ning Yuan frowned and said firmly: "What are you talking about? You and grandma are my mentors. If I have something to eat, you will not be hungry!"
Mr. Tang's red-eyed gaze passed over his hut——
Just before the Chinese New Year, Nan Xiaozi replaced the thatched roof with a new one, rebuilt the half-collapsed wall, and made new wooden windows.
At least there won't be strong winds and heavy rain and snow outside, and light rain and snow will follow inside.
The little girl took old newspapers and re-pasted the moldy and black walls, and sprinkled 666 powder to kill fleas.
He also hired a carpenter to build a new bed so that he and the old woman no longer had to sleep on a pile of wet thatch on the ground.
The room smelled of newspaper mimeographed ink, and everything looked brand new.
She even picked a lot of wild flowers, trimmed them beautifully and placed them in old earthen vases, full of pastoral beauty.
Even in adversity, I have this mentality to live a good life...
He looked down at Ning Yuan, pushed up his glasses, and smiled happily: "I believe our Xiaoyuan is a girl who has the ability to go to college and have a great future!"
There is no need to put a man's surname in front of her name. Without Xiao Nan, she will be like a small tree growing towards the sky - growing towards the sun.
While she was talking, Mrs. Xia suddenly patted her on the shoulder.
Ning Yuan turned her head and saw a yellow bowl stuffed in her hand.
"Do you know what this is? Where is it from?" Grandma Xia asked with her hands on her hips.
Ning Yuan picked up the bowl and looked at it carefully under the candlelight, relying on the knowledge points that Granny Xia had taught her -
Look at the glaze, the color, and the underlying style!
Her fingertips touched the hidden dragon pattern on it, and there were also six characters and three lines of seal script inscription "Made in the Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty" written in blue and white on the bottom.
She thought for a while and said seriously: "The inner wall is decorated with white glaze, and the outer wall is covered with yellow glaze. Under the glaze, there are hidden engraved patterns of two dragons chasing pearls, clouds, and sea water on the river cliff. This is a yellow glaze bowl from the official kiln of the Qianlong Dynasty. !”
After hearing this, Grandma Xia nodded with satisfaction: "If you make progress, it's all because of my old lady's good teachings!"
Ning Yuan's face fell, and she put down the bowl: "You always go to someone's house to steal chickens and dogs, and touch other people's chickens, ducks and geese by the way!"
This old lady is really worrying. What if someone breaks her?
Grandma Xia had a long face: "Who told you that I stole it!"
Ning Yuan raised her voice: "Oh - is it possible that you always change things out of thin air?!"
When she and Rong Zhaonan helped renovate the small shabby house a few years ago, they tidied it up inside and out.
It was impossible not to see where such a bowl was hidden.
Grandma Xia continued to snort with her hands on her hips: "Yes, it was a ghost - Miss Xia and I went to the cemetery in Houshan Village to find the treasure!"
Ning Yuan's hands shook and she almost threw the Qianlong bowl!
Grave... dug out of the grave? The old lady is so fierce!
"You...are you robbing someone else's ancestral grave? Isn't this a bit immoral?!" Ning Yuan's lips twitched.
I just feel like this beautiful antique bowl is so cold in my hand!
The things in the grave—commonly known as Yin vessels or underworld vessels!
Grandma Xia sneered angrily and took the bowl: "Is it immoral? Someone else dug out the ancestral grave of my husband, the landowner, and put it as tribute for his ancestors. Isn't it too much for me to go to his grave and get it back?"
Ning Yuan: "Well...it's not immoral, it's not excessive."
This can be regarded as the property returning to its original owner. If you are not convinced, let the two ancestors have a fight down there. Whoever wins will get it.
Grandma Xia looked at Ning Yuan with drooped eyelids and handed her a yellow glaze bowl with hidden dragon patterns: "Hey, this bowl is for you!"
Ning Yuan was a little afraid to take it: "Well, I have to wait until after the Chinese New Year to take action. You can leave it here first."
"Oh, coward, I mean this bowl is my New Year's gift to you. We don't owe anyone a favor!" Grandma Xia put the bowl into her hand impatiently.
Ning Yuan's hands softened: "No, no... this thing is too expensive."
Grandma Xia sat down calmly: "It's okay. I will often go to the cemetery in the back mountain to dig for treasures. There will be no shortage of good things! They are all my things anyway!"
Ning Yuan choked on her own saliva: "Cough cough cough cough... say goodbye, I'm afraid you will be beaten by the villagers, and this is a ghost weapon after all!"
She just wanted to collect the things from the country people's houses, but she didn't want to become a gold captain and rob tombs!
Although she was born under a red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, she is still a bit superstitious and afraid of being unlucky.
She can be reborn herself. Doesn't this weird metaphysical phenomenon mean that there must be another world!
Grandma Xia glanced at her sideways: "Are you afraid that I will be beaten, or are you afraid that this is a ghost weapon? You have decided to waste antiques, are you afraid of this?"
Ning Yuan murmured in a low voice: "I didn't touch the golden talisman either, of course I would be scared!"
In fact, in her previous life, she liked to read novels after taking care of the housework, including romance novels and tomb robbing.
Grandma Xia poked her in the forehead as if she hated the iron. "Are you stupid? There is no antique these days that is not passed down from the hands of a dead person. What are the dead to be afraid of? The living are the ones to be feared!"
Grandma Xia snorted coldly: "Besides, these are all things that belonged to my family before, and I didn't steal anyone else's!"
Ning Yuan was silent, yes, what should the dead have to fear?
The human heart is the scariest thing.
"Come on, I, Miss Xia, never owe any favors. Don't just use the old lady's property as a pig-feeding bowl!" Grandma Xia made the final decision.
Ning Yuan immediately said simply: "Thank you, grandma! I'll accept it!"
Where can a pig ruin a good thing? She quickly transformed into a staunch atheist, focusing on a person who can't get along with money!
Afterwards, Ning Yuan went around looking for straw straws to wrap up this antique bowl from the Qianlong period, which was in excellent condition.
Mr. Tang looked at Ning Yuan's money-obsessed look so funny that he couldn't get a word in, so he simply went out to see Rong Zhaonan.
Rong Zhaonan was preparing for the firecrackers. Mr. Tang watched for a while, suddenly coughed and found a topic——
"Xiaonan, you're back to work. Why don't you find time to ask your grandma to give you a haircut? She's pretty good at it?"
Although Nan Xiaozi trimmed his hair and showed his forehead, he looked more energetic, but his bangs were still too long and looked a bit naughty.
It doesn't look like he should be back in the team. Does he have other plans?
Rong Zhaonan set off the firecrackers and replied: "Well, I originally wanted to give up the idea, but I didn't want to return to the capital so soon, so I left it alone."
Thinking of Ning Yuan's look at his scar, he decided to keep part of his bangs to cover the scar.
Just trim it until part of your forehead is exposed, so that it doesn't look as lethargic as before.
Mr. Tang's eyes lit up, oh wow, this guy really won't return to the capital for the time being?
He wanted to ask something else, but Ning Yuan came out: "Grandpa Tang, grandma said she was going to make vegetarian dumplings."
Mr. Tang wisely turned around and walked into the room: "I'll go help the old lady. You can help Xiaonan prepare the firecrackers."
Ning Yuan stood in the yard, the cold winter wind blew over, and she couldn't help but shiver.
Not far away, the sound of firecrackers could be heard from the village, children were laughing, and occasionally a woman was cursing——
"Who the hell stole my duck, don't ask me to catch it!"
Ning Yuan raised her big black eyes and looked at the sky, snorting warmth into her palms, smelling the cold air with the smell of firecrackers, and smiled softly.
This is the first year since she was reborn, and her life is much better than when she was alone eating Tang Zhenzhen's leftover cold steamed buns and sticky rice cakes.
It will be better in the future...
"Get out of the way, you're blocking the place." Rong Zhaonan's cold voice sounded behind her.
Ning Yuan was stunned and turned to look at him carrying a string of firecrackers and staring at her expressionlessly.
