Chu Heng's performance was something Qin Huairu never expected.
When she thought about it, this guy was a twenty-year-old man with a tender face. As long as he begged, he would get the things he wanted. If he risked his life and made a fuss, it would be whatever she said.
But when she saw the way Chu Heng hugged her and heard those words, she knew that she had made a mistake.
This is meeting an expert!
"Hengzi, you...what are you talking about? If you don't want to borrow it, Sister Qin can just leave." Qin Huairu pushed away from Chu Heng with an embarrassed look on her face, turned around and was about to leave.
The feeling of being seen through was really uncomfortable, as if I were standing in front of him.
"Who said I won't borrow it anymore?" Chu Heng held her shoulders, pulled her to a chair and sat down, then walked to the outhouse and filled a bag with ten kilograms of white noodles.
Carrying the dough bag back to the back room, he placed it heavily on the table. He looked down at Qin Huairu, who had an unnatural expression on his face, and slowly bent down, almost touching the other person's face before he stopped, and breathed out wine and said: "Ten pounds of flour is now yours, Sister Qin, but... I can't take my stuff for nothing!"
After saying that, he pressed his lips to it.
Feeling the youthful aura hitting her face, Qin Huairu struggled a little at first, but soon gave up and leaned softly on the chair.
She has been scheming outside these years, and although she has also taken advantage of others, most people these days are not very courageous. At most, they only use their hands and feet. No one dares to speak, and she has not met anyone. It has never been lost.
It can be said that she has been away for many years.
She was unlucky today. She met Chu Heng, an old driver, leading the way. In addition, she had been obsessed with eating meat for a long time, which made her angry.
At this moment, she had even decided to give her body away.
She is a widow and Chu Heng is a young man. No matter how you look at it, you will not suffer!
Unexpectedly, as soon as she came up with this idea, Chu Heng, her grandson, actually shut up.
He straightened up with satisfaction, smacking his lips, and handed the dough bag over: "Sister Qin, take it."
This time, it was a signal from Chu Heng. He wanted to tell the little widow that he was not someone to be trifled with.
If this little widow can pull back from the brink in time, it will be good for you and me and good for everyone in the future.
But if she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he will gallop forward!
He is not short of food, he is not short of money, and he is not afraid of having fun!
Qin Huairu, whose cheeks were red, didn't know what he was thinking, and was looking at him in confusion.
That's it?
I'm about to take off my pants. Are you done telling me?
After all, it’s just raw melon and egg, you don’t even understand shit!
Qin Huairu felt that there was a fire in the pit of her heart, which was very uncomfortable, but she couldn't say anything. She could only take a few deep breaths, suppress the anger in her chest, bit her lips and took the things without saying a word. He bowed his head and left.
After returning home, Mrs. Jia Zhang received the bag of grain in surprise: "This must be ten kilograms, right? Why give so much!"
Qin Huairu definitely couldn't say that she had been chewed several times in exchange for it, so she could only lie and said: "I'm not short of food, and this was the first time I opened my mouth. He couldn't save face, so he gave me more."
"You should go to his house more often in the future. There are a lot of good things in that boy's house. Go back and get some more." Jia Zhang happily put away the flour bag, wiped herself and went back to the house to sit on the kang and touch the food. Bangge, who was sleeping soundly, said distressedly: "I should have borrowed it from that boy's house in the Chu family a long time ago. My grandson is so greedy for it that it makes my heart tremble with tears."
Qin Huairu rolled her eyes after hearing this, picked up the water glass and took several sips of cold water!
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It was still dark before Chu Heng got up from the bed on time.
After washing himself and washing himself, and then going to the public restroom outside to clean his intestines, he got on his bike and headed to Pigeon Market.
When he arrived at the place, he was not in a hurry to set up a stall. He first took a flashlight and walked around the market to see if there was anything good.
After walking a few stalls, Chu Heng suddenly stopped, squatted in front of a stall, stared at a blue and white jar with the lid opened, pointed at the yellowish white solid inside and asked, "What are you doing?" Honey?"
The stall owner was an old farmer in his fifties, with a dark face and rough palms. When Chu Heng asked, he quickly wiped his nose with his shiny black sleeve and moved forward: "Real date honey." , Do you want some? It will be delicious when you go home and drink some water."
"How to sell it?" Chu Heng pointed his flashlight at the jar and looked at the jar fiercely with his eyes hidden in the darkness. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was an old object, and he couldn't help but get interested.
In his last life, in order to be arty and to be part of the cultural circle, he also played with antiques with a few half-hearted collectors. In five or six years, he spent hundreds of thousands one after another, buying a houseful of objects, but none of them were real. How many, mostly from last week, but many were deceived.
With his sharp eyesight, if he were thrown into places like Liulichang or Panjiayuan in later generations, he would definitely not be able to put on his pants.
But it's different now.
Antiques are not worth much these days, so they would only be counterfeited if they were seriously ill.
So now, as long as something looks like the real thing, it is good to buy it back. Even if it is fake, it was imitated in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, so it is still valuable.
"This jar weighs more than three kilograms. If you want it, I'll give you six yuan." Seeing that Chu Heng was well-dressed, the old farmer thought about it and quoted a high price. At the same time, he was ready to make a counter-offer.
Chu Heng's mind was all on this jar, so he didn't bargain with him. He nodded and pointed at the jar and said, "I want it, but I don't have anything to put it in. Do you want to give this jar away?"
"Send it, send it, you can take the jar away with you for six yuan." When the old farmer heard that he really wanted it, he was so surprised that he agreed without any hesitation.
Isn't it just a broken jar? The family has a lot of money, and it was easy to get back to the landlord's house back then.
Chu Heng took out his money, counted out six yuan and handed it to the old farmer, then left with the jar in his arms.
When he reached a place where no one was around, he ducked into the space warehouse and looked at the blue and white jar carefully.
There is a base underneath the jar, made in the Hongwu era of the Ming Dynasty, and its decorative style, glaze color and texture all match up with Chu Heng’s little knowledge of Hongwu blue and white!
"I'm not running away." Chu Heng put the blue and white jar in the corner with a smile on his face. He thought it was a beauty. If you buy something for six yuan and leave it there for thirty years, it will change hands for millions. It's a real profit.
But with a smile on his face, Chu Heng couldn't laugh anymore.
He looked at the blue and white jar on the ground and fell into deep thought.
Thirty years later, he was already in his fifties and had entered the late middle-aged life where he drank red dates and soaked wolfberry in the sky. What was the use of having so much money?
"Fuck." Chu Heng, who was reminded of his sadness, put down the jar without any interest, took his goods out of the warehouse, and started a new day of setting up a stall.
By the time he sold at almost six o'clock, his turnover had reached one hundred and fifty.
Just when he was about to continue his efforts and push his career to new heights, a shrill howl sounded in the market.
He was seen vigorously picking up the flour bag in his hand, lifting the flour inside into the air, and then quickly jumped out of the market under the cover of dust.
