His words immediately caused the middle-aged man's expression to change.
Many people went from extreme admiration to panic.
If it was witchcraft, Liang Xiaonan was destined to die.
The pear seller and the people around who saw her buying pears all felt that she was trying to make Zhao Junqi happy and that she was a kind-hearted girl. Such a person should not be involved in witchcraft under any circumstances.
Liang Xiaonan sneered and said to Zhao Qianjin: "You are really ignorant and morally corrupt. You don't even understand the magic culture of our country, and you are still talking nonsense here. I really don't know what it means. Don't you be patriotic? You have ruined our country for thousands of years.
The magic culture is said to be witchcraft?”
The middle-aged man also stood up immediately and said: "This is magic. Her tricks are just deception. The pears are also the ones sold by the uncle just now, but this magic is really amazing."
Liang Xiaonan would not stay here much longer. In order to protect Zhao Junqi, she deliberately left him alone.
As he left, he pointed at Zhao Qianjin and said, "Stay away from such unpatriotic people."
Leaving alone, Zhao Junqi saw her walking away, and someone asked him: "Why don't you go after your sister?"
Zhao Junqi shook his head: "I don't know her. She is just a kind-hearted sister."
The middle-aged man said: "You, I was so kind to help you, please catch up and thank you!"
Zhao Junqi immediately hurried after him.
Liang Xiaonan saw him chasing after him and said, "You shouldn't follow me, it will affect you."
"I'm not afraid."
"What will you do if I leave?"
"Sister, thank you." Zhao Junqi had a sad expression on his face, "Will you look down on me? Me, my father was a bad person and was beaten to death..."
"No, it doesn't matter who your father is, as long as your character is not bad." Liang Xiaonan said, "I will return the key to the yard to you. I have gone elsewhere. Next time you receive something good, I will come and take a look."
Zhao Junqi hesitated to speak, but Liang Xiaonan did not hesitate and decided to go to the north bank of the river to get the food payment from Dong Xuejun, which was more than 10,000 yuan. She worked hard for several days.
After walking less than 100 meters, Zhao Junqi caught up with him and said breathlessly: "Sister, I still have some things, do you want to see them?"
Liang Xiaonan saw that the original hesitation in his eyes turned into determination, and she knew that he probably had something good.
"If you're not in a hurry, I'll wait a few days and see you again."
Zhao Junqi said hurriedly: "I'm quite anxious. Please go and have a look, sister."
He must be talking about old objects, which are indeed more important than her collecting money. Liang Xiaonan followed him to see the important things first.
After twisting and turning, we arrived at another courtyard.
But this courtyard is in the city. When I opened the door and went in, I saw a woman in the crowded small courtyard dealing with a pile of chicken skins and chicken heads.
Three or four children were doing crafts in the yard, wrapping candies in sugar wrappers.
A girl about 10 years old was cutting words with scissors. Liang Xiaonan could tell at a glance that she was the girl who was besieged by the group of children in the hostel and was not worthy of wearing a red scarf.
When Zhao Junqi came back, several children who were wrapping candies ran over and said hurriedly: "Brother, I have wrapped 200 candies today."
"Brother, I helped my sister cut it. Look~" The four or five-year-old child held up a red paper with the word "hi" in his hand. This was the word for helping his sister cut it.
The 10-year-old girl said: "Xiaosi, please stop cutting. If the people you cut don't want it, we will pay for it."
"Sister, these are my younger brothers and sisters. They are helping people wrap candy wrappers and make some money by sewing." Zhao Junqi pointed to the little diced beans for her to see, and then pointed to the one who kept washing chicken heads and chicken skin as if they were playing with water.
woman, said, "That's my mother."
His mother's hair was gray, her eyes were a little distracted, she couldn't say hello, and she was obviously mentally disturbed.
Zhao Jun has five brothers and sisters. His father is dead, and there is not much difference between having a mother and not having a mother.
Liang Xiaonan took out a bag of peanuts and a few peaches from her bag. She also gave the pears to some little pods, who exclaimed "Ouch~" excitedly.
Zhao Junqi immediately whispered to them: "Hurry, take it into the house." Then he called the 10-year-old girl: "Sister, please watch carefully."
The girl nodded.
He took Liang Xiaonan to the house on the west side. There was a stove at the door with two beds inside. An old man was lying on one bed, and a lot of shabby clothes were piled on the other bed.
There was an indescribable stench in the room.
Zhao Junqi pulled the old man's bed hard, moved it away, lifted up the wooden board underneath, and saw a hole in the ground.
Liang Xiaonan thought it was very interesting. This is the advantage of a bungalow. If you want to dig a hole, dig a hole. Try digging a building in your previous life!
The two of them went down and saw that the basement was really not small. They really had two bedrooms and one living room underground.
"My father dug this before," Zhao Junqi said, taking Liang Xiaonan in. The things here are not big items, but they are more precious.
Bracelets, Buddha statues, and boxes made of rosewood and small-leaf rosewood.
The most dazzling thing is a embossed Kowloon cabinet. Zhao Junqi said: "This is an object from the palace. It is absolutely authentic. My dad often comes down at night with an oil lamp to admire it. And these -"
Next to the Kowloon cabinet is a simple yet healing red sandalwood table, which is from the Ming Dynasty at first glance.
Zhao Junqi took out a small purple-black box from the grid on the shelf and opened it. Inside was a layer of flannel with a coin embedded in the flannel. It was gold!
Around the square hole, there are four characters, "The King of the West Rewards for Merits".
Zhao Junqi said: "My father said that the coins rewarded by the King of the West were coined by Zhang Xianzhong, the leader of the peasant uprising army in the late Ming Dynasty. He called himself King of the West, founded the Kingdom of Daxi, and minted the coins awarded by the King of the West. Later, most of the owners were killed, so the coins given by the King of the West were rewarded.
There are not many gong coins left in the world. Gold coins and silver coins are all orphans."
How precious!!
Especially the Kowloon cabinet, this kind of thing is really ruined one by one.
She now probably understands that Zhao Junqi's father is probably a collector, perhaps an operator in the antique market.
No matter what kind they are, these old objects are precious enough.
"Why do you hide so many in your home?"
"Sister, we also want to deal with it, but if we can't deal with it, no one wants it." Zhao Junqi said frustratedly, "If we don't deal with it... we will have no food to eat, and our family will be dead."
His father got a lot of good things from some collectors. He was reported to him a few days ago and was beaten to death.
Before he died, he handed over some of his less important collections and only told his son Zhao Junqi the locations where he secretly hid rare items.
"Has your cousin seen these things?"
"You probably don't know. Even if my cousin knows, he can't handle it." Zhao Junqi said, "Sister, I don't want to die. Grandpa, mother and younger siblings all need my care."
Liang Xiaonan thought of a bunch of little diced beans outside.
"I collected them all." If such a precious thing is destroyed, she will regret it for the rest of her life. Isn't it just food? She has it!
Zhao Junqi breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Liang Xiaonan agreed to exchange food, and said: "Sister, if you can give me 100 kilograms of garlic, I will give you all these." He said embarrassedly, "I know you are suffering, no one wants these things now.
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Did she suffer? Decades later, I hope Zhao Junqi will not regret it and suffer from depression!
"Okay, I'll take them all away. I'll put the garlic here for you later, don't worry."