Chapter 81: The Safety Lock of the Xue Brothers and Sisters
~ Book Sea Pavilion
-~ But Xue Xiang’s life after returning to Beijing was very leisurely. Every day, apart from being busy cleaning dust and dirt with Xue Lin, Xiao Wan and Xiao Yi at home, he also went to the streets to buy new year’s goods. Just like last year, Xue Da’s rich family still bought
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A lot of chicken, duck and fish meat were distributed to Lei Xiaotian's family and Liu Ying'er's family. In the remaining free time, Xue kicked Lei Xiaotian, Chen Fusheng and others who came to hang out, and kicked them into the air.
Ran to have a private meeting with Liu Ying'er.
Come to think of it, no one wants to spend time with a bunch of rough guys and let down the fairy.
Xue Xiang simply called Li Deli, the unlucky chief of the Tianqiao Police Station, and asked for leave for Liu Ying'er. Every afternoon, the two of them were busy at home, and the afternoon became a sweet time, and they visited all the major attractions in the Forty-Nine City together. Because
Liu Ying'er knew that Xue Xiang had to go to the countryside after the New Year and would not have time to get together after the New Year. She cherished this rare affection and was completely obedient to Xue Xiang.
As time went by, Mr. Xue became more shameless and bolder, and with a pair of lustful hands, he touched Liu Xianzi's entire body except for the most private area. The two of them were crazy men and resentful women, and they were in love passionately. Liu Xianzi was often raped.
Xue Daguan's big hands harassed her so charmingly that she gasped repeatedly, but she could always keep the last trace of clarity and prevent him from succeeding.
Xue Xiang was also happy and in pain these days. He had never tasted the forbidden fruit, and suddenly he tasted the ecstasy of rubbing his ears and temples together. He was addicted to it and couldn't extricate himself. But Liu Ying'er kept the bottom line, and he didn't want to be rude to the beauty.
The overlord comes on hard, and is often aroused to the point of burning with desire
The pain in my body was unstoppable. Often when I dreamed about it at midnight, my crotch would be wet again. One time, my pants were pulled down before they could be restrained. Xue Lin, who was called in to clean the room, saw this, which made Xue Lin blush.
, Mr. Xue was so ashamed that he almost found a crack in the ground and crawled in.
A few days passed by in a hurry, and it was the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month. Xue Anyuan and others agreed to go home on the 24th, but now there was still no news. They called Lingnan to ask, and they said it was the commander.
Set off, asked where we were
Here, there is a military secret, no comment, and it is sealed tightly. Fortunately, as Xue Anyuan, he must be accompanied by guards when traveling. Xue Xiang is not surprised that he has it, but he still calls the Lingnan Military Region every day to ask about the situation.
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On this day, Xue Xiang packed up the last pot of braised meat and went back to the room to tidy up the bed frame. Because Xue Anyuan and Kang Tong, the little guy went home, and the three rooms in the main house were not enough for living anyway. He did not want to arrange
Whoever goes to sleep in the wing room thinks of adding an extra bed in his own room, so that anyone, whether it is his uncle or Kang Tong, can stay.
At this moment, Xue Xiang set up the bed, sat on a chair, and stared at the pile of objects in front of him in trance. But he saw a wide table covered with yellow paint, cardboard boxes, wooden boxes, and other miscellaneous things.
A pile. These objects are the collection collected by Xue Da collector last year.
The most precious among them are naturally the square red sandalwood table, the firewood kiln porcelain placed among the piles of cotton in the largest yellow paper box, and the "Han Xizai Night Banquet" in a long mahogany box, and finally placed on
The three complete versions of Cao Xueqin's manuscript "A Dream of Red Mansions" are on the table.
Not only are these four collections from later generations, but they are already priceless now. Xue Xiang has not really taken a good look at them these days since he came home. Now, after taking them out, he can't help but look at them carefully. After looking at them, he restrained himself.
He got up, covered the red sandalwood table with a tablecloth, and stuffed the remaining three valuables, a selection of calligraphy, paintings, and antiques under the bed, along with smelly shoes and messy socks.
If a group of old scholars knew that Xue Xiang wasted such a waste of natural resources, they would be so angry that they would vomit blood and die. But Xue Daguan can't control so much, and there is not much space in his room. It would be good if he could find a place for them to stay.
.Besides, although these treasures are precious, in Xue's eyes, they are just things for exchange for money.
What's more, Xue Daguan also has a bunch of his favorite things to display. For example, the little devil's general sword and a few assistant officer swords are much more refreshing than the fluffy "Han Xizai Night Banquet Picture"
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Another example is the purple clay teapot made by Gu Jingzhou. It is used to make tea. It is refreshing, fun, and practical. Not to mention it is worth tens of millions in future generations. Naturally, it cannot be stuffed under the bed, so it is used as a bedside table.
tea cup.
Of course, what Xue Xiang likes the most is the large stamp album. Last year, he asked a group of stubborn people to help collect four stamps: "Red", "Total Victory", and "Black Inscription".
, so I called Sanxiao to collect and organize it.
He was busy with the banquet at that time and forgot to look through it. This forgetfulness has been forgotten until now. Today, when he was cleaning the room, he turned out the stamp album. Holding the thick paper and stepping on it, Xue Xiang felt like a mountain.
How could he not be happy when money was thrown at him?
After collecting the corresponding items and placing them, Xue Xiang sat at the table, holding a pen and paper, preparing to count the items and record them one by one on his side. By the way, he pressed the prices vaguely remembered in his mind to see how much he got.
Who would have known that as soon as I opened the first page, there was a page full of female tractor drivers, Yan'an Pagoda Mountain and other famous places.
I flipped through a few more pages, and it was like this. Now, Mr. Xue was no longer calm, and thought to himself: Maybe those guys are just eating and drinking in vain, and they didn't even get one of the things they asked for.
?Another thought, it’s impossible. Chen Fosheng actually brought over a dozen of the ones he asked for by name. Why are they missing now?
With doubts in mind, Xue Xiang went out to ask Xiao Wan. Xiao Wan dragged out a small stamp album from the room and handed it over. He said that the four stamps he wanted were all sorted in a booklet. At this time, Xue Xiang just turned around.
Anxious for joy, she rubbed Xiao Wan's head and ducked into the room.
After counting, Xue Xiang was stunned. He didn't expect that the energy of those guys was so powerful.
In the small stamp album, there are twenty-three "big red" pictures, thirty-four "small red" pictures, fifty-five "black inscriptions", and sixty-nine "total victory" pictures. It is really a treasure trove.
Treasure house. Xue Xiang made a hasty calculation. This small stamp album alone would probably fetch a small 300 million yuan in future generations. This was the result after he considered the large quantity and offset the price. If he released the goods slowly
, I’m afraid the price is higher.
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This stamp is not like the red sandalwood table, the porcelain from the firewood kiln, the "Han Xizai Night Banquet", or the manuscript of "Dream of Red Mansions". They are so rare that Xue Xiang can't bear to part with them. This stamp is his biggest investment in the future.
It is also the last insurance lock he has tied for the future happy life of his brothers and sisters.
Because although these four treasures are rare, they are extremely dangerous. When Xue Xiang does not have strong energy, he does not dare to expose them, let alone exchange them for money. Only these hundreds of stamps can ensure his innocence.
The investment is enough for the Xue brothers and sisters to spend their money openly and no one can find fault with it.
Xue Xiang stared at the pile of stamps and felt that today he had truly enjoyed the benefits of being a reborn person. Just as Xue Xiang was locked in the room alone, having a silly time, a voice suddenly came from outside the room.
"I'm back, hey, why is no one there to greet me?"
When Xue Xiang heard the cute and arrogant voice, he threw the stamp album worth billions away and ran out of the door. He saw a little man in camouflage military uniform on the threshold of the lobby.
Big leather shoes, a delicate and rosy face with a delicate little parted hair, talking and smiling sweetly, who is it if he isn't the little guy he hasn't seen for several months.
"Oh, big guy!" the little guy cheered, jumped down from the threshold, and rushed towards Xue Xiang.
Xue Xiang looked at the energetic little guy and was very excited, and he strode towards her. Unexpectedly, after taking a few steps, the little guy suddenly stopped, his smile disappeared, he reached into his waist and pulled out a six or seven centimeter
He came with a long pink pistol and scolded: "Don't move, I am the People's Liberation Army of the Republic. You are under arrest." His little mouth spoke clearly and his little face was extremely serious.
Xue Xiang was already laughing in his heart, he was so cute by the little guy, but his face showed fear, he raised his hands in a surrender posture, and said with a grimace: "Comrade of the People's Liberation Army, I am a good person."
"Humph, you still dare to lie, you should be beaten."
Bang bang!
The little guy decisively pulled the trigger, and two small red balls flew out instantly.
He picked up the little guy and slapped her lightly on her butt: "I've surrendered, why are you still shooting?"
"Hmph, who told you not to come to the door to meet me? I will punish you." The little guy put his arms around Xue Xiang's neck and said confidently.
Xue Xiang started to take it and felt that the little one had become a lot heavier. He touched her belly and found that it was round. He smiled and said: "Baby, you have gained weight. If you eat more, you will really become a chubby girl."
The little girl was most afraid of being called fat. When Xue Xiang said that, she immediately reached out and took off Xue Xiang's big hand on her belly, pinched Xue Xiang's cheek, frowned and asked, "Big guy, why aren't you thinner?"
Xue Xiang rolled his eyes and knew that the little guy was looking for trouble, so he quickly added: "Oh, I miss the little baby so much. I miss her so much that I eat as hard as I can, so I don't lose weight."
After hearing this, the little guy gave Xue Xiang a kiss, with a slight smile on his lips, "Hehe, actually I miss you too."
The little guy spoke very seriously. Xue Xiang was moved and touched her face with his head. Just as he was about to ask Xue Anyuan and Kang Tong why they hadn't come back yet, he saw two young boys rushing in from the gate.
The two boys were both fifteen or sixteen years old, with pubic acne on their faces, of medium height, and arrogant expressions. They had similar looks, and you could tell they were brothers at a glance.
Xue Xiang looked at the two of them and felt they looked familiar. Just as he was about to ask, the little guy lay in his ear and said, "Big guy, I don't like them. They want to steal my gun and make Brother Kang go home angry."