Yang Zimei symbolically collected one hundred pieces of hexagram gold from Qin Kaiwen and left the Qin family.
"Mimi, come and eat!"
Not far away, I heard someone knocking on a basin and barking, and several fluffy black kittens gathered around him.
Yang Zimei turned around and looked over, surprised to find that the copper plate used to feed the cat in the hand of the short, fat aunt actually exuded the unique aura of an ancient object.[
Is this an antique?
Feed your cat a curio plate?
Isn't it too overbearing?
She walked over, deliberately looked at the cute kittens for a while, and then asked the aunt: "Auntie, these kittens are so cute. I like them very much. Can you sell one to me?"
"Okay, I'm worried about who wants it." The aunt said cheerfully, "Which one do you want? I'll give it to you cheaper, and I'll just charge you a symbolic hundred yuan."
Yang Zimei pointed at a fat cat that looked cute, "I want this."
"Okay." The aunt took out the kitten and handed it to Yang Zimei.
Yang Zimei stretched out her hand to hug the kitten, blinked her harmless-looking black eyes, and said to her aunt, "Auntie, I bought a cat, can you give me this copper plate? I don't have a plate suitable for feeding cats at home.
Woolen cloth."
"There's no problem with this. I have more than a dozen of these copper plates at home, all of which are thrown away." The aunt said cheerfully, "I'll get a clean one for you."
A dozen?
Yang Zimei's eyes lit up after hearing this.
When she was looking at the cat just now, she had carefully observed the copper plate and found that the plate had no ears, a ring foot, and was decorated with turtle and fish patterns inside. It turned out to be a copper plate from the Shang Dynasty. It was simply too precious.
And this aunt actually said that there are more than a dozen, which is like sitting on a golden mountain!
And she actually treats Jinshan as a garbage mountain and throws it away casually, which is simply too violent.
"Auntie, can I go in with you and take a look, okay?" Yang Zimei said sweetly.
"Um."
The aunt is a cheerful and carefree person, so how could she possibly think that Yang Zimei is planning something shocking?
The aunt lives in an old-fashioned old house with blue bricks and black tiles and an open patio. It should have been the residence of a wealthy family in the past.
There was a large pile of coal piled next to the well, and a dozen copper plates were randomly thrown on a bamboo basket next to the coal.[
Sure enough, those dozen copper plates exuded the unique material atmosphere of antiques.
"Well, they are all here, you can pick one." When she heard the violent coughing in the inner hall, the aunt's expression tightened and she said to Yang Zimei casually, "My husband is sick, I will go in first.
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"Uh? Is uncle sick?" Yang Zimei asked.
"When he was young, in order to make money, he went to dig coal, which caused coal dust to accumulate in his lungs, which led to tuberculosis." A trace of sadness appeared on the aunt's cheerful face, "Our family is poor and we can't afford to go to a big hospital.
, he can only grab some herbs at home and eat them. In the past few years, his health has become worse and worse, and he even has problems walking."
"Auntie, I have been learning medical skills from an old Chinese doctor since I was a child, and I know a little bit about acupuncture. If you don't worry, I can help you look at it." Because Yang Zimei wanted to treat the pile of copper plates, he took the initiative to treat her.
Otherwise, it would be unkind to take other people's things for free.
"Oh, he has been suffering from a long-term illness, and it's all in vain for you, little girl." Seeing that she was young, the aunt didn't believe that she knew Chinese medicine, so she sighed politely.
