Chu Heng’s performance was something Qin Huairu never expected.

In her opinion, this kid, a raw melon seed that is a 2juro, must be tender. As long as you ask for it, you will get the things. If you do your best, you will be fine, what she said or what she said?

But when she saw Chu Heng's way of hugging her and after hearing that, she knew that she had misunderstood.

This is a meeting with an expert!

"Hengzi, what are you...what are you saying? If you don't want to borrow, Sister Qin will leave." Qin Huairu broke away from Chu Heng with an awkward look on her face, and turned her head and was about to leave.

This feeling of being seen through was really uncomfortable, as if he was standing in front of him with a whisper.

"Who said I won't borrow it?" Chu Heng pressed her shoulder, pulled her to the chair and sat down. Then he walked to the outer room and filled a bag with a total of ten kilograms of white flour.

He returned to the inner room with the noodles bag and put it on the table. He looked down at Qin Huairu with an unnatural expression, slowly bent down, almost pressed on the other party's face before stopping, and said in a breath of alcohol: "Ten kilograms of flour, now it's yours, Sister Qin, but... my things cannot be used in vain!"

After saying that, he printed his lips on it.

Feeling the youthful aura that was coming to his face, Qin Huairu struggled a little at first, but she quickly gave up and leaned softly on the chair.

Although she has been calculating this and that outside over the years, although she has taken advantage of it, most people are not very brave these days, and at most they just move their hands and feet. No one dares to touch their mouths and never lose their body.

It can be said that she has been away for many years.

Today, she was also unlucky. She met Chu Heng, an old driver, and she was in charge of eating meat for a long time, and she got angry after getting angry.

At this moment, she had even decided to give her body out.

She is a widow and Chu Heng is a young man. She will not suffer any loss no matter how you look at it!

But when she knew that as soon as she came out of her idea, Chu Heng's grandson actually stopped talking.

He stood up with satisfaction, and while smacking his lips, he handed the bag of noodles: "Sister Qin, take it."

This time, it was a signal from Chu Heng that he wanted to tell the little widow that he was not easy to mess with.

If this little widow can stop her in time, it will be your good things in the future.

But if she doesn't know how to advance or retreat, he will be galloping!

He doesn’t need food, he doesn’t need money, he doesn’t need food, he doesn’t need money, he’s even more afraid of playing around!

Qin Huairu, whose cheeks were red, didn't know what he was thinking, and was looking at him in a daze at this moment.

That's it?

My mother is about to take off her pants, are you done talking to me?

After all, it’s raw melon seeds, do you even understand the bullshit!

Qin Huairu felt that the fire was on fire, which was so 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 take the thing, and bowed her head without saying a word.

When he got home, Jia Zhang took the food bag in surprise: "This must be ten kilograms, right? Why are you giving so much?"

Qin Huairu certainly couldn't say that she was eaten several times and was able to lie, "There is no shortage of food, and this is my first time opening my mouth, so he couldn't hide his face, so he gave me more."

"You should go to his house more in the future. That kid's house has a lot of good things, so take some more back." After happily putting the noodles bag, Jia Zhang put it back on the house and sat on the kang. He touched the sleeping stick and said with pain: "I should have borrowed it from the boy in the Chu family. I saw it for my grandson to be greedy, and my heart was trembling when I cried."

Qin Huairu rolled her eyes when she heard this, picked up the water cup and drank several mouthfuls of cold boiled water!

...

Before dawn, Chu Heng got up from the bed on time.

After washing and cleaning, he went to the public toilet outside to clean his intestines before he rode his bike to Pigeon City.

When he arrived at the place, he was not in a hurry to set up a stall. He first took the flashlight and turned around the market to see if there was any good stuff.

After leaving a few stalls, Chu Heng suddenly stopped, squatted in front of a stall, stared at a blue and white bed with open lids, pointed to the yellow and white solid inside and asked, "Are you honey?"

The stall owner is an old farmer in his fifties. He has dark face and rough palms. When he heard Chu Heng ask, he quickly wiped his nose with his shiny black sleeves and walked forward: "Serious jujube nectar, do you want to come some? It's so delicious to drink when you go home."

"How to sell it?" Chu Heng pointed the flashlight at the jar, and his eyes hidden in the dark looked at the jar hard. The more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was an old object, and he couldn't help but feel it was.

In his last life, in order to be a cultural circle, he also played with antiques with a few half-baked collectors. In five or six years, he spent more than 100,000 yuan to buy a house of items. There were not many real things, most of them were from last week, but he was deceived a lot.

With his eyesight as a knife, if he throws him into the Liulichang or Panjiayuan in later generations, he will definitely not be able to wear any pants that will be compensated.

But it's different at this time.

Antiques are not valuable these days, and they only make fakes if they have serious illnesses.

So now, as long as something looks real, it is absolutely true to buy it back. Even if it is fake, it was imitated by the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, and it is still valuable.

"This jar is more than three pounds, so you can give it six yuan." Seeing that Chu Heng was wearing a good dress, the old farmer thought about it and asked for a high price, and at the same time was ready to bargain.

Chu Heng was thinking about 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 on. Will this jar be given?"

"Send and deliver, you can even take the jar with six yuan." The old farmer was surprised when he heard that he really wanted it. Without hesitation, he responded.

Isn’t it just a broken jar? There are so many families in the house that I was able to go back to the landlord’s house.

Chu Heng took out the money, pointed out six yuan and handed it to the old farmer, and then left with the jar.

When he arrived at a place where no one was around, he flashed into the space warehouse and carefully looked at the blue and white beds.

There is a base style under the jar, made in the Hongwu year of the Ming Dynasty. Its pattern style, glaze color and body texture are also in line with Chu Heng’s knowledge reserves about Hongwu blue and white!

"No more." Chu Heng smiled and put the blue and white bed in the corner. He felt so beautiful. If you bought something for six yuan, you will be sold for 30 years and you will be able to make millions of dollars. You will make a lot of money.

While laughing ridiculously, Chu Heng couldn't laugh anymore.

He looked at the blue and white beds on the ground and fell into deep thought.

Thirty years later, he is already in his fifties and has entered the middle-aged and late-year life of soaking wolfberry in Jiantian red dates. What's the use of so much money?

"Fuck." Chu Heng, who was heartbroken, put down the jar without any odor, took his goods out of the warehouse, and started a new day's life in setting up a stall.

When it was sold at about six o'clock, his turnover had reached 150.

Just when he was about to continue his efforts and push his career to a new height, a shrill howl sounded in the market.
Chapter completed!