I bought a lot of things this time. I put them in the car and there was almost no place to sit. In the end, I had no choice but to redesign them.

Remove the sack on the tail of the car, take out the firewood inside, and place it on the tail of the car, and place it on the basket containing piglets and dogs, and cartons containing chickens, ducks and goose cubs, and tie them with a rope.

The four women were sitting in the middle of the car, and Yang Ming was sitting in front of the car.

"Hi! Big brother, are you selling this car?" Just as everyone paid the parking fee and was about to leave, a middle-aged man in a white T-shirt came up and said with a smile.

"You want to buy my car?" Yang Ming said in surprise.

"Ten thousand yuan! How about it? It's hard to find such a retro car now!" said the middle-aged man. In fact, the middle-aged man didn't say a word: If you drive such a car to Beijing, it won't be a drop. Huanghuali, the whole car is Huanghuali, which costs nearly ten million.

"Sorry, we won't sell this car!" Sun Fangfang rushed to say at this time.

"Are you unsatisfied with the price? I will never bargain when you offer it. I am from Beijing Film Academy. We have a drama and need such a car to be used as props. Your car has the original Republic of China style. You can still collect it after making props."

"You are really good at joking. Why are you collecting such an ugly thing?" Sun Fangfang's eyes showed a hint of cunning.

"..." The middle-aged man saw Sun Fangfang smile and knew that it was impossible to buy this treasure car at a cheap price today. Regardless of whether this woman understands wooden tools or not, this woman is definitely a smart person anyway! He smiled quickly and said, "Look at what you said, we movies all like art, some collect calligraphy and paintings, and some collect porcelain, and I like collect ancient cars..."

"Are you a villager?" Sun Fangfang asked with a smile.

The middle-aged man was stunned and then smiled awkwardly: "The girl can understand it too? She even knows jargon, so let's not say anything else. How much do you plan to sell this car?"

In the antique world, those great gods went to the countryside to buy antiques from fellow villagers. In jargon, they called the village. Back then, they fought the local tyrants and distributed the landlords' landlords' things to poor peasants. Many valuable things were scattered among the people. The great gods in the antique world loved to collect antiques in the countryside. The key was that the villagers didn't know the definition of antiques. Sometimes a piece of broken wood thrown in the yard might be yellow rosewood or mahogany. The great gods bought it for a few dollars and sold it for more than 100,000 yuan.

"This car is not mine, it is my brother's house. I can't make the decision, and we don't know much about the value of this car. If you really want it sincerely, you can give us your contact number and we will contact you later. If we want to sell it, we will first consider your..." Sun Fangfang said.

You can't make the decision? Then what did you rush to interfere just now?

"You big sister are so happy, just like that..." The middle-aged man took out a business card from his pocket, then turned around and left.

"Tao Yangdong..." Sun Fangfang took the business card and took a look, and handed it to Yang Ming directly. "This bastard, he is all from an uncle, and he actually calls me a sister..."

"I'm so kind. Once, an old man asked me for directions and called me elder sister!" said Mrs. Liu.

"How did you see that he was lying just now?" Wei Qingqing looked at Sun Fangfang and said.

"I didn't recognize it, just test it. Zhang Yang's aunt's house is just a man who makes antiques. His eldest uncle often goes to the village..." Sun Fangfang said.

"Let's go, let's go back quickly. It's already noon. Maybe Zhang Yang is here now." Yang Ming glanced at Tao Yangdong's business card, then stuffed it into his pocket and said.

So Yang Ming drove the car and returned along the same route.

At 12:30 noon, the group finally returned to Zhengjia Village. The car stopped in front of the gate. In front of Yang Ming's house, in addition to his truck, there was also a business car parked.

"It must be Zhang Yang coming!" Sun Fangfang recognized the license plate number on the business car, got out of the car, and said.

"Lock the door! He won't wait in the car, right?" Yang Ming also jumped out of the car and said while untiing the ropes and unloading the goods.

"Tsk! You underestimate him too much. He must have gone into the yard. Maybe he is enjoying it in the house now!" Wei Qingqing stretched, slipped out of the car, and said.

"Qingqing, Fangfang, Yang Ming, we mother and I will go home first..." At this time, Mrs. Liu hugged her daughter and got out of the car, and said.

"What are you going? There are guests at noon in our house, so I will help us cook..." Wei Qingqing stepped forward and took Mrs. Liu's hand and said.

After hearing what Wei Qingqing said, Mrs. Liu didn't know how to refuse.

"Yes, Mrs. Liu, when I bought the fish, I bought it according to Baoer's taste. If Baoer didn't come, it would have been wasted my thoughts." Yang Ming said.

"Sister Liu, the guest today is my husband. Wouldn't you not want to know my husband?" Sun Fangfang also said.

So, at the enthusiastic invitation of the three, in the eager eyes of her daughter, Mrs. Liu compromised...

Wei Qingqing took out the key and opened the fence door. At this moment, the middle door of the house opened. Zhang Yang grabbed a big peach with one hand and a petal of watermelon in the other hand and walked out of the house. His mouth was full of stuffed, and a black watermelon seed was stuck to the corner of his mouth. The juice flowed down his chin and said vaguely: "I said, what are you doing? Why did you come back for so long? I waited outside for three hours, and I was so bald that I was bald. There was no way, so I climbed over the wall by myself. Don't say that, your house has so many good things, I don't know which one to eat..."

When Zhang Yang said this, Yang Ming and others rolled their eyes. Are you still bald? You can tell how moist you are when you look at your little face.

"It's so embarrassing! You won't swallow it anymore? There are customers!" Sun Fangfang gave her husband a blank look and said angrily.

"Oh, what big girl is this?" Yang Ming's eyes lit up when he saw Liu's sister-in-law and daughter.

"What big girl? I'm called Mrs. Liu! Mrs. Liu is thirty years old, four years older than you! This cute little cute name is Zheng Baoer, and she is Liu's daughter. She is ten years old this year..." Sun Fangfang took two steps forward, grabbed Zhang Yang's arm, pulled her to Mrs. Liu, and introduced her to her to her.

"Hello, Mrs. Liu!" Zhang Yang stretched out his hand with a smile on his face and wanted to shake hands with Mrs. Liu. Mrs. Liu was a widow, so how could he shake hands with strange men casually? If this was spread, he would not be able to be a human being in the village. Of course, this is not the main reason. The key is that this man smiled too badly, just like the wolf grandmother, which made people feel excited and blushed with embarrassment, neither stretching out his hands nor making a sound.

"I'm so brave that I dare to show my wolfishness in front of my wife..." Yang Ming whispered in Wei Qingqing's ear.

"That means that your wolf shape will not be exposed in front of your wife?" Wei Qingqing's tone was a little unkind and glanced at her husband.

"...I haven't said anything..." Yang Ming hurriedly hid and unloaded the things he bought at the market from the car.

"While staying there, when you are not seeing beautiful women, you can stare out your eyes..." Sun Fangfang angrily, patted his hand, and smiled at Sister Liu, "Sister Liu, don't be as good as him, he is just a bad person..." He pulled him aside again: "Does my son miss me?"

"I thought about it and thought about drinking two more bottles of milk every day..." Zhang Yang said.

"Is this a joke? Your son is as unscrupulous as you!" Sun Fangfang rolled her eyes.

"Oh! Brother, what are you doing? They are both pigs and dogs, haha, and poultry! Are your car unique enough?" Zhang Yang hurriedly hid and got together with Yang Ming.

"We're going to the market, don't be standing there, help to move to the yard. You are a laborer..." Yang Ming said.

"Finish!" Zhang Yang's eyes were sharp and he saw four clips directly, "I'll help you carry this in..." He was about to walk into the yard.

"Put some fish, shrimp and soak them in the house, and stew them in a basin, and eat them in a while." Yang Ming handed Zhang Yang a few big bags of fish and shrimp.

"What fish and shrimp should I buy? I can eat the fish and shrimp I caught today. I took a small jar and threw it into the stream on your field. We will get up later."

Small jar, local dialect, refers to a fishing tool. It is named after it looks like a jar. It is usually made of cold cloth for screens. It is cylindrical with a rope tied to one end. There are several holes in the jar. The small holes are sunken inward. Throw a steamed bun in the jar, throw it into the water where there are many fish, and tie the rope to the shore. In order to eat steamed buns, fish and shrimps can get into the jar and think about it again. It is impossible. A few hours together, there will be a lot of fish and shrimps inside.

Easy to enter but difficult to exit is also one of the origins of the name "Xiaotanzi".
Chapter completed!