Chapter 167： can't be cruel

Uncle Ming turned his head to look at Yan Mingshun and said with a smile, "Are you willing?"

Don't think he doesn't know how fine this kid is. He used to give him all the things that this kid doesn't like. The real good things are all put away by him. Although this dirty bowl is broken, it can be After all, it is Jun kiln, the price can't be low, this kid actually didn't hide it?

Yan Mingshun smiled indifferently, and said neither humble nor arrogant: "Recently, my money is tight, and my grandmother's medicine is very poor. If Uncle Ming is willing to accept it, it would be better."

This statement is mixed. It is true that my grandmother is ill, but it is not true. In the past two years, he and his uncle have relied on reselling antiques, but they have saved a lot of money, even if they eat ginseng for grandma and her elderly every day He wants to sell this broken bowl because he has better ones on hand.

This time my uncle went to Chang'an to gain a lot. He took a cursory look, and they were all fine products. All of them were worth more than the red-spotted bamboo hat in his hand. Uncle Ming knew that my uncle went to Chang'an. If he didn't take any of them Come to the shot, it is not reasonable to say.

After all, Uncle Ming was half the master who led him into this door, so he still had to talk about his feelings.

He had already made a plan. Taking advantage of the lack of strict arrests in the past two years, he asked his uncle to collect more and store it at home. These will be his start-up funds in the future. It will make Yan Houde and Tan Shufang only look up to them in the future.

Uncle Ming put the bucket hat and bowl on the table. He was not in a hurry to negotiate the price, but asked with concern, "Your grandmother is still in good health?"

Yan Mingshun shook his head with a sad expression, "Since my mother passed away, my grandmother has not been well."

"Isn't the Langzhong I introduced to you last time?"

"The doctor's medical skills are extremely brilliant, but he said that he needs a hundred-year-old ginseng to be used as a medicinal guide, otherwise his medicine will be useless. Isn't it just pooling money to collect a hundred-year-old ginseng!" Yan Mingshun replied.

Uncle Ming heaved a sigh of relief. Lang and Chinese medicine are good at it. He always pays attention to face. If the person who introduced him is not good at treating the disease, he will lose face, but it is difficult for a hundred-year-old ginseng!

"Don't take it yourself. There are many shoddy wild ginseng on the market now, but you can't tell. Let me help you find out, and I'll let you know if there is any news." Uncle Ming said.

"Thank you so much." Yan Mingshun bowed deeply gratefully.

"Don't thank me first, I can't guarantee this ginseng. Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer wild ginseng. Let alone a hundred years, it is rare in fifty years." Uncle Ming sighed.

Yan Mingshun's face darkened, and then he strengthened his confidence again. If he couldn't find it, he would go to Changbai Mountain in person, and he must find a century-old ginseng for his grandmother.

Uncle Ming still admires this stubborn and excellent young man, and also sympathizes with his background, otherwise he would not have taught him to identify antiques two years ago, but——

"Ming Shun, your heart is not cruel enough. If I were you, I would never be able to get along with the son born by my stepmother. You are too kind to your brother." Uncle Ming warned.

Yan Mingshun smiled self-deprecatingly, "In the past, when Tan Shufang locked me in a dark room, Mingda, who was less than three years old, would secretly give me food, and when Tan Shefang beat me, he would also stand in front of me, and I would do it. Not being cruel to him."

Uncle Ming snorted, "Evil bamboo produces good bamboo shoots, but Yan Houde and Tan Shufang have raised a little white rabbit? It's really interesting!"