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After Zhao Xiangyun finished this deal, she did not continue to do business.

She threw a pair of gold bracelets into space.

He wanted to go to the junk market again.

The items in the junk market were not completely still.

From time to time, someone would pull a cart and deliver the goods to the junk market.

There were also a lot of people like Zhao Xiangyun who wanted to find treasures from the trash market.

However, he still had to try his luck. If he was lucky, then the things he would encounter would naturally be good.

Otherwise, it might just be some rotten metal or rotten wood.

Zhao Xiangyun did not have much interest in those lousy metals. Instead, she was interested in those porcelain and good wood.

This time, she was lucky. She went to the junk market, just in time to see a cart bringing in goods.

Zhao Xiangyun watched as they removed the things from the cart.

Perhaps they subconsciously treated all the items like trash. A few of them pulled a cart and flipped the items over, causing a few loud bangs.

Even if it was a good item, under such rough handling, it had become missing an arm and a leg.

Zhao Xiangyun finally knew why other than that bed, all she had picked up the last time were some valuable wood seed's scraps or broken limbs.

"Little girl, what do you want to choose? Hurry up and choose. Once you choose me, you have to throw your things in the corner. This place is blocked!" As the old gatekeeper said this, Zhao Xiangyun put down her empty basket and began to search for something.

Zhao Xiangyun found a cabinet that was only half full. The cabinet was made of purple sandalwood.

The other half was also not in the items he had pulled over this time.

There was also an old-fashioned armchair, which was made of mahogany and looked pretty good. The most important thing was that among the pile of items, the only one that could be considered intact.

There was a teapot, which Zhao Xiangyun recognized carefully. It should be made from the porcelain of the Qing Dynasty's official kiln.

But unfortunately, the teapot was torn in half by the brutal treatment of those people.

Zhao Xiangyun almost died from the pain.

She picked up the teapot along with the pieces.

Finally, he put in the items he wanted to buy.

That's what the junk market is like. If you meet something good, it might not be complete.

It would be fine if he did not meet them, but if he met someone like Zhao Xiangyun, who was a broken person, it would be even worse.

After taking the thing that she wanted, Zhao Xiangyun went to find the old man who guarded the door to weigh it.

The old man checked the items one by one. When he was about to weigh them, he realized that Zhao Xiangyun had placed the broken teapot inside.

"Little girl, why are you inside this broken teapot?" The old man was confused.

He had seen people who bought junk before, but this was the first time he had seen someone like Zhao Xiangyun who bought trash.

"I quite like this teapot. It's very similar to the teapot I used to use in my house. However, that one at my house has been missing for a long time. I just want to take it back, even if it's just a fragment! " Zhao Xiangyun said.

Although her words were a lie, she still revealed some of her true feelings.

The old gatekeeper had a deep impression of Zhao Xiangyun, because out of all the people that came to the trash market, there was no one that was fatter than Zhao Xiangyun, who had a sturdy body and bones.

Everyone looked thin and sallow. Some of them even wore more patched clothing than the original ones.

However, the old man had a good impression of Zhao Xiangyun.

No price, no price, no matter how much he said it was.

He wasn't like the others, who couldn't wait for him to gift it to them for free.

How could he give away such a thing from the government?

"Isn't it just a broken teapot? No matter how similar it was to his home, it was still a crappy image! Just you wait, I'll get you a good one! "

After saying that, the old man pulled himself together and walked to the only locked room in the entire junk market.

When he came out again, he was holding a teapot, matching teapot and a few cups.

"Here!" Give me the five cents. The teapot and the teacups are all yours, and this teapot doesn't even have a tinge of shame.

Before Zhao Xiangyun could regain her senses, the old man had already started to weigh the things that she took.

Zhao Xiangyun looked at the teapot in her hand.

He touched the teapot with his hand. The texture of the teapot was very smooth and the layer of skin on the porcelain was somewhat dark.

Zhao Xiangyun picked up the teapot and looked at the bottom of it.

He could vaguely see the words Ru Kuan on the wall.

Is this a teapot from your kiln?

Zhao Xiangyun took a look at a few more teacups, and saw that all of them had marks underneath.

My God, did the old man just casually give her a teapot?

This almost overturned all three of Zhao Xiangyun's views.

Moreover, she had an idea. Maybe in the junk market, it wasn't all the junk she saw.

He might even have a lot of good things.

However, the old gatekeeper didn't take it out.

Zhao Xiangyun didn't know if this old man really knew or if she was just pretending.

Or perhaps, he just felt that these complete items needed to be placed elsewhere.

In short, regardless of the reason, this old man didn't seem to be a simple person.

While Zhao Xiangyun was deep in thought, the old man had already weighed everything for her.

This time, everything added up to less than two hundred pounds.

Zhao Xiangyun paid a total of two hundred and fifty grams of money for the money. The pot of tea also brought a total of two hundred and fifty grams of money.

"Great sir, thank you for the teapot!" Zhao Xiangyun said.

"Alright, what's there to thank me for?" It's just a broken teapot. "

The old man repeatedly stressed that this was a broken teapot, making Zhao Xiangyun more and more confused about this person.

Thinking about how he gave her an antique that looked quite valuable, Zhao Xiangyun decided to help this old man.

While she was out borrowing the cart, she put another five pounds of grain into her basket.

As the old man helped her carry the goods one by one onto the carriage, Zhao Xiangyun took out the five catties of food from the basket and passed it to the old man, "Uncle, this is for you, thank you for being willing to help me!"

Although this old man was always fierce, when he saw her make a broken teapot, he took the initiative to show her a good teapot.

While weighing the tea, he also picked up the broken teapot, without any intention of taking advantage of Zhao Xiangyun at all.

He was a good man.

The old man took the item from Zhao Xiangyun and looked at it. When he saw the wheat bran in the cloth bag, he was stunned.

"You … "You …"

"Grandpa, don't mind me. I was out in a hurry, that's why I brought these out!" Zhao Xiangyun said.

How could the old man dare to turn his back on him?

He was starving.

"Girl, you … Do you know what you are doing? " The old man was not in a hurry to take away the food, but asked Zhao Xiangyun about it.

He felt that Zhao Xiangyun might not understand the situation.

At the moment, they were all lacking food and clothes, how could they take out food so casually?

"Great sir, I know!" I also know that food is hard to come by these days, but when I see you, I feel that you're a good person!

Just consider it as me doing a good deed! This food should be given to you! "