Chapter 912： Provincial City Flea Market 3

The old man looked at Zhao Xiulan a few more times, thinking that this girl is really not easy, and even knows how to seduce people with good things.

But she guessed right, he was really tempted.

His grandson hasn't eaten meat for a long time, and he hasn't bought it. Zhao Xiulan says he has meat now, how can he control it.

The old man stared at Zhao Xiulan and said, "Girl, do you really have meat? Do you have refined grains?"

"have!"

"That's fine, come with me. I still have a lot of things in my house. You can see if you can see it."

As the old man said that, he temporarily closed the door of the flea market and led Zhao Xiulan to a small courtyard not far away.

Zhao Xiulan followed and arrived at the grandfather's courtyard. When she entered, she was immediately frightened by the contents inside.

Because there are so many wonderful babies.

It is estimated that this old man is also knowledgeable. After spending so many years in the flea market, he brought back a lot of good things.

Seeing Zhao Xiulan's expression, the old man knew that Zhao Xiulan was a knowledgeable person, and said to Zhao Xiulan, "These are small items, those cabinets and tables that are not easy to move home, I sold them, I guess a lot of ignorant goods are wasted.

I've searched for these little ones that don't take up much space. You can see if you like them. "

Zhao Xiulan took a fancy to an inkstone, several paintings and calligraphy, a few porcelains, and a purple clay pot.

Although the others are old objects, they are not bad, but if you choose from these objects, Zhao Xiulan must choose the most valuable.

The old man obviously saw that Zhao Xiulan's eyesight was good, so he smiled and said, "Daughter, your eyes are very vicious, and you have taken away all the good things from me.

But it doesn't get in the way. Anyway, I can't save so many good things by myself. Since you know the goods, you can take them, as long as you keep them well. "

Zhao Xiulan was not polite, and asked the old man, "Master, how much food do you want to exchange for these things?"

"You can give it as much as you want.

Anyway, no less than five pounds of meat is enough. My grandson is greedy and wants him to have a good meal. "

Zhao Xiulan thought how much food the old man wanted, but he didn't expect such a low requirement.

Zhao Xiulan couldn't help but be curious and asked, "Master, you are so precious, so you sold it to me so cheaply?"

"Otherwise? How much do you want me to want? You little girl, it's so strange, isn't it good to sell it to you cheaply? Could it be that you still want more expensive? It's strange!"

Zhao Xiulan smiled, "Master, aren't you afraid that you will suffer?"

"What's the loss? It's good to be able to buy it for someone who knows the goods like you, or else these things will be piled up in my house, and when they can't be piled up, there may not be anyone willing to buy them, then I might as well sell them to you. Earn a few pounds of meat to eat!"

What the old man said is not unreasonable. Although these things are precious, there are too few people who know the goods, and it is difficult to sell them.

To the uninformed, these things are worthless garbage.

"That's fine, sir, like this, I'll give you five catties of fresh pork, and then give you ten catties of bacon, ten catties of sausage, ten catties of ham, thirty catties of rice, twenty catties of flour, and twenty catties of dried noodles.

Plus thirty eggs, two preserved chickens, two preserved ducks, and twenty salted duck eggs, what do you think? "

It's not that Zhao Xiulan is generous, but the old man's things are really precious and worth so much.