After Escaping Famine, Three-Year-Old Fu Bao Became Everyone’s Favorite

During the famine, a sack of grain was traded for a little girl. Everyone thought the family had lost their minds.

But ever since they adopted little Qingtian, it was as if their lives had be...

Chapter 144 Who cares about stinky men when there is money to be made!

The family of three will be traveling together for several days, so they need to prepare several sets of clothes.

But as soon as she opened the box, Mrs. Ye couldn't help but sigh.

Boss Ye didn't have many clothes, and they were all half-new, with two of them even having patches on them.

"I should have made you new clothes after we settled down. Now you're going to the city and you don't know what to wear."

Boss Ye looked at the clothes on his body and said, "These clothes are not damaged or torn, they are very nice to wear!

"But you, didn't you buy a lot of cloth in Tianjin before? Why don't you make yourself a piece of clothing?"

Looking at the two sets of old clothes that Mrs. Ye found, Boss Ye couldn't help but talk to her.

"I spend all day around the stove, so it's a waste to wear new clothes. It's good to have old ones.

"But this year we are more financially comfortable. When the New Year comes, we will make a new set of clothes for each of the three of us, and then we can make one for Mom."

Boss Ye thought what she said made a lot of sense. Just as he was about to nod, he saw Mrs. Ye take out a large pile of sunny clothes from the cabinet beside the kangqin, and almost all of them were newly made.

Before Ye Lao Da could say anything, Ye Dasao couldn't help laughing: "It's all my fault. I was so busy making clothes for Qingtian that I didn't take care of the two of us."

Although children grow quickly, clothes made this year will basically not be wearable next year.

But Mrs. Ye still generously made several sets of clothes for Qingtian.

Boss Ye didn’t think there was anything wrong with this. Isn’t the purpose of making money to spend on children?

The sunny day was beautiful and cute, and she was wearing a nice dress. As her father, he could only smile foolishly and could not think of anything else.

After packing the clothes she was going to take, Mrs. Ye was about to pack up her usual kitchen knives and other things. As soon as she lifted the clean cotton cloth covering the basket, she saw the plates that she had brought back from the abandoned porcelain kiln on a sunny day.

Mrs. Ye had forgotten about this before, but only remembered it when she saw it.

"Boss, come and take a look at this plate. Qingtian found it in the abandoned kiln."

Upon hearing this, Boss Ye came over and took it to take a closer look.

Not to mention, it feels heavy when you pick it up!

I don’t know how many years the kiln has been abandoned, and there is a lot of dirt on the surface of the plates.

Boss Ye blew twice, but the stains on it did not move at all.

"I had already cleaned the dust off the surface, but I didn't bother to wash it when I was at Jiang's house.

"I thought I'd take it back and soak it in water first, maybe that would make it easier to brush."

When Brother Ye saw the plate, his first reaction was, "This plate looks pretty good, but it's so big, what kind of dish can I make with it?"

Mrs. Ye's thoughts were instantly diverted by him.

"What's the use of this? If it's too big, just make a cold platter.

"Pork head, pork elbow, braised beef, jelly, braised pig's trotters...anything can be put up there.

"No matter how big it is, I can fill it up for you, do you believe it?"

"You even included the braised pig's trotters in the calculation, so why wouldn't I believe you?"

Boss Ye said as he went out and brought back a basin of warm water. "Put the plate in there to soak first. I'll brush it out before I go to bed."

However, Sister Ye obviously had a deeper understanding of Qingtian's "strength", so she tentatively said: "On the way back from Jiang's house, Xiang Lei also said that the abandoned kiln has been behind Shuanglin Village for many years.

"Even the oldest man in the village said that no one had ever seen smoke coming out of that abandoned kiln since they could remember.

"So it has to be at least several decades old. What if it's an antique or something? Wouldn't our family be rich?"

"Do you think antiques are just like carrots and cabbages, everywhere on the street?" Boss Ye didn't take it seriously. "If antiques were so easy to pick up, wouldn't people outside be rushing to look for them?

“Besides, although Xiang Lei knows a little about walnuts, he is just a child after all.

"What does he know about antiques? He's probably never even seen one!"

Mrs. Ye was too lazy to argue with him, so she threatened him, "Be careful when you brush it later, don't break it.

"I brought it home as a treasure on a sunny day. You should cry if you break it."

"Don't worry, I will definitely wash the dishes cleanly for my daughter.

"I think we should stop pretending. When the third brother is free, I'll ask him to make a shelf for us.

"Then..." He turned around and pointed at the wall, "Then put it on our box. It will definitely look nice."

"That's not impossible." Mrs. Ye nodded, "But I think it would be better to take it into the city tomorrow and see if I can find someone who knows how to take a look at it."

Upon hearing this, Boss Ye smiled and teased her, "As the saying goes, wealth should not be shown off.

"If you take the plate and ask someone to look at it, it's not an antique, but it's a bit embarrassing at best.

"But if it really is an antique, you'd better be careful not to attract thieves.

"The gang of bandits who killed people and robbed goods before haven't been caught yet!"

Boss Ye was just joking, but Mrs. Ye took it to heart.

"Your reminder makes sense. I'll tell the third son's wife not to tell anyone about the plate." After saying this, Mrs. Ye turned around and walked out the door, heading straight to the west wing opposite to find Mrs. Ye San.

Boss Ye was stunned in the spot, turned around and asked Qingtian: "My daughter, do you think your mother is just joking with me or is she really serious?"

As he spoke, he picked up the dirty plate and looked at it over and over again. It was just an ordinary porcelain plate, so how could it be an antique?

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