[Overpowered Space + Transmigration to the Past + Heroine with Superb Skills + Major Golden Finger]
This is a growth-type story, with no detestable characters and no angst. It has a warm,飒�...
Lian Xiaomin looked at his anxious look and knew that the boy wanted to exchange money as soon as possible to send his father to see a doctor.
When she took it and looked at it, wow, what a coincidence! In her previous life, she had watched a TV program called "Interesting Stories in the World", which specifically introduced this Qing Dynasty's tortoise-shaped ten-liang gold ingot, weighing 365.6 grams.
The ripples on the ingot surface are like ripples, spreading from the center to the surrounding areas. It is extremely precious and the starting price of the Hangzhou auction is 1.5 million.
She also discussed with her colleagues that TV dramas often feature ancient costume dramas in which gold ingots are used to buy things. In fact, according to the program, gold ingots were not circulated in ancient times and were mostly used for rewards, donations, and gifts.
So the impression was very deep.
The boy in front of me actually handed me two!
A large yellow croaker weighs only 312.5 grams. This gold ingot weighs more grams than the yellow croaker, and as an antique, its value is far greater than ordinary gold.
She nodded and looked at the boy's mother again. She had to confirm with the adults in the family.
The woman said quickly, "Girl, you can give it to me as you see fit. Although this thing is precious, it was passed down from my parents-in-law when they were alive... But given the current environment, we dare not sell it unless we have no other choice."
"Well, to be honest, the child's father used to have a job as a worker in a cannery, but my little girl got seriously ill. She is her father's favorite! He sold his job to pay for her medical treatment..."
"The money was spent, and the disease was cured, but his father still hasn't found a job. The family has no money and no tickets. When he heard his daughter talking in her sleep and wanting to eat noodles and white steamed buns, his father, a grown man, felt sorry for the child and cried."
"The day before yesterday, at midnight, he took his bag to the black market, intending to take the risk to exchange for some money, so that he could buy another job in the future, and then buy some white flour to feed his children..."
The woman said this sincerely, hoping that she could really sell it so that she could solve the difficulties at home.