Gu Jiayuan wants to go to Beijing.

Knowing that Yang Zhaozhao was living well here, Gu Jiayuan felt relieved.

In fact, he was unwilling to do so. He ate meat for every meal. Not only was the meat cooked in a special way, but it also made him full.

Gu Jiayuan even liked the hot water bottle stuffed in the quilt.

"If you like it, you can take it with you, and bring one for grandpa as well." The military green travel bag that Yang Zhaozhao brought to Gu Jiayuan was stuffed with a lot of things.

Food for the trip, food for the elderly, and food that Gu Jiayuan likes to eat.

And Fengcheng’s specialty, hazelnuts.

This was the share that Li Yiling and his family got from the farm, only two kilograms in total. After frying it, they asked Gu Jiayuan to take it away.

Yang Zhaozhao was a little loose-nut-smelling, and her work points were deducted, so she only got half a pound.

Plus, I bought three pounds of pine nuts at the black market yesterday, which is enough for them to try.

There were also a dozen black truffles that Yang Zhaozhao was reluctant to eat. He dug them from under a tree on the back mountain and buried them in the soil for preservation. They can still be eaten now.

The taste of black truffle is so fragrant.

"I wonder if you have ever eaten that wild boar meat, why not bring some for me?" Gu Jiayuan hesitated and watched Yang Zhaozhao pack for him. Seeing that the food was almost packed, he couldn't help but speak.

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”

How can I tell him that what he eats is not wild boar meat? Wild boar meat is not that tender and the skin is not that white.

But since he was in a panic, Yang Zhaozhao could only cover up the lie.

She said bluntly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've eaten it all these days. I'll bring some for you next time I go."

Gu Jiayuan felt a little regretful, but seeing that Yang Zhaozhao had prepared an extra bag for his luggage, he contentedly boarded the bus to the provincial capital and took the train to Beijing.

After seeing Gu Jiayuan off, Yang Zhaozhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, finally being able to have some peace and quiet for a while.

Li Yiling also felt relieved, as there were no longer people surrounding Yang Zhaozhao, which hurt his eyes.

After leaving the bus station, Yang Zhaozhao turned on the navigation and went to the nearby black market to see if there was anything she could find. After all, she still owed 8,193 yuan.

The big black stone from yesterday was also returned by Yang Zhaozhao.

Yang Zhaozhao has been spending more and more time in the toilet these two days. Those who don’t know her might think she is constipated, but in fact she is planning to go to the pit toilet.

We arrived at a temporary black market and there were quite a few people there.

Now that the crackdown on speculation has been relaxed, many people are ready to take action and are moving at the first sign of trouble. There are more people than before, including many running small businesses and setting up street vendors.

There was chaos when there were too many people. There were one or two people with dirty hands. Seeing that Yang Zhaozhao was dressed better than others, they quietly squeezed over and tried to put their hands into Yang Zhaozhao's pockets.

Before he could reach in, his arm felt painful, and he cried out in pain from being pinched so hard that he kicked and fell to the ground like a lying turtle: "If you try to steal again, I'll cripple you!"

Frightened by Li Yiling's violent appearance, his face turned ugly. He felt embarrassed and ashamed when being pointed at. He got up and was about to run away. Someone came to his senses and realized that his money was missing. He grabbed the thief and started to pester him, asking him to hand over the money he had stolen.

Yang Zhaozhao realized she was being watched and said to Li Yiling who was following her, "Thank you."

"Be careful when there are so many people around!" Li Yiling warned.

Yang Zhaozhao nodded. She had nothing in her pockets and all her valuables were in the space so that thieves would not succeed.

From beginning to end, Yang Zhaozhao didn't feel any antique atmosphere and was a little disappointed.

She went to another black market but still found nothing. Yang Zhaozhao was so disappointed that she felt completely devastated.

Li Yiling felt useless. He knew what she was worried about, but he couldn't help her at all. He knew nothing about antiques and cultural relics. He could only take exams.

Yang Zhaozhao was in an emo mood at the Mi family's house. When he turned a corner, a bicycle rushed out.

Before Yang Zhaozhao could react, Li Yiling pulled her into his arms. The two bicycles collided with each other, and the handlebars of the other bicycle were broken and the pedals were off.

Xue Da cried out in pain, protecting the things in his arms, and fell heavily.

"How do you ride a bike?" Xue Da took the initiative.

Li Yiling checked his eyes and confirmed that Yang Zhaozhao was not injured. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Xue Da with a fierce look: "Who are you talking about?"

Hearing his voice that sounded like the King of Hell demanding his life, Xue Da finally realized who he had provoked. He immediately said timidly, "I said I was careless while riding my bike and scared you guys. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. What are you holding in your arms?"

Yang Zhaozhao's nose twitched slightly, and the material space in his mind said with a somewhat cheerful tone: [Antique detected, please accept it!]

Xue Da looked at Yang Zhaozhao warily and held the thing in his arms tighter: "No...nothing, I have something else to do, I'll leave first."

Unexpectedly, there is always a ray of hope after a dark period.

Yang Zhaozhao would never allow any antique to slip away from under her nose. She grabbed the nervous Xue Dadao and said, "I know you've been worried about your sister-in-law recently. I can help you."

Li Yiling's face darkened. Why did she speak to him so kindly?

"Will you help me?" Glancing at Li Yiling who wanted to strangle him, Xue Da silently took two steps back, ready to run at any time.

"Yes, I can help you!" Yang Zhaozhao showed what she thought was a friendly smile: "I am a kind person. I don't have any hobbies. I just like old things."

When saying the last three words, Yang Zhaozhao gave Xue Da a look.

Xue Da: “…”

There's sand in her eyes, why is she winking at me?

Looking at Li Yiling, whose face was as black as the bottom of the pot, Xue Da almost fell to his knees. Big sister, please don't mess with me!

Seeing that Xue Da didn't seem to understand, Yang Zhaozhao reminded him again: "You know, old things, I like that."

Xue Da understood. Thinking about how many times Yang Zhaozhao and his friends had dealt with the police, and how he had just seen them drinking tea with the police, Xue Da frowned and asked, "Can you really get my wife out?"

"It's a little difficult to get it out, but I can help with the small amount of compensation your family gave me." He pointed at the things in Xue Da's arms: "I just don't know how much effort it will be worth for me."

To avoid being seen, Xue Da went to Cui Nai's house and carefully took out the things he had wrapped up, saying, "This is an heirloom from our family. It's said to be a stove from the old palace."

Yang Zhaozhao couldn't tell whether it came from the palace, but the smell was good. She just didn't know whether it was worth eight thousand yuan.

He wanted to take a look at it, but Xue Dahu wouldn't let him.

Li Yiling coughed, and Xue Da reluctantly offered it with both hands.

The incense burner was in his hands. Yang Zhaozhao asked the material space to assess its price: [This incense burner was made for the imperial family during the Xianfeng period of the Qing Dynasty. It is a rare item. The estimated value is 6,000 yuan. Is it worth repaying?]

"Don't worry, I haven't received it yet!" Yang Zhaozhao also wanted to pay it back, but unfortunately it was only 6,000 yuan. Yang Zhaozhao still owed 8,200, which was not enough.

However, there are still a few days left, and she doesn't believe that she won't be able to find another antique.

"How much do you plan to sell it for when you take it out?" Xue Da dug out all the old items in a furtive manner, obviously intending to sell them.

Nowadays, everyone is poor, and no one is willing to spend money to buy these old things unless they really like them.

Xue Da was really at a loss, as his family savings had been drained out and he was still short of 120 yuan. Plus, his family had to make a living, so he thought he could just sell it for 150 yuan.

Hearing Yang Zhaozhao's tone of not being short of money, Xue Duo became more cautious and said, "Two hundred, that's already agreed. If you want it, you have to add at least ten or eight yuan."

Two hundred is not expensive, adding ten dollars is still two hundred and one.

Seeing the guilty person who dared not look him in the eye, Yang Zhaozhao did not lie: "One hundred."

"It's just two hundred and one. If you don't want it, I'll find someone else." Xue Da played hard to get.

Yang Zhaozhao wasn't fooled: "One hundred and one."

"Two hundred and twenty!" Xue raised the price, he couldn't afford to suffer a loss.

Yang Zhaozhao wanted to bargain, but Li Yiling, who had been listening, lost his patience and said, "What was the price you said? Tell me now."

Li Yiling clenched his fists, his bones crackling. Xue Da was so frightened that he held his head in his hands. "One hundred and fifty, no less. Any less and I'll have enough to buy another wife!"

Yang Zhaozhao thought that if the wife of the Xue family knew that her husband was thinking of finding a new wife, she would probably be furious.

But what does that have to do with me?

Yang Zhaozhao gave Xue Da one hundred and fifty yuan, and with the incense burner in hand, his debt was instantly reduced by a lot.

Material Space: [Current debt is 2193 yuan. There are still five days until the payment deadline. Please be sure to pay it off within five days. You cannot take antiques.]

If she can't sell antiques, she can't dig toilets. She only earned more than two thousand in five days. Isn't this fatal?

Yang Zhaozhao, his hopes dashed, was dumbfounded. He was so angry that he wished he could perish with it. "Material Space, you have no moral principles. You just want to replace me after I die, right?"

Material Space: [Yes.]

Yang Zhaozhao: “…”