"Even if you are a member of the People's Liberation Army, you can't bully children, right?" Tofu Xishi said sadly.

"Are you blind? I was playing games with your son. As a mother, you don't have time to play with him. I took the time out of my heart to play with him. Not only do you not appreciate me, but you also blame me. Are you still a human being?"

Ruan Qiqi talked to her slowly, but her hands were not idle either, as she continued to stuff firecrackers into the boy's pockets.

After the boy had finished lighting up his firecrackers, he opened the ones that Lu Ye had bought. The obedient man in her family bought the ones with 10,000 firecrackers, but they couldn't scare the bastard to death.

"Mom, save me... It hurts... Uncle Zhu, save me..."

The boy cried miserably, his face was covered with snot and tears, but his feet couldn't stop moving, jumping up and down as if his feet were burned.

"Is it fun?"

Ruan Qiqi asked with a smile, and took out a pack of cigarettes from Lu Ye's pocket, lit a cigarette and set off firecrackers, which was more convenient.

"Uncle Zhu will chop you to death, you bastard!"

The boy had a fierce look in his eyes and was swearing, and it was obvious that he did not realize his mistake.

"What is the relationship between your mother and this Uncle Zhu? Do they sleep together at night?"

Ruan Qiqi twisted the fuse of three firecrackers into a strand, lit them, and stuffed them into the boy's pocket. The explosion was louder than thunder, and the boy was so scared that he became stupid, with a dazed expression, and forgot to cry.

"Man cub!"

Tofu Xishi shouted anxiously, worried that her son would say something inappropriate.

"Are you guilty of something? Do you really sleep with this butcher at night? No wonder he is so protective of your son."

Ruan Qiqi slowly and methodically exposed the affair between the two.

Originally, she didn't bother to care about things like extramarital affairs, but who could blame this woman for not educating her son well? And this Old Zhu, a small butcher, dared to bully others by taking advantage of his power. She was in a good mood today, so she took the blame.

"What the hell are you talking about? Don't think I dare not touch you!"

Old Zhu, enraged and humiliated, raised his knife, but Lu Ye quickly knocked the knife away from him and also broke his arm, causing him to scream in pain.

"Just watch carefully, don't yell, don't swear, and don't call me bastard!"

Lu Ye laid down the rules fiercely, saying that this little bastard had no right to be called Manzai.

Tofu Xishi didn't dare to breathe and could only watch her son being bullied by Ruan Qiqi and burst into tears.

"Tell me, do your mother and your uncle Zhu sleep at night?"

Ruan Qiqi had no intention of letting the child go. Some children are born bad and need to be taught a lesson that will never fade away, otherwise they will surely become a scourge to society when they grow up.

"Sleepy...sleepy...wuwu...I don't dare anymore, I was wrong..."

The boy finally realized that no one could save him, not even the mighty Uncle Zhu. He obediently admitted his mistake and the affair between his mother and Uncle Zhu.

The color on Tofu Xishi's face disappeared in an instant. She was so angry that she was not even afraid of the sound of firecrackers. She walked over and slapped her son, cursing, "What nonsense are you talking about? If you talk nonsense again, I will beat you to death!"

"You and Uncle Zhu always sleep together at night. I saw you were sleepy last night, wuwu..."

The boy felt so wronged. He didn't lie this time, so why did his mother still beat him?

Tofu Xishi’s eyes went dark and she fainted on the ground.

Lao Zhu subconsciously tried to support her, but his arm had not been reconnected yet and he could not exert any strength at all. Lu Ye kindly reconnected it for him, but just as Lao Zhu helped Tofu Xishi up, a burly woman rushed over. It was Lao Zhu's cousin.

She worked at a seafood store in the vegetable market. She rushed over after hearing the news and saw her husband being affectionate with his close sister. She was immediately furious and rushed over to scratch Lao Zhu with her claws and then kicked Tofu Xishi in the stomach. Her fighting power was quite amazing.

Ruan Qiqi was very satisfied with the result. She stuffed the remaining firecrackers into her bag and went back to give them to the children in the family building to play with.

The two of them left quietly. Old Zhu and Tofu Xishi would definitely be sent to a farm for reform. The naughty kid, without anyone to support him, would definitely be bullied and would have a bleak childhood.

Ruan Qiqi didn't think it was excessive. If it were an ordinary pregnant woman today, she might have been scared to the point of having a miscarriage. She was just giving her a slight punishment.

The items in the antique shop were arranged in categories and in an orderly manner. There were many customers selecting goods, and there were even two foreigners who were selecting porcelain. There were staff members serving them specifically.

"This bottle is from Ge Kiln, one of the five major kilns in China. It is very precious. Twenty yuan!"

The staff introduced the porcelain vase that the foreigners liked and the translator conveyed the message to them.

Ruan Qiqi walked over curiously. The porcelain vase was gray-green in color, with tiny cracks on the surface. It looked high-end and classy.

The two foreigners readily expressed their willingness to buy. They were invited by China to come here for work exchanges. They would be returning to their country in a few days and wanted to buy some famous Chinese porcelain to take back with them.

Ruan Qiqi frowned slightly. She knew that in the 1970s and 1980s, many cultural relics were lost to foreign countries and were sold by state-run cultural relics shops. Although they were not national treasures, it was a pity.

But she could understand that when you are poor, filling your stomach is the most important thing. Everything that can be exchanged for money is sold, and the country is helpless.

It would be great if we could forge a batch of high-quality imitations of cultural relics, mix the real and fake ones together and sell them exclusively to foreigners. This would both generate income and reduce the loss of cultural relics, killing two birds with one stone.

It is a pity that these experts in old-fashioned creation are either suppressed or dare not come forward, so it will be difficult to find such talents for the time being.

The two foreigners bought a lot of porcelain and left happily.

Ruan Qiqi sighed lightly and picked out a few pieces of rosewood and huanghuali furniture, as well as some porcelain. She bought a lot of things, and the antique shop said they could deliver them to her door.

"No, we'll take it ourselves."

Ruan Qiqi refused and waited for Lu Ye to carry the things to a deserted place and then put them into the space.

She planned to ask Pei Yuan to see if there were any talents who could make old products in 759, and then give some advice to her superiors, telling them not to be so honest in doing business. How could they sell genuine products? Anyway, foreigners couldn't tell the real from the fake, so what was wrong with selling some fakes?

Just consider it as revenge for the Eight-Nation Alliance!

The two had lunch outside and then slowly returned to the compound. The guard said that a young man came to see her and left a package and a note.

Ruan Qiqi opened the package, revealing sweet potato slices, millet cakes, glutinous rice cakes, dried bamboo shoots and bracken, all kept clean. The words on the note were neatly written with strong strokes, obviously from practiced writing.

The person who came was Bai Fengshou. He just said that he was in the city for some business and would bring her some local specialties. He was very concise and to the point.

Ruan Qiqi almost forgot about this cheap cousin. She had a very good impression of Bai Fengshou. He was a talented person, but unfortunately he was born at the wrong time.

Of course she couldn't accept so many things for nothing, so she asked Shushu about Bai Fengshou's whereabouts. He was living in a guesthouse not far from the military area, and he brought an old lady with him, who should be his grandmother Xie Taozhi.

And to her surprise, the grandparents and grandchildren were standing at the door of the cultural relics shop. The white-haired Xie Taozhi had red eyes and looked very excited.

[PS: There were also foreigners coming to China in the 1960s and 1970s, but they were usually invited by China and the number of visitors was relatively small. After Nixon’s visit to China in 1972, more foreigners came.]

[Finally finished writing, I'm going to have a rest. I feel a little better after taking medicine. Thank you for your concern, my dears. I will definitely be full of energy when I wake up tomorrow. Good night]