"That's something passed down from our ancestors. Can you just donate it?"

"Why don't you donate the things left by your ancestors?"

"If your ancestors were poor and left nothing behind, they could just donate your house. Everything is the same if it's all left behind by our ancestors."

"In the past, it might have been the dowry of an ancestor of an unknown generation in the family. It was private property. If they wanted to donate it, they could donate it. If they didn't want to donate it, they didn't have to. Your tone just now was as if it was a big sin for them not to donate it. I don't know who has the right to give this order."

"It's just like the old days of raiding a house!"

Bang, bang, bang, several big hats were put on Sun Wenhua's head first.

Everything he says is wrong!

It would be wrong to say anything more!

Sun Wenhua fully realized Fang Zongtang's power, and dared not say a word about the donation afterwards.

If he said more, the people in the yard would beat him up first without Fang Zongtang having to do anything!

He didn't ask others to donate their treasures, but to ask them to take out the dowry of an unknown grandmother in their family.

The nature is different!

The former is selfless dedication, while the latter is robbery.

In the Great North, you will get beaten!

Fang Zongtang had received a lot of good things yesterday, and he reaped a lot today as well.

Most of the people around here are farmers. Even those who do business in the town have been working in the fields for two generations.

Even if you have good things at home, just use them as ordinary things!

So many things have gaps, cracks, and are incomplete.

She always gives reasonable prices.

Whether it is the Qing Dynasty Qianlong blue and white porcelain of pickled vegetables, or the white porcelain celadon of pickled salted eggs, all are treated equally.

"Lao Wang, you didn't clean this stinky jar for pickled salted eggs at home. You scrubbed it twice with detergent, and it still smells~"

"Oh my god, it's so stinking~"

A bunch of people were pinching their noses in disgust.

Fang Zongtang was no exception. She had a very sensitive nose. This smell~

It is indeed an old jar that has been used to pickle salted eggs for five or six lifetimes. The jar is pickled with flavor.

The owner of the jar looked at the people around him with disgust.

"You know nothing! This is something that the old Emperor Kang used. Maybe the old emperor even ate the salted eggs pickled in this jar. You want to eat it, but you can't." After the owner of the jar said this, he immediately raised his head and snorted complacently.

You dislike my jars, so why should I dislike your things?

What's wrong with pickled salted eggs? What's wrong with them being smelly?

My stinky jars are more valuable than your clean jars.

The pickled salted eggs are smelly but taste delicious!

You little bastards who don't know anything.

They are all Liu's relatives and friends. After arguing, they are friends again~

The rotten egg jar beats all the other treasures and is priced at eight thousand.

The people who had just surrounded him and said it smelled bad no longer found it smelly and surrounded him, pushing Sun Wenhua aside.

I've been displeased with this old guy for a long time. I want to push him aside and make him fall to the ground!

"My house also has blue and white porcelain, and it's bigger than yours, just give me two hundred~"

"My house is said to be made of old pottery. I give it a hundred. I think it is better than your blue and white one. Why is it only a hundred?"

The rotten egg jar smells good!

They all gathered around, wanting to touch it and take a look!

The owner of the rotten egg jar pulled it.

"Someone offered 10,000 yuan a few days ago, but I didn't sell it. Those two guys didn't look honest at first glance. They had pointed faces and monkey cheeks, and they didn't look like good people."