At that time, she concluded that Old Tang's teaching was not good enough. At that time, parents' orders were followed. Old Tang's mistakes accounted for a large part, while Old Tang's daughter blindly believed what she heard and did not investigate on her own, so her mistakes accounted for a small part. This made Great Grandfather very angry. He whipped her several times on the pretext that she used the wrong method when teaching her to mend porcelain.

I don't know if the story is true or not, but the things are real. Her great grandfather was a disciple of Rong Xiang Hao in Lao Hai City. Rong Xiang Hao is an old pawnshop with hundreds of years of history. Later, it developed into an old department store. Her great grandfather was responsible for the identification, restoration and custody of old items. The old store was in Beijing, but later due to the chaos, it moved to Hai City. Her great grandfather started as a clerk and gradually became the shopkeeper. He learned a lot of skills, but unfortunately his sons and grandsons had no talent. But she, a girl, got the true inheritance.

Her great-grandfather had said more than once that she was born to do this job. At that time, she was too young and was at the age when she started to rebel, so she did not agree with this statement.

According to my great-grandfather, this thing came out of the Qing Palace and was a treasure of the Empress Dowager Cixi in her early years. Later, the Empress Dowager Cixi changed her preference for jadeite and jade, and given the chaos at the time, the eunuchs exchanged the fake painting for the real one.

Later it was transferred to Rong Xiang. Because my great-grandfather had made great contributions in protecting treasures when he was young, the boss gave him this painting along with some other things as a reward.

Another painting was a picture of the brothers dividing the family property, which was drawn by her great-grandfather. In his last words, he said that if he had the chance to go back and the Rong Xiang was still there, he would give the painting to the head of the Rong Xiang. The great-grandfather did not say much about the rest.

She felt there must be a story behind it.

The painting of eight horses was her great grandfather's favorite. After her great grandfather passed away, she had planned to bury him with him, but she was worried about public security and was afraid that someone would dig it up right after she buried it. It didn't matter if the thing was lost, but she was afraid of disturbing her great grandfather's peace, so she didn't bury it.

There should be a few more jars buried underground, which could not be taken away today. She also wanted to keep a backup plan and did not intend to touch those things.

Take the treasure box outside the door first.

I told my son-in-law carefully: "Don't bump into anything."

Song Yi nodded. He often carried this thing ten years ago. He quickly used both hands to lift it onto the Cadillac.

Fang Zongtao took a look at the embarrassing look of the man in a suit unable to carry things freely and laughed unhappily.

His clumsy appearance hadn't changed much.

She went back, put the small box into her bag, picked up the two paintings, looked around the room again, and then left.

Song Yi was already standing at the door.

After she went out, she began to give orders: "Paint the walls, remove anything that doesn't belong there, and don't move anything that does belong there. Don't touch the ground, the walls, the beams, the roof, and remove the clothesline tied in the yard."

Song Yi reached out to take the thing from Fang Zongtang's hand, and she handed it over.

It was like this before, and she didn't think there was anything wrong.

Song Yi: "I put away all the things in the yard to prevent them from getting bumped. I will put the things back after the house is painted and dried."

Fang Zongtang stopped and looked at Song Yi, then said bluntly, "I thought you were going to be sold out?"

Song Yi lowered his gaze and said calmly, "It won't sell for more than two dollars."

Fang Zongtang thought about it and agreed.

Those things were good before they were broken, but when she found them, they were worthless junk. The most valuable thing was the old rosewood, but it was too old and the signs of use were too obvious.

Those who are really rich don’t want to buy it, and those who are poor can’t afford it.

"Not bad, I finally did something smart for you. Let's go, isn't it the villa halfway up the mountain? I'm hungry!"