Chapter 25 I must be crazy to be fascinated by him
Zhang Weixing was leaning against an elm tree, wearing a suit that didn't fit him well and leather shoes. He looked at the sky at a 45-degree angle, looking as handsome as he thought he was.
Jiang Wanwan: “…”
She said she almost vomited after taking a look at it. Does anyone believe it?
Jiang Lian thought Jiang Wanwan's strange expression meant that she was fascinated by Zhang Weixing. She was secretly delighted: "Weixing, we are here."
Zhang Weixing heard their voices and opened his eyes at the right time.
"Comrade Jiang, you are here."
As he said this, he picked up a strand of hair that was covered with hairspray and tossed it up.
Zhang Weixing: She must be fascinated by me.
Jiang Lian: She must be obsessed with Zhang Weixing.
Jiang Wanwan: I must be crazy to be fascinated by him.
Without waiting for them to do anything, Jiang Wanwan took the lead and asked with a smile: "Sister, is this my new brother-in-law?"
Jiang Lian frowned and twitched her lips: "Don't talk nonsense. Shi Guan and I are engaged. How could I have an affair with another man?"
Idiots can't talk!
If this kind of gossip gets out, what will the Cheng family think of her?
Jiang Wanwan smiled apologetically: "Sister, don't be angry. I thought you even took over my fiancé, and I thought you would also like to have an affair and seek this kind of excitement." She squinted her eyes to indicate that I understand.
Jiang Lian, I just want to ask you if you are angry!
I'm so angry, do you dare to hit me?
Jiang Wanwan secretly pinched her palms to prevent herself from laughing.
Jiang Lian wanted to make Jiang Wanwan fall flat on her face somewhere else, and she would definitely not hit her here. Even if she could, she would not dare to do it rashly. In her mind, Jiang Wanwan was half crazy, and no one knew what she would do the next second.
Even if Jiang Wanwan took out a knife from her pants, Jiang Lian would not find it strange.
"Wan Wan, don't talk nonsense. I didn't steal your person. It's... Shi Guan likes me, and I really can't refuse him, so I accepted him."
Jiang Wanwan understood again: "You were forced, in fact, you don't like him."
Jiang Lian’s gums were almost broken by biting them.
The conversation was like a knife. Every word Jiang Wanwan said was like a stab in the back of Jiang Lian's body, forcing her to shut up. Originally, he had planned to set up a match between Jiang Wanwan and Zhang Weixing, but now he dared not say a word.
Zhang Weixing followed them, his eyes fell on Jiang Wanwan, looking her over.
They were going to the Honghe Production Team. The head of the household was Li Baoliang, and the shippers were Li Baoliang's son Li Mazi and daughter-in-law Liu Sufen.
When he was young, Jiang Beiwang once took his two children to look at goods outside. In Jiang Wanwan's impression, no matter whether it was an heirloom or something acquired halfway, it would basically not be so satisfying.
Relatives were fighting over a treasure and the situation became extremely chaotic.
She was not sure about the situation of the Li family, nor was she sure about Jiang Lian's thoughts.
There are two possible ways that Jiang Lian could have cheated her. One is that she made a mistake, or the item was a fake that really couldn't be opened, and she was tricked into buying it. The other is that she and Zhang Weixing colluded with the Li family to lay a landmine.
Laying mines is also a term in antique jargon, usually referring to vendors and seemingly honest farmers colluding to sell fake goods.
The second possibility is very small. Jiang Lian and Zhang Weixing are not locals, and the locals are timid and it is impossible for them to join hands with them to plant mines.
This stuff is half true and half false.
She still needs to be more careful. She can't put the blame on Jiang Lian, but she is afraid that it is the real thing, and she will have to argue with the Li family.
She may be able to control Jiang Lian, but she may not be able to control this family.
The troublesome thing about collecting antiques from door to door is that my father often said that this job not only reveals the evil in people's hearts, but also shows how smart people are for the sake of profit.
Jiang Wanwan won't be afraid if she is more careful.
The Honghe Production Team is not far away. It is a production team exclusively for the Han people. The production team is not very large, with crisscrossing ridges and neatly arranged houses. It looks very neat at first glance.
Old Li's family lived next to the production team. The yard was not big and they raised two chickens. A thin girl was sitting by the well washing clothes. The girl was about seventeen or eighteen years old. She soaked her hands in the cold well water and rubbed them. Her fingers were covered with frostbite before the beginning of winter.
Maybe it has something to do with her own experience, Jiang Wanwan is more likely to be soft-hearted when she sees such pitiful people.
Jiang Lian turned her eyes away in disdain. How disgusting! Those hands were not even as good as her feet.
Li Mazi and Liu Sufen went out to greet them. The couple had a good meal and looked like a couple. They were both slightly plump, had green eyes and a mouthful of uneven yellow teeth.
Liu Sufen warmly invited them into the house: "Big sister, you are here, come in quickly."
Jiang Wanwan smiled faintly, keeping a very distant feeling.
This made Li Mazi and Liu Sufen's heart instantly tense, and they secretly glanced at Jiang Lian.
Jiang Lian gave them a reassuring look.
The Li family's house was well built, spacious and bright. The kang was covered with a straw mat. Sitting on the kang was a fat six-year-old boy. He was really fat, weighing probably more than 80 kilograms.
The fat boy looked at the jar on the kang and poked it with his chubby fingers.
Liu Sufen entered the room and carried him away: "You can't touch this, ancestor."
She sent the fat boy out, and came back to look at Jiang Wanwan expectantly: "Comrade, what do you think of this jar? Can I buy it?"
Jiang Wanwan put her index finger to her lips, and Liu Sufen didn't dare to speak.
The jar on the kang had been wiped, and there were dust and water marks on the jar that had not been wiped clean. Jiang Wanwan suppressed the urge to take out the handkerchief in her pocket to wipe off these marks.
This jar is not very big, and judging from its shape, it is a Ge glaze rolled jar.
The scrollwork cylinder is a large piece of furniture in the study. The one in front of you has no patterns and is a one-piece light smoke color.
Jiang Wanwan leaned in to take a closer look.
Jiang Lian saw how seriously she was looking at it and smiled disdainfully in her heart. She had seen this jar before and it was nothing special and it didn't have any characteristics of other dynasties. It was just an ugly fake.
I don’t know if I can trick Jiang Wanwan into paying for it.
The diameter of the jar is 32 and the height is 20 cm. If you look closely, the lines are a bit jagged, but the glaze is very good and the flaws outweigh the merits. Jiang Wanwan had some ideas in her mind. This was a scroll jar from the late Qing Dynasty. It had value, but the value did not lie in the jar itself. Not to mention a novice like Jiang Lian, even an old hand could easily make a mistake.
When she was a child, an aunt who was very particular about her speech bought her a candied haws. She was her father's partner, and she called that person Aunt Zhushu.
Aunt Zhushu once said that her ancestors had a favorite jar that was light smoke-colored. If someone could find the jar and sell it to her, she would be willing to pay at least three hundred yuan for it.
Judging from the color, shape and age, Jiang Wanwan was sure that this jar was the one found by Aunt Zhushu.
Jiang Lian saw her frowning and relaxing, which made her nervous: "Wanwan, what do you think?"
Jiang Wanwan shook her head: "I don't think it's that good."
"The jar is nothing special, and its size is just average. The spittoon is too big, and the mouth of the chamber pot is too big. I can only put three or five pickled cabbages, and not many pickled mustard greens. I can't find a lid that fits it."
Jiang Wanwan found the jar very picky and found nothing good about it.
Li Mazi and Liu Sufen sighed with sad faces beside them. Liu Sufen pulled Li Mazi's ear and scolded him: "I said your damn wife's family was poor peasants for eight generations, how could she leave such a cheap thing to that ancestral jar? Didn't you hear people say that it's too big to be used as a urine bucket?"
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