As soon as Old Yang saw Du Ruo, he slapped his thigh and said, "I didn't sleep well last night. My baby is waiting for you to save her life."
Du Ruo couldn't help but laugh. She knew these antique collectors. They regarded these as their lives. It was not an exaggeration to say that they were saving lives.
Du Ruo followed Old Yang to the west wing. Old Madam Yang brought in a plate of fruit and said to Du Ruo with a smile, "My daughter, you are finally here. He has been waiting for you since dawn this morning. Fortunately, he met you. Otherwise, who knows how he would fight with my grandson.
You said his thing just had a stump, so why not use it anyway? Why are you so desperate and ready to risk your life against my grandson?
When Old Yang heard her say that, he got anxious and said angrily, "Is that just a matter of losing a stump? Would you be happy if I broke your arms and legs? Even if I lost a finger, you wouldn't be happy?"
Old Lady Yang was also unhappy. She said, "Just go with your useless thing. I'll cook dinner tonight, but you don't have to eat! Let your baby cook for you and even let it wash your clothes! I don't believe that thing of yours has become a spirit."
Old man Yang stared in anger. He really couldn't say he wouldn't eat, nor could he say he wouldn't let his wife do the laundry. He muttered, "I won't argue with you."
Old Madam Yang said to Du Ruo with a smile: "My daughter, you go ahead and do your work. You can have lunch here at noon."
Du Ruo declined, "That won't do. My son is waiting for me to come back."
Old Mrs. Yang said in surprise, "You already have a son? He doesn't look like one. How old is the child?"
Du Ruo smiled and said, "He's four years old now, so well behaved."
Old Mrs. Yang smiled and said, "Bring your child here someday and let him play with my grandson. They are about the same age."
Du Ruo agreed.
Old Yang carefully took out his pen washer and placed it in front of Du Ruo.
Du Ruo stopped smiling and picked up the pen washer with a serious face. She moved very carefully, observing the broken edge carefully.
Seeing this, Old Lady Yang retreated cautiously, while Old Man Yang stared at his treasure without blinking.
It took Du Ruo a whole morning to grow such a small flower bud, and the result was very gratifying.
Old man Yang held his brush washer in his arms and couldn't let it go. The flower bud and the brush washer were integrated into one, and there was no sign of anything unusual. Old man Yang was so happy that he almost jumped up.
Ever since the brush broke, Old Man Yang wished it was his own fingers that were broken, and he was so anxious that he was furious.
连平日里最疼爱的孙子，都恨不得拽过来揍一顿，弄得孩子这两天儿，都不敢照他的面儿。
Now that this treasure is finally perfect again, Old Man Yang is overjoyed. He feels that the sky is bluer, the wind is lighter, and his life is smoother again.
Old Man Yang was so happy that he insisted on inviting Du Ruo to dinner, but Du Ruo politely declined.
Du Ruo came out of Yang's house in a relaxed mood. The customer was satisfied and she was in a good mood. She decided to go to the farmer's market, buy some big bones and make some soup to supplement Han Zhe's calcium.
Walking all the way to the farmers' market, Du Ruo admired the unique scenery of the late 1980s.
She yearns for fashion in her simplicity, and her enthusiastic face is full of hope for the future.
There are many small vendors on the street, some selling tapes, curtain fabrics, and children's clothes and toys.
Du Ruo walked forward and took a look. The quality was not very good. She picked up two children's vests and planned to buy them back for Han Zhe to wear at home.
The seller was a woman in her thirties. When she saw Du Ruo looking at children's clothes, she knew that she had children.
She said enthusiastically, "Comrade, take this one. It's the latest style this year. We got it from the Guangcheng Wholesale Market. It's the most fashionable right now."
Du Ruo asked: "How much?"
The female comrade glanced at Du Ruo discreetly. Seeing that she was dressed neatly and neatly, and that her clothes, though not the most fashionable, were still about 80% new, she said, "Five yuan a piece."
Du Ruo smiled and said, "An adult vest is only five yuan. Should it cost five yuan for a child this young?"
When the female comrade heard her say this, she knew that her trick had failed. This was an expert, so she smiled and said, "Comrade, this is the latest model from Guangcheng. If you are sincere, it's only three yuan each."
Du Ruo hasn't bargained with anyone for many years. After thinking about it, he realized the standard of bargaining now.
She said, "Two for three dollars. If you sell them, I'll take them."
The woman frowned and said, "Your price doesn't cover my costs. Can you give me a little more? Otherwise, you can go to another store and have a look."
Du Ruo turned around to leave. She thought that she had tested the price enough. If she met another seller, she would add fifty cents.
Unexpectedly, as soon as she turned around, she heard the female colleague call her: "Okay, just think of it as me bringing you two pieces. Three dollars for two pieces, take them."
Du Ruo turned around, paid the money, and continued walking forward carrying the two vests.
Suddenly I noticed a big iron gate across the street. It was covered with rust and had the words "Antiques and Flea Market" written on it.
She really didn't have a deep impression of this market, but Du Ruo was very interested. She was a jade carver and dealt with antiques a lot, so she had some knowledge of this area.
She looked around, trotted across the street, and wanted to take a look at the market.
Du Ruo walked into the market gate and found that the market was a large open space with small stalls on the ground selling all kinds of second-hand goods.
There are Chairman Mao badges, porcelain vases from home, even feather dusters, bottles and jars, and so many other things, and there are quite a lot of them.
But as she looked along, she didn't see many valuable things, and of course, not many fakes either.
During this period, antiques were just becoming popular, and although there were fakes, they might not have been everywhere.
Du Ruo wanted to test her horizontal line, but found that it didn't work well. She observed it carefully and found that this thing only responded to living creatures.
She was a little disappointed. This was too useless. What good would it do even if she found the hidden boss? She couldn't buy it back home.
As for currying favor with others, she really doesn't need to do that. She is a craftsman and has no worries about making money, so there is no need for her to go to such trouble.
Du Ruo felt bored and wanted to go home.
Suddenly, she stopped in her tracks. There was a middle-aged man in front of her, wearing a baggy suit, the typical attire of a nouveau riche in that era.
The horizontal line on his head fluctuated, sometimes the red color was stronger, and sometimes it receded.
Du Ruo had never seen such a situation before. She was quite interested in this person and walked a few steps closer without making any expression.
Only then did I see that the man was actually holding a stone in his hand and the stall owner opposite was an old man.
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