Chapter 92 Meat Buns for Antiques



Song Jingzhou picked four or five lotus pods the size of ceramic bowls and was climbing up them.

From afar, a man dressed as a farmer was seen rushing towards them carrying a carrying pole.

"We're doomed, we're doomed, run!"

Su Qingci threw two cents on the ground, grabbed Song Jingzhou, and ran away.

"Halt! Which production team do you think you are, daring to steal lotus seeds from our team?"

"Stop right there!"

"I'm not standing here~ Hahaha~"

………

The alleyway at the entrance to the ancient street.

The two people, a man and a woman, who were being chased and were covered in sweat, huddled under the eaves and simultaneously poked their heads out to look around.

Seeing that the man had been lost, they breathed a sigh of relief in unison.

The two looked at each other, one looking down and the other looking up, and burst into laughter.

Su Qingci was not a lady to begin with, and she sat down on the ground, panting as she peeled lotus seeds.

"Then the older brother must be over 25, no way."

"They still couldn't catch up, hahaha."

Song Jingzhou twitched his lips; he felt a little anxious.

"Keep showing off. If they catch up with you, you'll definitely be taken to the police station."

"Then we'll have to ask the brigade leader to come to the county to redeem him, and we'll lose all face."

"Bullshit, I've already paid. I left two cents on the embankment between our ponds."

"He'll see it when he gets back."

"You've already forced me to buy this for two cents. Besides, private transactions aren't allowed now."

"I know, otherwise why would I run away?"

Su Qingci calmly peeled open a lotus seed and put it in her mouth.

Freshly picked lotus seeds have a fragrant, sweet, and delicious taste, but they become a bit astringent if left overnight.

It might have been stolen; it smelled especially good.

Seeing that Su Qingci liked them, Song Jingzhou only tasted two, and carefully peeled the rest for her.

After peeling a flower, he grabbed Su Qingci's wrist and looked at it, saying, "It's already so late."

"Okay, you eat here first, I'll ride my bike and see if I can get a chicken."

"Whether I can get it or not, I'll come find you in half an hour."

"If I can get my hands on it, I'll treat you tonight to try what the Imperial King Chicken is all about."

Su Qingci's eyes lit up, and she quickly nodded.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we're starving after shopping all afternoon."

Song Jingzhou gave a few instructions, telling him not to wander off, before hurriedly riding away on his bicycle.

After finishing the two lotus pods, Su Qingci looked around the house in front of her.

These are houses on the inner wall of the old street, and they look quite old.

The clothes drying in front of the doors indicate that these houses are inhabited.

The painted decorations on the roof beams are still visible, showing that the owner of the house a hundred years ago was a person of great taste.

Su Qingci's gaze slowly moved from the intricate carvings on the roof, the faded paint, and the antique windows to the water vat at the doorway.

Then he froze.

She had seen this kind of jar in a TV program called "Treasure Appraisal" in her previous life.

In ancient times, many people liked to place a vat at their door, with lotus flowers planted on it and a few fish kept in it.

Besides being highly scenic, it was also called "Menhai" back then.

The symbolism is that the sea is right in front of the door, bringing in a continuous flow of wealth.

The jar in front of me has a blue-and-white exterior, a white porcelain base, and is also underglaze red.

The carvings on it depict lifelike auspicious clouds and dragon bodies, with intricate artistry.

The rim is decorated with bat and meander patterns, making it clearly an old piece.

It was left abandoned at the doorway, with a few broken planks on top, used to pile up miscellaneous items.

Su Qingci stepped forward and gently stroked the exquisite patterns on the surface.

This is even more beautiful than the one I saw on the antique appraisal show.

The words "Made in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty" are printed in regular script below the rim.

Squeak~

A woman pushed open the door, leaned against the door frame, and looked at Su Qingci curiously, asking her a question.

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Su Qingci withdrew her hand as if she had been electrocuted.

She stood up and gave an awkward laugh. "The color of this jar is really beautiful. It would be so pretty to use it to grow flowers and fish."

The woman followed Su Qingci's finger and looked at the large vat filled with miscellaneous items, and said sarcastically.

"What time is it? People can barely feed themselves, how can they have the mind to grow flowers and raise fish?"

Su Qingci saw two three- or four-year-old children at the other person's feet, staring longingly at the lotus seedpod in her hand.

He quickly stepped forward and gave each of them one lotus seedpod.

"Oh dear, my dear, I'm so sorry."

"How could I possibly take your things?"

"It's alright, Auntie, give it to the child."

“I just ate. Look over there,” Su Qingci said, pointing to the lotus shells on the ground in the corner.

The woman was probably the grandmother of two children, and she wanted to take the lotus pod back to Su Qingci.

Seeing her grandson clutching the lotus seedpod like a precious treasure, she looked embarrassed.

He rubbed his hands nervously. "Miss, if you like that jar, you can take it."

"Anyway, there's no point in leaving it at the doorstep."

"It's too small to hold water, and it doesn't have a lid for pickling vegetables, so it takes up too much space indoors."

Su Qingci's eyes lit up. Was there really such a good thing?

"I want it, I want it! I love it!"

"It's beautiful. I can raise fish in my yard."

Reaching into her handbag, Su Qingci used it as cover to pull out a bag of meat buns packed from a state-run restaurant.

The previous 20 meat buns were divided into two oil bags.

One bag contains 10.

"I won't take yours for nothing; I'll exchange it for you with this."

The meat buns were still slightly warm, and the aroma couldn't be contained by the oil paper wrapping.

Su Qingci tore off a corner to let the other person take a look.

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