A moment later, Pei Nansheng nodded to Zuo Ling, confirming that the Thangka was genuine.
How would you like to exchange them?
Zuo Ling wasn't interested in antiques and was willing to trade with the old man. Firstly, he had too many supplies; his family couldn't possibly consume them all in several lifetimes, so he figured it was better to give them to someone in need.
Secondly, she believes that preserving antiques is not easy, and she also wants to contribute to human civilization.
The old man boldly said, "2,000 catties of rice and flour, and 1,000 catties of fruits and vegetables."
"How dare you ask!" Zuo Ling sneered, tossing the old man a compressed biscuit.
"Have you ever seen compressed biscuits? This small piece is enough for an adult's meal. Not long ago, someone traded 10 pounds of gold for 20 pounds of compressed biscuits from me."
Ten pounds of gold can only buy twenty pounds of compressed biscuits?!
Oh, oh, oh, my God! ... The old man's lips trembled, his heart ached, and he wondered if what he brought today would be enough to exchange for...?
Zuo Ling continued:
"Before the apocalypse, your Thangka could sell for 10 million. Try selling it again now and see if anyone will give you supplies worth 10 million."
The old man's face turned from black to white, and his heart sank to the ground.
"Not to mention your box full of worthless Tibetan silver handicrafts."
Zuo Ling's words were like knives, each one stabbing into the old man's heart.
"Then, then, then... young lady, how much can you offer?"
"Twenty pounds of compressed biscuits, or one hundred pounds of rice and flour, or even two hundred pounds of sweet potatoes and potatoes, choose one."
No matter how much material resources she has, she won't do charity for nothing.
The price is set high so that people from the yurt area won't keep coming to trade with her. Too many trades will cause trouble.
The old man's vision blurred and he felt dizzy. He realized that it was only worth this little thing that he had exchanged for a Thangka painting passed down through generations and a box of precious stones and Tibetan silver.
This is blatant robbery! This is outright robbery!
He only dared to think it in his heart, not daring to say it aloud.
The old man really wanted to turn around and leave, but... sigh, never mind, it's all just food and drink, no matter how strong a person is, they can't be stronger than an empty stomach!
"Okay, I'll trade! I'll trade for 200 jin of sweet potatoes and potatoes."
He chose the one with the highest weight.
"Young lady, for the sake of being neighbors, could you give me a little less green vegetable? My children haven't had any green vegetables in a long time."
Zuo Ling instructed Xiao Hao, "Go pick vegetables for Grandpa, pick the best ones."
She casually tossed Xiao Hao a delicate vegetable basket. Zuo Ling had bought it from a farmer when she was buying vegetables in Shuzhou. It was shallow, small, and very exquisite.
The old man's eyes darkened. How many vegetables could such a small basket hold?
Xiao Hao was quite generous; he picked some of each of the following: eggplant, pepper, bok choy, tomato, cucumber, and green leafy vegetables, filling his small basket to the brim.
The Tibetans who came with the old man were slow to realize what was happening.
Upon learning that all that was exchanged for only 200 jin of sweet potatoes and potatoes, and a basket of vegetables, he immediately became furious, wishing he could roll up his sleeves and fight Zuo Ling to the death.
The old man stopped them, his face dark, speaking in a language that Zuo Ling's family couldn't understand.
When the Tibetans left, they looked at Zuo Ling as if he were their enemy who had robbed them.
Zuo Ling ignored her and said, "If you don't want to, don't switch with me. I didn't force you to switch with me at gunpoint."
I have things you don't, so I have absolute say. I decide the price!
The Tibetan card storage space contained a box with many odds and ends, including several gold and silver ornaments that looked very old.
One of the gold locks, inlaid with various gemstones, was very beautiful, and Zuo Ling hung it directly around Xiao Hao's neck.
Is it pretty?
Xiao Hao frowned and said, "Sister, this is for little kids. I'm 10 years old now, I'm not a little kid anymore."
Zuo Ling patted him: "You're just a kid. Keep it with you, don't take it off."
"Brother, look at sister, this is for little kids, I'm not a little kid."
Xiao Hao complained to his brother.
Pei Nansheng glanced at it and smiled, "It looks good, take it with you."
His older siblings all treated him like a little kid, and Xiao Hao wore it awkwardly, pouting, clearly unhappy.
Zuo Ling found it funny; she was just a little kid, not even fully grown yet, and always trying to act like an adult.
There were still many things in the box. Pei Nansheng picked out a gem-encrusted dagger for himself, while Zuo Ling took a silver bracelet inlaid with red coral.
After playing with the rest for a while, I casually tossed them into my spatial storage.
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