Both sides had guns, and Xiao Hao's gun was clearly better than the Tibetans' guns.
Seeing that Xiao Hao was unyielding and Zuo Ling remained indifferent, knowing there was no point in negotiating, the Tibetans wisely retreated while muttering and whimpering.
Pei Nansheng ran out of the house, reeking of a foul stench. He had been at the crucial moment of absorbing the energy crystal and hadn't been able to get out in time.
Zuo Ling covered her nose in disgust and fanned herself with her hand: "It stinks, I'm going to take a shower."
The Tibetans had gone far away, and since his younger siblings hadn't suffered any loss, Pei Nansheng felt embarrassed and ran back to take a bath.
The three siblings were all busy with their own things, and none of them took this little incident seriously.
A few days later, the elderly Tibetan man who could speak Mandarin came alone.
Zuo Ling was busy in the field, Xiao Hao was hitting a sandbag in the yard, and Xue Ye looked fierce, growling at the old man and assuming an attack stance.
The old man suppressed his fear of the vicious dog and walked away while calling out, "Young lady, young lady, I'm sorry to bother you, I'm sorry to bother you, I meant no harm, I meant no harm."
Zuo Ling chuckled inwardly, thinking, "We're a family with guns. Even if you have malicious intentions, you'd better dare to do it!"
The old man's face was covered in wrinkles, and his voice carried a barely perceptible hint of ingratiation:
“Young lady, you’ve been here for a while now. We live on the same hill, so we’re practically neighbors. You should have come to visit sooner.”
Haha, really... no need!
The old man spoke politely, but his peripheral vision was fixed on the lush greenery of the hillside.
Bok choy, tomatoes, cucumbers, peppers, eggplants, scallions...
That round one is a watermelon? The red one is... a strawberry!
My goodness! There's also barley, the ears are full and plump, it looks like it'll be ready for harvest soon!
They had also tried growing vegetables and barley on the mountain, but due to the abnormal climate, the vegetables and barley did not grow well. It was good if a few green leaves could grow, let alone fruit.
Not only was there no barley harvest, but a lot of seeds were also wasted.
When I first met Zuo Ling, she said she had gotten separated from her brothers.
The younger brother... was staring at him with a tense little face; the older brother was nowhere to be seen, he must be inside the house.
He secretly regretted that if he had known a capable person had come, he would have done everything he could to curry favor with him.
"What's wrong? Tell me, I'm busy right now."
Zuo Ling was too lazy to waste words with the old man; after all, she had the right to be arrogant.
The old man's hunched body sank two more inches.
"Ah, I, I, I..."
They came here to ask for something. If they met someone soft-hearted and easy to talk to, it would be fine. But if they met someone like Zuo Ling with a cold face, they really couldn't bring themselves to say anything.
Zuo Ling's face darkened: "Xiao Hao, see the guest out."
Xiao Hao cocked his gun, pointed it at the old man, and shouted, "Get out of here!"
Xiao Hao is almost ten years old. He is taller and stronger than other children. He has trained for many years and has blood on his hands. He exudes a powerful aura and speaks those three words with a murderous intent.
"No, no, no, oh, young lady." The old man's legs went weak and he knelt down.
Zuo Ling curled her lip. Trying to get something out of me by playing the victim? Humph, don't even dream about it!
"Exchange, exchange, we want to exchange some grain and vegetables with the girl."
The old man said urgently.
After gesturing for Xiao Hao to put down his gun, Zuo Ling asked, "What will you offer in exchange?"
The old man scrambled to his feet and waved vigorously into the distance. Two Tibetans carrying a large box approached.
Seeing the yard full of fruits and vegetables, the two of them almost popped their eyes out of their sockets, and couldn't help but swallow their saliva.
Hearing the noise, Pei Nansheng came out of the house, crossed his arms, leaned against the door frame, and looked into the distance.
The box was over one cubic meter in size and contained Tibetan silver ornaments, turquoise, amber, red coral, silver cups, a gem-encrusted dagger, a one-inch-tall gold Buddha statue, and all sorts of other items.
The old man smiled and said:
“Many Han people have tried to trade with us before, but we haven’t been willing to give them up. Could you perhaps…”
"cannot."
Zuo Ling refused decisively.
The box was mostly filled with Tibetan silver ornaments and handicrafts. Did she think she was stupid? Tibetan silver isn't pure silver.
She's the kind of person who traded 200 grams of compressed biscuits for 100 grams of gold; she's definitely not someone who's ever seen the world!
I know it's difficult to talk to, but such a lack of tact still makes the old man very embarrassed.
Zuo Ling said calmly:
"Natural disasters are frequent, and food is far more precious than your stuff. It's neither edible nor drinkable, and it's just a burden to carry around. What use is it to me? Take it away."
Xiao Hao deftly pulled the bolt back of his gun, baring his teeth in the snowy night, "Woof, woof, woof, did you hear that? Hurry up and go!"
"Miss, we can talk things over. The price is negotiable. If you think it's too low, you can add more."
The old man's posture was humble.
Zuo Ling looked at him but didn't say anything.
The old man understood immediately and waved again into the distance. Another Tibetan man came up carrying a box, which was about the same size as the previous one but much lighter.
The old man took out two scrolls from the box. They were not large in size. When unfolded, they were full of religious color and their colors were as bright as new.
A Thangka! It's actually a Thangka!
Hmph! They wouldn't be willing to take it out unless they teased them a little.
“Young lady, these two Thangkas have been passed down in my family for generations. They are worth some money. Someone once offered 10 million, but I couldn’t bear to sell them.”
Zuo Ling had heard of Thangkas but had never seen one, and was unsure whether they were genuine or not, which put her in a difficult position.
Pei Nansheng leaned closer and sniffed. It is said that Thangkas are made from precious mineral and gemstone powders such as gold, silver, pearl, agate, coral, turquoise, malachite, and cinnabar, as well as plant pigments such as saffron, rhubarb, and indigo.
While you might not be able to tell the difference between real and fake, you should be able to distinguish the smells of different pigments.
To check if the paint was floating on the surface, Pei Nansheng used a small scraper to scrape the edges a few times.
The Tibetans were heartbroken to see this and wanted to stop it, but the old man stopped them.
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