Knowing that Yang Zhaozhao was not a liar, the old man went to look for those who had antiques overnight.
Half an hour later, seven or eight people from the village came to the old man's house. With him as the middleman, everyone trusted the old man very much and knew that Yang Zhaozhao was rich.
They carefully took out the treasures they collected, including two Tang Sancai pottery pieces and a golden calamus. Some people melted them quietly, while others were reluctant to do so.
The melted ones were worthless, so Yang Zhaozhao didn’t want them.
One of the hairpins was inlaid with jewels, but the gems had become dim and no longer shone, but the material space indicated that it was very valuable: [Butterfly hairpin from the Tianbao period of the Tang Dynasty, slightly flawed, estimated value of 50,000, please recycle.]
"I'll give you one thousand for this. Can you tell the value?" Yang Zhaozhao gave the price generously.
When they heard the price was one thousand, they were a little reluctant to part with it. They thought the hairpin was quite heavy and were afraid that Yang Zhaozhao would rip them off. In fact, they would be ripped off wherever they went. After all, the thing was in their hands and was not worth much.
It's different when it falls into the hands of commodity dealers.
If others could offer three or five yuan, it would be a high price, but Yang Zhaozhao asked for one thousand, which was also generous.
Seeing her master's thoughts, Yang Zhaozhao was not angry. She asked the owner of the hairpin to reconsider it. After all, she would stay here for three or five days before leaving.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at all the other cups and collected all that could be collected. The lacquer cup was well preserved, so Yang Zhaozhao collected it. The story of its owner was painted on it. It turned out that she was the wife of a wealthy family.
She had a harmonious relationship with her male owner, but died of illness. The man was very reluctant to let her go, and buried her with rich things, including her favorite things in her life.
Among them are many gold and ceramic utensils.
Yang Zhaozhao put the lacquerware into the material space, and the material space gave an appraisal price: [Raw lacquerware, slight defects, appraisal value 100,000, is it used to issue the bill? ]
"Yes." Yang Zhaozhao didn't expect that a painted lacquerware could be worth so much money.
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the man's lame leg and said that he broke it accidentally. He could barely do some farm work to earn a living, and he could not support his family at all. He hoped to sell this thing for some money.
Yang Zhaozhao considered for three seconds and gave eight thousand.
The man's eyes widened: "Eight... eight thousand?"
"All of them?" The man thought it was too little: "How come Mr. Liu's can be sold for more than 10,000 yuan, but mine is only 8,000 yuan? Sister, don't bully an honest person just because I'm disabled."
"Yes, yes, his family is not well off, you can't bully him!"
"Yes, it looks like his stuff is not bad at all. He fell in love with this paint bucket at first sight and thought it was worth a lot of money!"
Uncle Liu, who was named, also looked at Yang Zhaozhao: "Can you please be a little more modest? It's really not easy for us, especially Er Kuizi, who has a family of eleven to support!"
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the people who were trying to persuade her, and also saw Er Kuizi who was about to cry, and said, "Let me finish what I said. The eight thousand I mentioned is the price of this paint bucket, not all of it."
"I'll take this Tang Sancai, the porcelain plate, and the teapot set, and sell them for 17,000 each. What do you think?" Yang Zhaozhao said the price was fair.
If it were someone else, they could only give 10 million.
She gave 17,000, which was not unfair at all.
Er Quezi was so excited that his mouth was drooping: "Ten thousand for food?"
"It's seventeen thousand." Yang Zhaozhao took out stacks of money, including ten-cent notes, fifty-cent notes, and ten-cent notes.
It seemed like a lot, and their eyes were wide open.
"Can you give me ten dollars each? I don't know anyone with ten dollars, and I'm afraid it's fake." Er Quezi is also a straightforward person.
Yang Zhaozhao didn't mind and gave all of them ten yuan. They counted the money for a while and decided it was seventeen thousand, not a bit more and not a bit less.
Seeing that Er Quezi took 17,000 yuan, the others who had treasures did not hide them and took them out to Yang Zhaozhao to have their prices estimated. Er Quezi took the most.
The owner of the hairpin said he would think about it, and took back his Tang Sancai, vase and pottery figurine. Yang Zhaozhao took a look and thought they were worth probably hundreds of thousands.
After sending the people from Qian Village off, Yang Zhaozhao put all the collected items into the material space.
Material space: [Thirty-two Tang Dynasty antiques, assessed at 92,500, should they be used to repay the loan?]
"yes."
Material space: [After deducting the outgoing bills, the current debt is zero, with a balance of 225,000 yuan. ]
Yang Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief; his debts were cleared.
I didn't expect to gain so much from coming here.
"How's the debt?" Li Yiling poured Yang Zhaozhao a glass of water and took out 50,000 yuan from his pocket and gave it to Yang Zhaozhao: "This is what I earned during this period. You can use it."
Yang Zhaozhao looked at the money that carried Li Yiling's warmth, smiled and kissed him on the face: "Thank you, you can keep it. The debt has been cleared, so I am not short of money for the time being."
"Then you keep it too. It's my wife's money, and I will definitely give it to you to marry a daughter-in-law." Li Yiling refused to accept it. There was no reason for him to take back the money he had taken out.
Yang Zhaozhao teased him deliberately: "Aren't you afraid that I will run away with your money?"
"Don't be afraid, I will chase you. Wherever you go, I will go. You can't run away." Li Yiling stroked her earlobe and tucked up the loose hair beside her ear.
The two looked into each other's eyes, and the burning emotions made them unable to help but get closer. Just when they were about to kiss, Xiao Cui said from inside the room: "Sister Zhao Zhao, there are mosquitoes, it's itchy!"
Li Yiling: “….”
Yang Zhaozhao glanced at the speechless man, leaned over and kissed him on the lips, then opened the curtain and went into the room: "I'll light some mosquito coils, and there will be no mosquitoes in a while!"
Xiao Cui nodded, fell down and continued to sleep.
Li Yiling stood in the main room for a while and stroked his lips. It seemed that her scent was still lingering on his lips, making him unable to help but raise the corners of his mouth.
The next day, Zhao Yiran came back. He was not seriously injured, just twisted his foot. It did not affect the filming, so he just had to stay out of the way.
The actors were in place and Xiao Cui started filming.
Yang Zhaozhao watched from the side. In order to let them take better care of Xiao Cui, Yang Zhaozhao took out a lot of food from the supply space, including White Rabbit milk candy, chocolate, melon seeds and peanuts, and rice crackers.
After eating Yang Zhaozhao's food, they became more tolerant towards Xiao Cui.
Xiao Cui's performance went quite smoothly over the three days, but sometimes she couldn't get into the mood, and the director needed to communicate with her, such as making her cry.
The director asked, "If your sister doesn't want you one day, will you be sad?"
When Xiao Cui saw Yang Zhaozhao, she thought of the scene where Yang Zhaozhao didn't want her anymore. She burst into tears of grievance and cried so sadly that she was sobbing.
When Yang Zhaozhao found out later, he almost scolded the director.
Even if you want to create emotions, you can't say it like this!
Although Xiao Cui will have her own world when she grows up, Yang Zhaozhao can see clearly that Xiao Cui is dependent on him now. She is putting the feelings she has for her father on herself and Li Yiling.
On the third day, Xiao Cui finished filming her last scene of singing on the bridge, and received a bouquet of wild flowers picked by Yang Zhaozhao: "Xiao Cui is great, and her acting is great. Let's go to the cinema to watch it when it's released."
"Can it be shown in my sister's cinema?" Xiao Cui knew that there was a cinema in Yang Zhaozhao's square, but it was not open yet.
Facing Xiao Cui's expectant gaze, Yang Zhaozhao gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, let it go."
"Yeah!" Xiao Cui happily hugged Yang Zhaozhao: "Sister Zhaozhao, you are the cutest!"
Yang Zhaozhao's smile was a little bitter. He had another two hundred thousand yuan in debt. As expected, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't owe any debt for a day.
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