The biological mother of the child prodigy cub was handed over to the country by the entire Internet

Song Sha really had no way to deal with him, and she had to worry about raising Rong Rong.

Just a bunch of snot and tears stained Song Sha's body, and she was still sobbing.

Except for Gu Rongrong, Song Sha's tolerance for others was limited, and this was already her limit.

"Let go." Song Sha whispered.

Sheng Jiang is not afraid of anything now, but he is most afraid that Song Sha and the others will not want him.

"I do not."

Song Sha: "......"

Aunt Mei next to her said, "The child just went missing. It's inevitable that I feel a little insecure when I come back. But I didn't realize that Xiao Song, you are so young and the child is so big."

"This young man looks so much like you. A son is blessed to be like his mother."

Studio.

[Pfft hahahahahaha, they are indeed the same family as the old village chief. They all see things from the same perspective hahahahaha. 】

[Look, look, not only do we think Sister Sha and Sheng Jiang look alike, but even Aunt Mei thinks they look alike. 】

[Perhaps there is a saying that good-looking people have more or less similarities? 】

[What the people upstairs are saying are telling the truth. 】

[But Sheng Jiang’s shameless feeling makes Sister Sha helpless. Hahahahahaha. 】

[Now I finally know that Sheng Jiang is Sister Sha’s biggest obstacle. 】

[Don’t mention it, Sister Sha’s parenting skills are so good that she subdued Sheng Jiang, a rebellious child. I still remember his arrogant face when he first came to the village, and look at it now. 】

.........

Song Sha really had no way to deal with him, so she finally compromised and let him hold the hem of her clothes.

Sheng Jiang knew that this was Song Sha's last concession, and he would no longer push for it. Moreover, Song Sha was still Gu Shangyu's wife. To a certain extent, they were not suitable for hugging, but he definitely only had family affection for Song Sha. ,No other meaning.

Now that the person has been found, it is time to leave.

But Song Sha asked more eloquently: "Aunt Mei, do you have these guqins, zithers, and Xiaodi for sale?"

Aunt Mei: "Yes, of course, my family has relied on this for generations."

Speaking of this, Aunt Mei sighed: "But business has been bad in the past two years. Music shops like ours can only make money in big cities, but the rents in those places are not affordable for rural people like us." Got up."

"In the past, there were some piano shops that came to ask for pianos, but now there are too many big factories making this kind of pianos, zithers, and zithers. Although they are not as exquisite as the workmanship, once the original color oil is applied, the appearance is not much different from ours."

"Business people are all about profit, so we will naturally choose whichever is cheaper. Our kind of manual work will be eliminated sooner or later."

"But I'm getting old too. It's a pity that the wood I made for these pianos is made of fine century-old trees that Lao Zhang and I went up to the mountains to select. We asked people to help us move them back section by section and carve them piece by piece. Made."

“Now it’s all piled up at home gathering dust, and it can’t play its full role.”

The old village chief tugged at her: "Why are you complaining so much to Xiao Song?"

Only then did Aunt Mei react, "Oh, I'm really, sorry, Xiao Song. I'm just a verbose person. Please take care of me when I get older."

Song Sha: "Nothing."

This made Song Sha understand something, so it seems that these guqins and zithers can be used as another auction item besides tea leaves and oranges.

Just in terms of price...

Song Sha pointed to the piano at hand: "Aunt Mei, how much do you usually sell a piano like this?"

"Our price for this piano is about 800-1600, mainly based on the wood." Aunt Mei introduced to Song Sha: "This kind of wood has no growth rings, so it is relatively less valuable."

"But I have inquired about it. A guqin that costs more than a few hundred and a thousand here may cost several thousand if sold outside, at least three or four thousand."

Song Sha squinted her eyes. She believed what Aunt Mei said, because this is how the business between merchants, especially this kind of handmade work, makes money not from the producer or the buyer, but from the seller.

Netizens in the live broadcast room were a little curious and went to check it out.

[What are three or four thousand? It’s obviously five or six thousand, or even tens of thousands! 】

[It was only a little over a year since I bought the guqin at home, and the wood was already broken. The owner of the music store even said that he would be compensated for the damage for two years, but in the end he just let it go. 】

[Damn it, you can really turn your hand and sit down and the price will increase by thousands. These businessmen are really evil-hearted. They really treat us ignorant people as lambs to be slaughtered. 】

[This piano looks much better than the one my mother bought. It only costs a few hundred thousand? This is exactly the same as picking it up. The one I bought at home cost [-] yuan. 】

[Sister Sha, you are selling goods in the live broadcast room today. Can you buy some of this piano? I just want to buy it. 】

[Here, here, I think too, and that acoustic guitar in the back! ! ! 】

No need for netizens to yell, Song Sha also had this intention.

She discussed it with Aunt Mei, but she didn't want something to be heard in the live broadcast room, so she gave a hint to the cameraman.

The cameraman was really in trouble. Song Sha also knew that every line had its own rules, so she handed Sheng Jiang over to the cameraman.

Sheng Jiang: "???"

The cameraman slapped her in the face, and Sheng Jiang wanted to catch up and hug Song Sha, but was handed back with a knife in the eye.

Sheng Jiang: "..."

Just like that, Sheng Jiang stared at the camera.

Song Sha came to the house and explained the matter clearly to Aunt Mei.

"It's like this. Our program team plans to help Duicun sell the oranges picked, but there will definitely not be enough oranges. And since it is launched, we definitely want to do it well. You are in business and you must know that the real thing is to let customers enjoy their purchases. make money."

"So do you want me to help you sell this piano?"

Song Sha said the ugly things first, and vaccinated Aunt Mei and others first to avoid having too high expectations.

"This is the first time for our program team to do it. Whether it can be sold depends on fate. I can only say that we will do our best. I don't know what Aunt Mei's intentions are."

Aunt Mei has met many people in her life. Song Sha, who is polite and well-organized, is very lovable.

"These things of ours are gathering dust just sitting around. If you do it, I'd definitely be willing to do it. Who would want to miss one more opportunity?"

Aunt Mei is a smart person. Although she has never used any live broadcast to sell goods, she also knows that this kind of goods is sold to people all over the place, which is different from them who stick to one store.

"Hey, by the way, Xiao Song, please take a look at this piano. I think you should appreciate it."

"I just heard you play a few times, and I see that you know your stuff."

Aunt Mei said as she took out the things.

Open the piano case and show it to Song Sha.

The second Song Sha saw it, she frowned.

He walked over and looked at the brown-red piano in the box with extremely complex eyes.

If her memory is correct, this is...

Soothing Blood Piano.

Song Sha, her colleague's Qin, didn't expect to see her again here.

The only difference is that this blood-soothing piano is newer and cleaner than the one she got.

From this point of view, there is only one possibility.

Is this the Blood-soaking Qin that has not yet reached the end of the world?

"Mom, Dad, ready to eat."

A woman walked in through the curtain outside the courtyard.

Song Sha turned her head, and her pupils shrank suddenly at that moment.

"Zhang Qi?"

Zhang Qi was surprised: "Huh? How do you know my name?"