My museum is perfect!

Chapter 62 Museum 62

In addition to the fact that his wealth has become richer, Qiao Qiao found that the darkened museum book [Lost] seemed to have thickened a bit. With the mentality of giving it a try, Qiao Qiao clicked on the museum book.

It can be opened, but the contents inside are all gray.

The golden phoenix crown of the raksha bird, the halberd ear furnace of the song dynasty kiln for the female ghost, the smiling cherry pot of the nine-tailed red fox, the bronze sword of the soul of war... plus a few extra pages, the cheongsam of the Republic of China and jewelry.

Seeing the blank pages being filled in (albeit in gray), Qiao Qiao felt the pride of the achievement party.

It was 3:[-] when I was dragged into the illusion, and I subconsciously glanced at my phone, but only [-] minutes had passed, and I re-examined the "Wishing House" in front of which there were still two dilapidated stone lions.

Qiao Qiao knocked on the door, and for a moment, the sound of heavy footsteps came from inside.

"Creak——" the wooden door was opened, revealing a pair of cloudy eyes, followed by a hoarse and dark voice, as piercing as someone tearing off old bark, "Who are you looking for?"

The old lady was stunned as soon as she finished speaking, she fell into deep thought when she saw Qiao Qiao's appearance.

Like ah, really like it.

Especially this kind of expression that looks like a smile but not a smile, it's exactly like her.

Qiao Qiao waited patiently for her to look at him before turning out the photo and asking, "Hello, did you sell this bronze sword to someone else before?"

The old woman was silent and gave up the empty seat, "If you have anything to say, come in and say it."

"House of Wishes" is not as dilapidated as it appears on the outside, nor is it as empty as it was seen in the illusion before. It should have been remodeled. The small kitchen in the backyard has been filled, leaving only the main hall.

In the corner of the main hall is a wooden bed. If Qiao Qiao is not mistaken, it is the one in the "guest room", with a mosquito net hanging on it, a square table in the middle, and an old-fashioned TV opposite the bed.

Although the scattered objects in the house are old, they are full of the atmosphere of "home".

The old lady poured a cup of boiling water for Qiao Qiao from the thermos, and slowly replied, "I have the impression that what you said was dug out by the third child in the back mountain."

Generally, a large number of cultural relics are buried in the ground that can be dug out!If you are lucky, you may even come across a "king's tomb".

Qiao Qiao had been prepared for a long time, took out the money from the bag and handed it to the old woman, "Tell me, what did you dig up?"

Glancing at the money, the old lady put away the things calmly, then pointed to the celadon jar in the corner where pickles were pickled, "That thing was also dug out of it, and it happened to be used to put pickles for me."

Qiao Qiao: "..."

#Don't ask, ask is to die in situ#

If Qiaoqiao didn't see it, the jar used to pickle pickles in the corner is the green peony flower bed of the official kiln in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. ...the most important thing is that it is not broken in the slightest!

This kind of jar that can be placed directly in the auction house is actually used by this old lady to pickle kimchi!

Qiao Qiao felt his heart was broken.

As if the excitement wasn't enough, the old woman pointed to the small cabinet next to the TV, "This was also dug out from inside, but there was a crack at the bottom, and I asked my second child to mend it with iron."

Qiao Qiao: "..."

#Don’t ask, the ashes have been lifted#

"There is also this fruit plate, which is the same as the pickle jar, and some clothes worn by dead people. The boss said it was unlucky, so he planned to dig a hole and burn it."

Qiao Qiao: "..."

Qiao Qiao felt dizzy. She knew that the countries of the world didn't pay much attention to the protection of cultural relics, but she didn't expect them to pay so much attention!

What a loss!

The top priority is to immediately recover these damaged cultural relics, seal off the damaged site, and repair and make up for it as much as possible.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qiao Qiao asked, "Do you think this is okay? If you make an offer, I will buy all the things you dug out of the ground. If these things are leaked out, you will also help to recover them. I will make up for the price." Whether it's good or bad, I want it."

The old lady couldn't understand that someone wanted to collect these rags. The "pickle jar" was okay, at least it could hold things, but she really couldn't understand those rags.

The old lady looked at Qiao Qiao with a look of "Are you crazy?" and asked, "You want everything?"

"Yes, all of them."

After pondering for a while, she didn't have a big mouth to embarrass Qiao Qiao, "Some of the pieces were bagged by the boss and thrown into the garbage dump at the end of the alley. You should be able to find them now... As for the things in my room, they are not worth much. It’s a small amount of money, but you took the things away and what should I wear?”

Without waiting for Qiao Qiao to speak, she said, "How about this, just give me a new one if you get it."

"Okay, then I'll make a note of what I need to make up, and I'll come back tomorrow." Qiao Qiao readily complied, and it was almost the same condition when he and Mr. Zhou went to the countryside to collect things in the past.

The old lady nodded, watching Qiao Qiao carefully check the objects in the house, and asked after a while, "How old are you?"

"It's almost 25."

"Then you...have your parents told you about your grandma?"

Qiao Qiao was suspicious, "Do I look like someone you know?"

The old lady stared at Qiao Qiao intently, and murmured, "Like, really like, she looks exactly like her." She patted the empty stool in front of her and motioned him to sit down, "Let me tell you a story."

The left and right didn't delay the matter, so Qiao Qiao didn't refuse.

"That was when I was very young."

As Qiao Qiao expected, the old woman told about everything in the illusion and what happened later from the perspective of a bystander.

Things that actually happened.

"Wishing House" was called "Bai Yuan" before it was renamed. The master of the Bai family was in the wharf business, and he was the first group of people who came into contact with "A Furong", which is poppy and poppy.

In the West, the price of "Afurong" is not expensive, and small vendors can be found selling it in every alley.

Master Bai aimed at the business opportunity, spent all his wealth to get in, and when he came back, he would be rich.

Later, wars broke out, opium and tablets flowed into the market, and a large amount of silver flowed out. In order to collect money, the Qing government issued the "Treaty on the Collection of Local Medicine Taxes" to encourage the common people to plant opium and tablets and lower prices to hit the market. During this period, large wheat fields were destroyed. Uproot and plant gorgeous flowers.

Market fluctuations caused a lot of troubles to Boss Bai, but these troubles disappeared after his sister married a warlord. One merchant and one army monopolized the economy and trade of this land.

Later, a war broke out, high-ranking officials were pulled down, and Boss Bai lost a lot of property to keep the house. In the same year, he took home the girl born to his sister... After Boss Bai died, his sister’s daughter married a A poor scholar, his son married the landowner's daughter, and later the two families gave birth to a daughter, who barely continued the blood of the Bai family.

After finishing the family history of the Bai family, the old lady got to the point. What she wanted to talk about was about these two daughters.

"When I was four years old, I was bought by the toothmaid to be with the young lady. The young lady's parents liked to smoke opium, and her health was broken, so the young lady was born in poor health, and she was soaked in medicine jars all year round and didn't go out much... The difference from Miss is Miss Fangbiao, she is in good health, her parents have been educated and literate, and she puts her in a private school with some money."

"Miss Biao met Mr. Zhou's son in a private school, and the two often went to play with the lady together. Later, both of them reached the point of discussing marriage, but for some reason, the surname Zhou temporarily changed his mind and regretted the marriage, and turned around. After marrying Miss, Miss Biao went to the courtyard to sing in a fit of anger." The old woman sighed, "Everyone knows that it belongs to Miss Qian, surnamed Zhou, but who cares?"

Qiao Qiao also recognized that this was the story of Baimei, Zhou Lang and Miss Fangbiao.

Except for poor health, Baimei is good in everything, not to mention that after having a reference, compared with herself, Miss Fangbiao can't compare to herself in anything except good health.

Under this premise, it is easy to lose the balance of mentality.

"The days passed like this for two or three years, and the outside became more and more chaotic. At this moment, Miss Biao came back." The old lady was completely lost in memory, "I still remember her wearing that cheongsam. I followed Xiaohuan Sister peeked from behind, that figure is so beautiful, I have never seen such a beautiful person."

The words paused slightly here, the old woman should have said something on her mind, fortunately Qiao Qiao had experienced it herself, otherwise it would be difficult to understand such a stream of consciousness explanation.

"I have been with Miss for a long time and everyone knows that she is not a charitable person. When my uncle is here, I will pretend to be. When I am not, the whole courtyard is in a panic. My uncle is rarely at home. But later Miss Biao stayed in the grocery store. Often at home."

"She is a careless person, so she lined up two old grandmas to catch each other. Later, when Sister Ahuan went to clean the utility room, she saw Miss Biao putting things into boxes, and she told Miss about it. "

"Soon, people in military uniforms surrounded the entire yard, and everyone was taken away. Sister Ahuan covered my mouth and stuffed me into the dog hole, saying, 'She was wrong, she shouldn't have done this. Tell the young lady, '...the White Mansion was sealed off the next day, and on the third day, the entire mansion was forced to go to the small square and beheaded for public display." Except me.

The old woman suppressed the unspoken words in her throat.

.........

The starry sky fell into the middle of the night, and Qiao Qiao had filled in the follow-up details that Qiao Qiao didn't know. Even if she knew the ending long ago, she still felt a throbbing pain somewhere in her heart.

Qiao Qiao remembered the text he learned when he was a child. There were seagulls circling on the beach, and the turtle poked its head out. Facing enemies everywhere, the little girl chose to escort it into the deep sea. Afterwards, countless sea turtles came out, and some of them became food. Some run to freedom.

She thought to herself, is she a girl or a seagull or a turtle?

After making an appointment with the old woman to change items tomorrow, Qiao Qiao got up to say goodbye and left. Before walking out of the land, she found the pile of rubbish, and there were countless fragments in the taupe rag bag.

Okay, she is neither a girl nor a seagull nor a turtle, she is a 996 social animal.

The road ahead is long, and she is stepping on the moonlight, rushing to the sea of ​​work.

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