Song Yiran was not angry, "No wonder you have no business here, look at your attitude, it's strange that you can receive medicine!"

The middle-aged man glanced at Song Yiran again and smiled, "You girl, look at the spirits, is it possible that you know the doorway here?"

Song Yiran squatted down and said softly, "That's why I asked you what medicine you received!"

"Listen to what you mean, there are many kinds of medicine?"

Song Yiran tilted his head and looked at him, "At first glance, you are not a businessman! Of course, there is a difference between this medicine! For example, it is a bad master! Yes, now people call it a second-way dealer, and it is also a legal business! I know that someone takes eggs to the family buildings of major units to change the medicine." ”

This was very popular in the early 10s!

Changing eggs for medicine sounds like a loss, but the medicine that people exchange for is indeed publicly-funded medical treatment, and to put it bluntly, they don't spend their own money, so no matter how expensive the nutrition and treatment drugs are, it is not distressing to exchange them for eggs.

The medicine in exchange was packaged in a unified manner, and it was circulated to major hospitals.

There is something more evil than this, which is definitely beyond the imagination of all of you, so I will not mention it here.

"Little girl, you're quite knowledgeable!"

"Looking at you like this, you don't look like a second-class dealer, so the medicine you want to collect is Chinese medicine?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" the middle-aged uncle's eyes lit up, "What you said is so right, I just want to accept Chinese medicine, the more valuable the better!"

This person is a layman at first glance, he doesn't understand anything, and people don't know if they are deceived.

Song Yiran lost interest, "Look, it's not clearly written on the sign! You only wrote about receiving medicine, but you didn't say what medicine you received." ”

"Oh!" the middle-aged man took a look at the sign he had written, and felt that it made sense, "Oh, I want to add a word!"

Song Yiran shook his head, he couldn't help it, this person is so weird. She didn't want to talk nonsense anymore, so she got up and said to Lei Qianjun: "Brother Lei, let's go over there and have a look." ”

Lei Qianjun glanced at the middle-aged man and hurriedly followed Song Yiran.

Song Yiran turned around a little and took a fancy to two jars that he didn't know if they were true or false, they looked big and round, and the pickles were just right. The stall owner said that he was an old object, and he couldn't take it away for less than 200 yuan, Song Yiran countered for two yuan, so angry that the stall owner rolled his eyes, and almost pinched someone to give first aid.

In the end, twelve dollars were bought.

Song Yiran asked Lei Qianjun to help her keep it.

"Which dynasty is this thing from?" Although twelve yuan is not much, it is enough for a family of three to spend ten days and half a month.

"I don't know!" Song Yiran only said: "The stall owner said that what is blue and white, I don't think it maybe! If it is really such a treasure, it can be sold for twelve yuan? Maybe it is a modern imitation, or it is used for pickles." ”

Lei Qianjun was surprised, "Then what are you buying it for?"

"Aren't I in the business of collecting, what if I am buying good things? Maybe, if I open a private museum in the future, these two things will become the treasures of the museum? After all, I have always been lucky. "Song Yiran is just a joke, how did she know that she is an uncertain prophet, and she is a proverb.

"So you're planning to open a pickle museum?"

Song Yiran smiled and bent over, "Your idea, this is too creative!"

Lei Qianjun saw her smile, and wanted to laugh too, but he still raised the corners of his lips slightly.

A beautiful girl, muttering to the gods, why is there no food to sell, eat while walking, this is interesting.

Who's going to sell food in the old market?

A man followed the girl with two strange jars in his arms, his eyes full of pampering.

When she gets tired of shopping, she goes home and can buy whatever she wants.

The furniture was still not bought, but Song Yiran collected a bunch of useless things.

These things are useless in Lei Qianjun's eyes, but they are different in Song Yiran's eyes.

It was still early, and the two of them took the bus back to the ancestral house of the Song family.

The paint on the walls had long since dried, the windows had been replaced, the paint was dry, and the fire had been lit for several days, and even the kang was almost dry.

But this house has not been inhabited for a long time, it has lost popularity, and the walls are cold, and it will take some days to relieve it.

Lei Qianjun went to light the fire, and Song Yiran was fiddling with her loot.

A pair of pickle jars are placed in the corner of the wall, and they can't be blatantly received into the space! Lei Qianjun is such a shrewd person, if she asks her where the jar has gone, how will she answer?

Anyway, I don't know if it's true or not, so let's leave it at that!

And this!

Song Yiran was holding a very old powder makeup box in his hand, a bit like a makeup product in later generations, with a small mirror in it that could be used to touch up makeup in the mirror.

This makeup box is only the size of a child's fist, and compared to the delicate cosmetics of later generations, it can be said that it is not far behind.

There is a mechanism under this box, and Song Yiran saw a drawing inside the box.

Looks like it's supposed to be a treasure map or something.

The age of this makeup box will not be too long, it should be a modern thing, and it will not be more than fifty years away from the present, so what is this picture for?

Song Yiran found a knife and dismantled the makeup box with three strokes and five divisions.

Sure enough, there was a neatly folded piece of paper inside, and the color was a little yellow, but the paper was not bad, and the things could still be seen, and it was far from breaking when touched.

Sure enough, it was a map, with a few traditional characters on it, and Song Yiran was stunned when he saw it.

Qingshan Village, Hujia Town, Guanshan County.

That's a coincidence, isn't it?

When Song Yiran was in the village before, he heard the old people say that the names of Hujia Town, Guanshan County, have existed since ancient times, and they have been called for more than 100 years, and they have never been changed! A few decades ago, Daqingshan was not called Daqingshan, but Qingshan Village!

Is this picture actually related to Daqingshan? No wonder it fell into her hands, it is really fate!

She took the map and looked at it a few times, and the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.

This hill ......

This isn't the northern slope, a place to bury people!

Old Man Song is buried there, and there is also Old Man Ma.

Looking at the real thing, it should be around there.

Isn't there a treasure? The place where the ingots are drawn on the picture should be the place where the treasure is buried!

She traced the lines on the map with her fingers, and the more she looked, the more she realized that this treasure hiding place was the North Slope Cemetery!

Belch~

What to do? Give up?

What a baby!

But it's not a good thing to talk about digging a grave! It seems that everything underground should be handed in!

But she wondered what was inside!

It's so tangled!

However, she seems to have dug a grave too!

The grave of the old horse's head......

Wait a minute!

Could it be that there is a cat in the old horse's head grave!? When I picked up the treasure, I had already dug up a box, could there be something terrible in it?

When the old horse's head died, it was buried with the help of the villagers, and if there was really something, it would have been taken by others!

Or is it ......

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