Wei Xiaoling's home is not like other people's apartment-style houses or small bungalows, villas and the like, but like Mo Xiao'an Mo's grandmother's house that has not been demolished. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The open space in front of the house is quite spacious, Wei Xiaoling said that when it is hot in winter, their family will move the table out at night and eat directly outside, taking advantage of the gentle cool breeze blowing around, it is already very cool without turning on the electric fan.

Except for a few families who have been very solid for generations and have never seen or been to such a house, the others more or less know a little, such as grandma's family is such a Mo Xiaoan.

With the intention of observing the differences between Wei Xiaoling's house and his grandmother's house, Mo Xiaoan observed the surroundings very carefully, and found that Wei Xiaoling's house was quite original, not to mention the style of furniture or anything, basically there was that kind of furniture when you walked into a house nearby.

But this does not mean that Wei Xiaoling's family has no money, there are a lot of household appliances that should be there, who will be idle and have nothing to do to transfer schools, Wei Xiaoling's family is actually quite solid, not compared with Mo Xiaoan, just take the people in the circle near her house and say, it is definitely one of the richest people.

Wei Xiaoling's family has several fields, not to mention, there are chickens and pigs in front of the house and behind the house, although the scale cannot be compared with the pig farms and chicken farms, the number is definitely more than the surrounding people, of course, the income will not be less, and it is understandable that the family is well-off.

The girls have been looking around very curiously since they came here, and they also came to Wei Xiaoling's house, and Mo Xiaoan knew that her family still believed in Buddhism.

After entering the door, there is a small table in the corner of the living room, there is a bowl on it, the bowl is full of incense ash, and there is a statue of Guanyin on the wall facing the small platform.

The incense bowl is the kind of ceramic bowl used at home, not to mention the patterns and patterns on the bowl, not to mention the incense ash, and even its original color is almost unrecognizable.

Obviously, except for Mo Xiaoan, few people are interested in the dirty ceramic bowl, and the reason why Mo Xiaoan cares is only because of a sentence from the system.

"This family is so defeated, they even use antiques to arrange incense, they are really poor and only have money left"

"What antiques? What incense arrangement?? Mo Xiaoan was following the army to visit Wei Xiaoling's home, and suddenly heard such a sentence from the system.

"Just over there, on that small platform, the one full of ashes, but the genuine Qing Dynasty ceramic bowl, whose antiques are not for supply, I still see the antiques used as incense burners for the first time, it's so talented!"

The tone of the system's speech made a picture unconsciously appear in front of Mo Xiaoan's eyes, and the picture of shaking his head and saying "tsk" almost made Mo Xiaoan burst out laughing.

At the beginning, Mo Xiao'an was patronizing and smiling, and after what the system said in retrospect, he was completely shocked, antique? Also Qing Dynasty??

Stunned, she turned her head to look at Wei Xiaoling, who was introducing her classmates to the pickles she had just pickled recently, and invited everyone to taste them.

"The jar of pickles is also an antique," the system was caught off guard and threw another bomb out.

"That's ??! too" Mo Xiaoan is almost powerless to complain, and the antiques in Wei Xiaoling's house are wholesale? That's why I used it as an incense burner and pickled vegetables.

"Well, it's also from the Qing Dynasty"

“。。。。” Mo Xiaoan suddenly wanted to eat that pickle, is there an antique pickle, the taste must be very different!

The existing situation does not allow Mo Xiaoan to directly tell Wei Xiaoling the fact that her family may be antiques, Mo Xiaoan is ready to save the country and come to a turning point.

"Xiaoling, what did your family do before?" Mo Xiaoan is going to start with the ancestors of the Wei family first, there are so many antiques in the family, the ancestors should be a little different.

Mo Xiaoan thought so, but forgot that the styles of these antiques were usually available at home in the past, and they didn't necessarily have to be dripping from the ancestors.

"Before? Farmers," Wei Xiaoling replied without thinking, their family had been farmers for three generations.

"Grandpa, grandpa, grandpa are also farmers?"

"Well, it's always been a farmer, why is Xiao An asking this?"

"Ah, it's nothing, I just think Xiaoling, your temperament shouldn't be a farmer, ahaha" In order not to make this topic too blunt, Mo Xiao'an children's shoes began to talk nonsense.

"Really? It's the first time someone has said that" Wei Xiaoling looked very happy, and covered her face a little shyly as she said this.

Of course, it is one thing to be happy to hear this kind of good words, and more importantly, this sentence was said by Mo Xiao'an, that is the goddess of the whole school, the object of worship and longing of the girls, and it is also recognized as the first beauty in the school.

"Yes, then they are really blind" Mo Xiao'an made up nonsense, "By the way, your pickled vegetable jar looks a little special, where did it come from?" ”

"A jar for pickles? I don't know.,It seems like there's a memory from the beginning.,Don't the jars all look the same?,What's so special? ”

"Of course it's different, there are no two leaves in the world that are exactly the same, let alone the same jar?"

"Hearing you say this, I suddenly feel that it makes sense, but I can't see anything special about this jar," Wei Xiaoling scratched her head.

"You can't see it doesn't mean that others can't see it, I know a grandfather, he especially likes to collect this kind of jar and bowl or something, I feel that your jar should meet his heart, do you sell this jar?" Of course, knowing grandpa or something is also nonsense, and only the appraisers will come when the time comes, but if it is really confirmed to be an antique, someone will naturally buy it, and it will not be completely nonsense at that time.

"Can this jar still be sold? I've seen it sold on the street before, 2 yuan a piece, I've used it all, how much more can I sell it for?"

“。。。” 2 bucks... One... Mo Xiaoan almost didn't catch his breath, "Your jar is different from theirs, how can it be compared, don't care how much money they have, anyway, yours must be more than that, just tell me, it's okay if your jar is sold or not"

"Of course it's no problem, there are several of these jars behind my house, what's there if you sell one?"

"How many more?! Where is it!! "Could it be that Wei Xiaoling's antiques are really wholesale?? How could the ancestors of her family be so talented, leaving so many good things to bless the next generation, their family originally had nothing to do, and they all relied on their own hard work. (To be continued.) )