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"Your two girls are so beautiful, I've never seen such beautiful girls." The old lady looked at Ji Ran and Irene and said enviously to Wren.

Hearing the old lady's praise, Wren smiled awkwardly, and Ji Ran and Erina also looked at each other awkwardly and laughed awkwardly.

"What? Am I wrong? The old lady looked at the three of them laughing and asked strangely.

"This is my daughter, this is my wife." Wren smiled awkwardly and explained to the old lady.

"Oh? Is this your wife? So young? The old lady looked at Ji Ran, not at all like a woman who had already given birth, she was as smart as a girl.

"Well, it's my wife, and this is our daughter Irena." Wren nodded and explained to the old lady very seriously.

"I'm so sorry about that, please bear with me if I offend." The old lady apologized apologetically to Ji Ran.

"Auntie, it's okay." Ji Ran smiled generously, and didn't take it to heart, what woman doesn't want others to praise her youth?

What's more, the physique of the elves is not much different from the physique of humans, especially in terms of age, no matter how old the elves are, they all look as young as sixteen or seventeen-year-old teenagers, and only a few hundred or thousands of years old elves look like middle-aged human beings.

"Where are you going? To Ligurias in the south or to Lacazia in the west? The old lady asked, looking at Wren.

Listening to the old lady's question, Wren was really a little surprised, an old lady who lived in a mountain village actually knew about Ligurias and Lacasia.

"There is no destination for the time being, and we are also walking around at will." Wren said with a shy smile.

"Hehe, okay, it's good to take my daughter around and broaden my horizons, when I was very young, I also wanted to go outside to see, but unfortunately, it was serfdom at that time, I could only be confined in a palm-sized place, and I looked up in a palm-sized sky, and I didn't know anything about the outside world, but fortunately, when serfdom was liberated, His Royal Highness Mordrak defeated the slave owners, and let us serfs turn over and become masters, I was fortunate to marry a businessman, and followed him to a lot of places, which can be regarded as broadening my horizons." The old lady recalled the events of her youth, and her eyes couldn't help but shine.

"So, the old lady had a good life before, right?" Ji Ran looked at the old lady and asked.

"Yes, my third husband was very good to me, he did not dislike my previous status as a serf, and helped me raise my two sons, and he was also very good to my sons, treating them as if they were his own." When the old lady talked about her third marriage, her face was full of happiness.

Obviously, the old lady was very satisfied with the third husband in her life, and it can be inferred from her words and expressions that her third husband must be a good man who is very responsible and loves women.

"And what about later? Why would you live here alone? Ji Ran asked curiously.

"Originally, our family of five lived very well, we had no fixed place, and my three sons and I traveled with him around the mainland to do business, but then there was a war, and our goods were either looted or taxed heavily, and finally the business went bankrupt.

My husband was unable to pay his debts and was never heard from, and my three sons went into hiding with me in the town, where they were taken into the army and killed in battle.

I only have one young son, and I don't want to lose him again, so I took him with me and hid in my current village.

However, what I didn't expect was that even if I hid here, I couldn't escape the fate of my son being captured.

My youngest son was also killed in battle, and the old lady sighed blankly, her cloudy eyes full of sorrow.

"I'm sorry... This is really a sad past..."Ji Ran said sadly.

"It's okay, it's all over, in fact, not only me, but many families are like this, if there is peace for a long time, there will be war, and after a long time of war, there will be peace, this is the law of history, just like the sun rises in the east and sets in the west, and it rains in spring and snows in winter." The old lady seems to have seen through the red dust, at her age, she has already experienced all the heartaches and colds in the world, and many things that are simply unacceptable to young people seem to her, but in her opinion, they are already very commonplace.

She has already walked out of the shadow of the loss of her beloved son, but when she occasionally mentions them, she still has a little regret and regret, but it will not be painful and sleepless all night.

"By the way, let's try the fresh sweet potatoes we have here, although they are a little vulgar, but they are really delicious." The old lady brought out a few broken porcelain bowls, and in the porcelain bowls were a few pieces of sweet potato porridge.

It is a porridge made of sweet potatoes and millet, without any condiments added to it, it is purely made of millet and sweet potatoes and well water, but the taste is surprisingly sweet and smells so good.

These bowls were not bought, they were all picked up by the old lady in the garbage heap of the peony factory, and there were some porcelain burned for the nobles, the requirements were very strict, and the slightest flaw was not allowed, if there was a flaw, it would be sold to the people as waste, and what the people didn't want would be thrown away as real garbage, and the old lady's bowls were defective products that even the people didn't want to buy.

Although it is a defective product, it doesn't look very good, but it can be used anyway, and the old lady doesn't care about these.

Of course, sometimes the old lady is lucky enough to pick up the treasure.

For example, this bowl for Rennes is definitely a rarity, showing the aristocratic temperament of the golden flange glaze, flawless patterns and patterns, layered texture and exquisiteness, making this porcelain bowl look much more noble and generous than the imperial porcelain bowl in the court.

Actually, this is not a defective product, when it is fired from the magnetic kiln, it is a flawless rarity.

If this porcelain bowl is brought to the market, it can definitely be auctioned for a sky-high price, I am afraid that any emperor also hopes to have such a perfect porcelain bowl, and even reluctant to use it for rice, just take it to look at it will be pleasing to the eye, marvel at the craftsmanship and miracle of the craftsman.

Originally, this kind of porcelain was to be sent to the court and given to the king.

However, what is unexpected is that such a rare treasure was secretly smashed by the kiln workers and thrown into the garbage heap, which was picked up by the old lady.

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