Chapter 509: A joy

Yang Zimei rings the doorbell.
The door opened again, and a woman shouted in a very angry voice: "Who is it?"
Look at her, it should be the kind just arguing with her husband.
Yang Zimei motioned to Dragon to hand over the cake from day to day. "Lan Qiuyan's home, I'm from Xiuli Bakery. This is the cake you ordered."
"The cake we ordered?"
The woman's face slowed down a bit, took the cake, and thought about it, a pair of pupils who were still angry immediately lit up, "I'm Lan Qiuyan, that's right, I guess it was my husband.
"All right, please sign."
Yang Zimei handed her the receipt.
Lan Qiuyan signed the name.
"Aunt, don't you want this censer?" Yang Zimei raised the censer in his hand and asked.
"Broken one, don't, just take it if you want."
Lan Qiuyan said impatiently, then lifted the cake, twisted her body, and slammed the door shut.
Yang Zimei shrugged.
Since it's gone, she picked it up. Who told them to quarrel and throw things?
Since ancient times, husbands and wives have not been hurt, that is not wrong.
Yang Zimei took the incense burner that was still dirty everywhere and looked at it, just like looking at treasures. This made the dragon wonder every day and asked what the ancient thing was.
Yang Zimei also explained to him.
"Oh, you're out of luck, you can get a cake and pick up an antique." Long couldn't help laughing.
"Yeah, I'm so lucky."
Before Yang Zimei was proud, she caught up with a middle-aged man and stopped her. "I'm sorry, younger sister, this incense burner belongs to my family. Just now my dead mother-in-law lost her temper and threw things. I I want to go back now. "
Yang Zimei's interest sank to freezing point all at once.
It seems that there is really no free lunch in the world, and that's not wrong. Now people are going to take things back.
"Uncle, I like this thing a little bit. Otherwise, you can ask for a price and sell it to me, okay?"
Such a good thing, Yang Zimei really couldn't bear to just send it out like this, she also thought about waiting for the newly built house in the family, this is used to worship the Buddha's earthquake house.
The man shook his head. "This won't work, this is what my ancestors have always left."
"Really not?" Yang Zimei tried to ask. "No matter how high the price is?"
The man thought for a while, "It's not impossible. My woman in my family doesn't look good every day and thinks it's obstructing the place. I'm going to take it to an antique shop to check whether it belongs to antiques. If so, I want Antiques for sale. "
This man is still very savvy. When he saw Yang Zimei's fondness for this broken incense burner, he doubted the value of this incense burner, so he just started talking about antiques.
Yang Zimei smiled. "If it is antique, how much do you want to sell?"
"If it's antiques, at least count!"
The man held out a finger.
"One thousand?" Yang Zimei asked tentatively.
The man shook his head. "It's ten thousand! You have to give me at least ten thousand, and I'll sell it to you."
"Well, then ten thousand!" Yang Zimei was too lazy to bargain with him.
"Really?"
The man was a little distrustful of his ears, "Do you really give ten thousand?"
"Well. I don't know if it's antique, but it's very suitable for my family's censer. Ten thousand is ten thousand."
Yang Zi nodded.
When the man heard it, he was pleasantly surprised, and then reached out to take back the incense burner in her hand.