Chapter 73 The Chosen Son
Song Yunuan asked her brother to get on the kang and stop standing on the ground.
She asked Asheng: "Do you know how much the incense burner you chose for grandpa is worth?"
Asheng stared with big confused eyes and shook his head.
For children who are only five years old, people in rural areas do not like to count their first birthdays, so they count them as fictitious years. In fact, they still have one month until their fourth birthday.
No matter how smart you are, you are still a child.
"Then let me tell you, this is worth ten thousand yuan!"
Little Asheng was so frightened that he immediately opened his eyes and covered his mouth.
"You can buy 10,000 catties of chicken cakes or more than 10,000 catties of pork. By the way, if you buy steamed dumplings, you can buy 200,000 large steamed dumplings!"
Little Asheng was so shocked that he couldn't even close his mouth.
"A Sheng, sister knows that you are smart, and you can understand what she says. Your ability is terrible. You can't let others know, especially Qin Siqi, your former fake sister, and our family's enemy Lin Qing. If anyone asks you something, just say you don’t know.”
Asheng nodded hurriedly, and what Hai Ye was talking about in her sister's mind just now.
"By the way, you should especially be careful about a man named Hai Ye. He is a big bad guy. He likes to eat children's meat. After catching you, he will steam you in a big iron pot and dip it in soy sauce."
There were tears on Asheng's face, and his little heart was pounding. Why, he was still young, why did he have to remember so many things.
Suddenly an idea flashed: "Sister, until I grow up, can I always follow my sister?"
Song Yunuan ruthlessly refused: "I am going to high school in September this year, how can you follow me?"
But Ah Sheng suddenly remembered something and said hurriedly: "Sister, if I say I don't know, it will be unhappy."
"Who would be unhappy?" These words startled Song Yunuan.
Ah Sheng pointed to the two-ear official stove: "That's it."
"What if you don't touch it?"
"But I can tell that there is light on this one, which is different from the others."
Song Yunuan became thoughtful.
At the same time, I was also frightened.
My younger brother is the chosen one. This ability is too incredible.
After Asheng fell asleep, Song Yunuan called her grandparents and parents together for a small meeting. Every time this happened, Mrs. Song felt frightened.
Song Yunuan held the double-eared official stove in her hand.
He glanced at Grandpa, who had a normal expression, and said directly: "Grandpa, do you know how much the incense burner Asheng helped you pick is worth?"
Old Songtou was ordered to smoke less now, so he just rubbed the pot with his hand. He shouldn't have cared about it, but his serious-looking granddaughter made him stutter uneasily: "How much is it worth...?"
"Worth ten thousand yuan!"
Mrs. Song chuckled: "Xiao Nuan, don't tease your grandpa."
[Why am I teasing you? 】
[Do you know, this is Asheng’s ability! 】
[In the world that you have not experienced yet, Asheng was deceived by Qin Siqi, Lin Qing and Su Junze into Beidu, and then resold. Because he had the ability to identify real and fake antiques, he was imprisoned by a man named Haiye. Get up, the house you live in has no windows, and if you don’t obey, you will be beaten to death...]
Ahhhh...! ! !
Xia Guilan held back her trembling and hatred, and pretended not to hear. She could only ask excitedly: "Xiao Nuan, is this really worth one... ten thousand yuan?"
"Grandpa Ji told me." Song Yunuan looked at everyone: "The reason I didn't take it out was because I was worried that grandpa would take advantage of it and send it back to others. But this is called picking up leaks. Generally, you can't find anything when you encounter it, but just now I Only then did I realize that Asheng was not just talking casually, he could really feel whether the old objects were real or fake.”
"Do you know how terrifying this ability is?"
Song Liang's face turned pale. Although he did not travel far and wide, he knew a lot of things, including antiques from the golden age of troubled times.
Antiques are becoming more and more valuable nowadays.
Asheng's ability is like a child holding a treasure in the city.
It's normal to be remembered.
Song Yunuan: "The main reason is that Asheng is greedy. We still need to control him until he grows up."
Mrs. Song suddenly cried: "Xiao Nuan, you grew up in the city. I don't know that the disaster in the past two years didn't have enough to eat. Ah Sheng was afraid of hunger. In fact, it wasn't just him. How could any child in the village be hungry?" Greedy?"
Song Yunuan was silent.
It seems like this. At present, it is good for every household to maintain food and clothing.
There is still a long way to go before eating well.
Old Songtou couldn't care less about how much the incense burner was worth. He understood what Xiao Nuan meant, so he opened his eyes and told his family to shut his mouth tightly and let Song Yunuan go to rest. They all remembered what she said. .
Song Yunuan thought it was okay. After all, the plot was triggered in advance, so with psychological preparation, she knew how to deal with it.
So, Song Yunuan, who yawned and had no worries, slowly went back to the room.
After Song Yunuan left, several people gathered together and talked about Asheng's terrifying ability and the four people who needed attention.
Old Song was holding the incense burner and was about to take a look at it, but Mrs. Song snatched it off and then carefully put it in the cabinet.
But in fact, they really don't believe that this thing is worth 10,000 yuan.
Ten thousand yuan, that is such a distant number.
Mrs. Song stared at Song Liang: "The only way is to make money. When you have money, buy more delicious food, and Asheng will not be greedy."
But at this moment, the loudspeaker of the brigade headquarters suddenly rang.
"All villagers are attentive. All villagers are attentive. The brigade department has issued a notice. At ten o'clock in the morning on Sunday, the Nanshan County Cultural Troupe will go to the countryside to perform a condolence performance. The first stop is our Erdaohe. All villagers are asked to actively participate and bring their own benches. , notification completed!”
This is the magnetic and passionate voice of Captain Chu.
Song Yunuan lives with her younger brother. The little guy had a restless sleep today and was suddenly woken up.
Rubbing his eyes, after understanding what he heard, he suddenly said to Song Yunuan: "Sister, I have thought of a way."
Song Yunuan touched the little guy's head. He used to sleep with his parents, and he has been with her since she came back.
Song Yunuan asked him: "What solution have you come up with?"
Song Mingsheng crawled over, knelt down in front of his sister, and said, "I can tell them clearly in my heart, but it's okay if I don't say it to others."
Song Yunuan nodded.
The child was obedient and cute, and Song Yunuan asked him to continue sleeping in a gentle voice.
Chu Zizhou's voice was very passionate and passionate, but it obviously frightened the villagers of Erdaohe a lot.
Nowadays, there are no entertainment activities, and lighting lights costs money, so many people go to bed early.
This loudspeaker must have scared many people awake.
But no one dared to scold.
Chu Zizhou is from Beidu.
Chu Zizhou is a college student.
I heard that Chu Zizhou's grandfather was very powerful. Deputy County Zhao mentioned Chu Zizhou's grandfather with respect.
Therefore, the villagers in Erdaohe Village are very obedient.
After working during the day, I actively went to the brigade headquarters to help build the stage and move things at night, because the members of the Nanshan Art Troupe came to the countryside to perform condolences!