what?

you…………

Qian Qinglian looked at him with wide eyes, and recalled the wedding night in her mind.

I remember that was her first time. She was very shy and unskilled and made a lot of jokes. But because she was young and bold, she still did a lot of things that make her blush when she thinks about them now.

But when she thought about Wang Qingsong under the bed at that time, she felt inexplicably funny.

She looked at Wang Qingsong with a smile: "I remember it was very cold. How did you hold on all night?"

When Wang Qingsong heard about that night, a painful expression appeared on his face: "I remember Simmons mattresses were popular at that time, and that bed cost more than 300 yuan, which was just enough for lying down.

If it were a big kang, I would have no place to hide.

It was indeed cold. I was wearing a large military cotton-padded coat. The coat was like a small quilt, but it was still a bit cold, but I could hold my breath.

It’s mainly because you guys were making too much noise up there.”

Qian Qinglian showed a strange smile on her face and reached out to touch Wang Qingsong's face: "Don't work yet, let me ask you, that night, were you... tormented?"

Wang Qingsong stopped shoveling and saw Qian Qinglian's smile. He immediately understood what she meant and said with a red face, "It's really tormenting, but the noise you guys made wasn't that big.

If you are outside the door, you may not be able to hear it.

But I was under the bed, and I could hear your breathing and whispers clearly."

Hahahaha...

Qian Qinglian laughed and said: "It's hard for you, I didn't expect you to be down there, but things change over time.

You were under the bed when I got married, and now that I'm married, you've finally turned over.

Now I'm at the bottom and you're at the top.

You turned over."

Turn over?

Wang Qingsong thought about it carefully and found that this word was used very well and was too essential.

He smiled and said, "It's not easy. After so many years, I finally went from sleeping under the bed to sleeping on the bed."

Qian Qinglian smiled and said, "I understand now. It turns out that you had feelings for me at that time. It's hard for you to endure it for so many years.

You dig first, dig out something, then come into the house and I’ll let you sleep on the bed for once.

Make up for the pain of sleeping under the bed that night."

Wang Qingsong had an awkward expression on his face: "Last night, I was... a little tired."

Qian Qinglian smiled and said, "Wait a minute, I'll go get the medicine and be back in a while.

When you dig out the treasure, I will reward you!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and walked towards the gate of the courtyard.

Wang Qingsong looked at Qian Qinglian's back with a bitter look on his face. He suddenly felt that a woman's big appetite was not a good thing.

He never took medicine before, but he started taking it a few days ago.

If this continues... Thinking of this, he found that the muscles in his lower back were particularly tight, so he reached out and gently rubbed the muscles in his lower back.

The muscles in my lower back were sore and numb, and after rubbing them a few times, they were slightly relieved.

Pick up the shovel again and dig hard.

Click~

The sound of shovel hitting porcelain could be heard.

Wang Qingsong suddenly started, put down Tieqing, squatted down, and carefully dug away the soil on it with his hands.

A jar of pickled cabbage was revealed. I opened the jar and looked inside. It was pitch black and I couldn't see inside the jar at all.

I put my hand into the jar and felt around, and suddenly my fingers touched something that looked like a plastic bag.

Reach out and grab it and pull it out.

It was indeed a plastic bag, containing a book and a small bag.

He untied the rope on the plastic bag and took out two things from it.

A book and something like a small bag.

He first looked at the cover of the book. There were two big characters "医贯" written in traditional Chinese characters on it. The edges of the book were frayed, the paper was yellowed, and there was a musty smell.

There was also a foul smell, which seemed to be the smell of ink.

He couldn't help but said, "They say it's the scent of ink from books, why does the ink smell bad to me?"

He opened the cover and saw the words written inside: "Yi Guan (1687 AD) Ming. Zhao Xianke ("

Seeing this, he suddenly understood that this was a book from the Ming Dynasty.

He took out his cell phone and subtracted 2025 from 1687, the result was 337 years.

He was somewhat disappointed when he saw this, as the book was only over 300 years old and although it could be considered an antique, its value was limited.

He flipped through the contents of the book and was even more disappointed, as it was full of prescriptions.

Today, traditional Chinese medicine is in decline and prescriptions are worthless.

A Chinese medicine book, even if it is an antique, has limited value.

He estimated it and estimated that it would be only about 200,000 or 300,000 yuan.

When he looked at the golden medicine bag in another hand, he was shocked.

The gold wire medicine bag is made of gold wire, which is not surprising at all. What surprised him was the workmanship. Each gold wire did not look like it was made by ancient hands. He felt that it looked a bit like it was made with modern technology.

Each gold thread is of the same thickness, and the key is that each gold thread is very uniform.

It looks like it was made with modern machines.

Just based on the craftsmanship, he felt it was worth at least a million.

He calculated that the Medical Scripture plus the gold-thread medicine bag would cost at least one million and four hundred thousand.

He suddenly felt excited at the thought of making 1.4 or 500,000 yuan by selling it.

After thinking for a while, he put the two things back into the plastic bag, took out his phone, found a person named Wu Chongyun in the phone book, and dialed the number: "Hello, Lao Wu, what are you doing?"

Wu Chongyun smiled and said, "I'm drinking with some friends. Do you want to come?"

Wang Qingsong thought for a moment and said, “I can’t come for the time being, but I have something I want to ask you for help with.

You are knowledgeable about antiques, and I want to sell you a medical book and a gold-thread medicine bag."

Wu Chongyun smiled and said, "Is this true? Where did you get these things?

is that true? "

Wang Qingsong said seriously: "What do you mean by saying this? Am I giving you a fake?

This is a book from the Ming Dynasty, written in 1687 by a man named Zhao Xianke.”

Wu Chongyun put away his joking tone and became serious: “If this is true, then it is worth money.

Let me tell you, I have a doctor named Wang who is collecting medical books.

The price given is definitely high.

You are going to be rich!"