Chapter 7: Encountering a relative (2)

Datku looked at it late, locked the back door and returned to the store. He was about to latch the front door and lock it, but a knock suddenly sounded on the door, stopping twice, and he seemed very hesitant. Datku knew that business was coming again, and he must be a freshman, so he would come and feel so guilty.

Datku opened the store door with a "rattle" and was shocked. There was a person standing outside the door, but it was not the kind of man and woman he used to disguise but still looked very rich, but a beggar! I saw that this man was unkempt and ragged in rags, his whole body was dirty, his face covered with dust, and he couldn't see his true face at all. Datku was stunned, understood, and shouted angrily: "Bah, bah! I don't have anything to 'send poor' here, get out of here!"

The man hesitated and turned around. Datku didn't care about him anymore and turned around and was about to close the door. Unexpectedly, the beggar opened his mouth timidly: "This, this shop, you... can you collect jewelry here?" Datku couldn't help but look up and down at this person, and he wouldn't disguise himself as a beggar, right? He replied impatiently: "You have to be a pawn shop to go as a pawn shop. There is a house on the west side of the intersection." But the beggar refused to give up and continued to say aloof: "I'm here, I'm here just coming from there. They said they didn't dare to accept it, so I asked me to come to you to try it."

Datku became interested. He thought for a while and stretched out his right hand and said, "What, bring me to see." Beggar touched his hand, took out a cloth bag with trembling, and handed it to Datku. Datku frowned and opened the dirty cloth, with purple and gold scissors inside! Datku looked at the scissors carefully, and his eyes became wider and wider. He had seen so many treasures, and his appreciation was extremely powerful, so he could see at a glance that the material of this scissor is from the extremely precious purple gold produced in the cold country, Bolu, and the hilt of the knife was inlaid with a rare gem - red spinel. Datku could immediately determine that this was indeed a rare treasure and its value was difficult to measure. But how could such a beggar have such a precious thing?

Datku quickly made several rounds of ideas in his heart, then he raised his head silently, stared at the person in front of him coldly, and pushed the other party down his head in a hurry, blushing to the base of his neck. Datku felt that he knew it, so he slowly spoke: "The thing is indeed a good thing. It is worth at least 5,000 taels of silver." "5,000 taels?! So much." Beggar shouted in surprise and joy. Datku sneered: "That's natural, I'll never deceive the price. But... can you tell me where this thing comes from?" The Beggar trembled all over, his eyes turned, and then he replied in a low voice: "It's...herited by the ancestors."

"Original inheritance?" Datku stared at the beggar with sharp eyes. Through his face, he could see that the other party's face turned pale. He said coldly: "It's a pity that this thing is not old. As far as I know, it won't last a hundred years. Your ancestors are at most grandfathers, right? Why are you so embarrassed after only three generations?" The beggar buried his head and said nothing. Datku's intention to excite him again, and then sneered again: "I think this thing is unknown, it's very strange. Could it be that you stolen it?"

Beggar was shocked, and his whole body was trembling. He came over to grab the scissors and said, "No, it was not stolen. You... don't give it back to me." Datku was not willing to give it back to him. While pushing him, he said, "Your beggar's behavior is so suspicious. Maybe it's not known that you killed someone and robbed money. I want to keep this thing to report to the government..." Before he finished speaking, he saw that the beggar's face changed drastically, and his eyes were shattered, and he rushed up like crazy, knocking Datku to the ground. Datku originally intended to scare him, and it would be better to scare him away and beggar's baby to be a waste. Unexpectedly, this person was trying his best to commit a murder, so he quickly let go of his hand, Beggar's snatched back the scissors and ran towards the intersection of the street.

It took Dartku a long time to get up from the ground, stroking his arm that was hit so much that he was hit, and muttered repeatedly: "It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous! Meet a lunatic!"

Yang Lin continued to flee to death in a panic. When he reached the intersection, he rushed straight to the opposite street before he could see the road conditions clearly. He almost hit a majestic black horse. He heard the horse "Xili" neighing, and his reaction was sharp. He leaned back and did not step on Yang Lin's body. The person on the horse was almost overturned to the ground and pulled the reins to stabilize his body.

Mei Yingchun patted the belly of "Mo Feng". She could feel it was frightened. She couldn't help but whisper in pain: "It's really a matter of seeking death. If she didn't walk, she would have lost her life." Someone in the carriage behind her was calling: "Mr. Mei, what's wrong?" Mei Yingchun felt refreshed when she heard this gentle voice, and hurriedly turned around and smiled: "Miss Ajun, nothing is wrong. A beggar walked around and almost ran into it."

Shen Jun breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, but saw Aunt He lifting the curtain of the car beside him, looking out of the car with a nervous expression, and hurriedly said, "Auntie He, Mr. Mei said it's okay." Seeing Aunt He still stared out intently, she said, "Auntie, what are you looking at?" Aunt He looked for a while before putting down the curtain of the car, and replied with a little sadness: "I was dazzled just now, and it seemed like I saw my son." Shen Jun asked, "Really? Should I let Mr. Mei catch up and take a look?"

Aunt He smiled bitterly and shook his head: "No, it's not him." Shen Jun thoughtfully held Aunt He's arm and whispered: "Auntie, don't worry too much. Didn't we all agree? My cousin is the chief guard of the prime minister of the dynasty, and I will beg him to help you find your son. I think he will definitely have a solution. Maybe in a few days, you will be able to reunite mother and son." Aunt He replied in a daze: "Let me borrow the auspicious words of Miss Ajun."
Chapter completed!