Chapter 237
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Jiang Yao was speechless again. She didn't expect that there would be such a benefit to improving her eyesight. This was simply a good tool to pick up scraps in the antique street.
Jiang Yao felt that it was a pity. She had already added all her points to her physical strength, and her favorability didn't change much recently.
"Jiang Yao, buy that bottle. Sell it later and make some money to buy me that ring!" Moe's tail swept Jiang Yao's face vigorously, urging Jiang Yao to ask how much the bottle was worth. He was still thinking about the ring on the display window.
Jiang Yao's face was covered in fur from Moe's tail. She slapped Moe's butt, and Moe immediately became obedient.
"Boss, how much is the bottle behind you?" Jiang Yao looked at the pile of things behind the stall owner. If one didn't pay attention, they would think that it was rubbish. There was only a bottle lying on the ground.
The stall owner was stunned. He didn't expect the girl in front of him to ask about something else without asking if she wanted the sword. He looked back at the inconspicuous bottle that he had thrown to the side and was instantly amused. "Little girl, that thing is worthless. Don't take it. Listen to uncle and take this sword. A few days ago, I sold a painting for a thousand yuan. That person sold it for two hundred thousand yuan! This sword will definitely be sold for a higher price! "
"Is that a vase?" Jiang Yao wasn't the least bit interested in that broken sword. Instead, she was interested in the bottle with a thousand years of history that Moe mentioned. She was short of money now. It would be good if she could sell it and make a profit.
"What vase! Little girl, that's not a vase! "The stall owner waved his hand." That's a chamber pot! Do you know what a chamber pot is used for? "
Jiang Yao's face instantly turned red.
Chamber pot …
Of course she knew what it was. A chamber pot was a man's urinal in ancient times!
Jiang Yao looked at the stall owner who lifted his foot to kick the bottle as he spoke. The bottle turned and revealed a handle. The stall owner looked at it with disdain. "This thing was given to me together with other things. It's free. What good can it be? Besides, it doesn't sound good for a girl like you to buy such things. "
Jiang Yao knew that it was a chamber pot and she was not going to buy it in the future!
Not to mention a thousand years old, even if it was ten thousand years old or a hundred million years old, she still wouldn't want it!
Jiang Yao turned around and walked away. She pulled a long face and glared at Moe who was in her arms. She scolded, "You're not reliable!"
Moe immediately exploded, "Buy it! Why didn't you buy it? That thing is the antique you're talking about! "
Jiang Yao walked further and further away. Moe seemed to see his new toy getting further and further away from him.
"That's a chamber pot! In ancient times, whenever I think about how a man's thing had touched the opening of a urinal, I feel disgusted! You still want me to buy it? After buying it, he would carry it back to the dormitory and then place it in the dormitory for sex every night? I'm not a pervert! "Jiang Yao threw Moe back to the ground angrily." Leave on your own! "
Moe didn't know what a chamber pot was. He only knew that antiques were valuable and money could buy him new toys. Seeing Jiang Yao so angry, he felt that Jiang Yao was unreasonable, unreasonable, and even unreasonable!
Jiang Yao couldn't get over her mysophobia. She felt that if Lu Xingzhi found out that she bought an antique chamber pot, Lu Xingzhi would probably teach her a lesson.
Unless she paid for it and didn't touch it, someone would immediately buy it and not let her see it again. Otherwise, she would feel disgusted.
In ancient times, men had many wives and concubines. Who knew if the owner had any illness or disgusting hobbies?
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