Eighties Sweetheart Wife-Chapter 72 - Asheng’s Secret_1

Chapter 72: Chapter 72: Asheng’s Secret_1

Chapter 72 -72: Asheng’s Secret_1

Su Junze also turned to look at Qin Siqi, “The chubby little boy?”

“Yeah, that’s him.

The kind who would follow anyone for a piece of candy.

He has a weird ability to sense the approximate age of old items, and whether they’re real or fake.”

Lin Qing and Su Junze were momentarily stunned, looking at Qin Siqi with disbelief.

“Sigh, I knew you wouldn’t believe it.

I’ve tested it myself.

Unfortunately, there aren’t any good things in that broken place of Erdao River, and even if there were, people wouldn’t sell them to you.”

She thought for a bit and continued, “It’s just like the copper Buddha at Grandma Sun’s next door.

Little Asheng took a look and said the Buddha dated far back from now.”

“But that doesn’t prove anything, does it?”

“Yet if you ask him in detail and let him touch and feel it properly, he can tell the approximate age, like how many years it dates back from now.

For that copper Buddha, Little Asheng said it was about 130 years old.

At the time, I made a bet with him: if he was right, I’d be his horse to ride, but if he was wrong, he had to give me a piece of his orange candy.”

Qin Siqi finished speaking with a pout, looking aggrieved, “Then we went to ask Grandma Sun, and she said it had been passed down from our ancestors, about 128 years ago.”

Lin Qing and Su Junze exchanged a look, their interest piqued, yet they were still skeptical.

A big kid and a little kid, probably just playing around when they got it right.

“I also thought it was a fluke, but then I tested him with things he didn’t know about.

We just picked a random place, Old Liu’s family in the Song family’s backyard.

They had an 8-seater table, and Song Mingsheng named the year.

It was only off by one year…”

Su Junze commented, “That’s quite magical.

We could find a chance to test it.”

Lin Qing’s eyes flickered, grinning, “I just happen to have a Jade Ruyi, let him feel it.

There’s no real loss anyway.”

Good idea.

Su Junze hesitated, “But, being at odds with the Song family like this, isn’t it a bit inappropriate?”

Lin Qing replied, “My sister mentioned she wanted to visit Old Mrs.

Song before leaving.” Then, with a smile that was not quite a smile, she reminded Su Junze, “By the way, there are many things my sister doesn’t know.

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Su Junze laughed heartily, “Don’t worry, I know my limits.”

Qin Siqi leaned back, her dreams clouded with images of Little Asheng being bought by another group and then locked up.

She clenched her teeth, suppressing a twinge of guilt and unease in her heart, and glanced at Lin Qing without a trace.

In her dream, the three of them had conspired to sell Little Asheng.

But that was just a dream, right?

How could she possibly have that ability?

Besides, it’s illegal.

Moreover, the real world and the dream were completely opposite.

So, she definitely couldn’t do something like that!

Meanwhile, Song Yunuan brought her brother, who was eating canned peaches from a small rice bowl, to her room.

She steeled her heart and snatched the small rice bowl containing two pieces of peach.

Just as Little Asheng was about to cry, he suddenly heard his long-missed sister’s voice.

[How should I tell my brother that Qin Siqi is a bad egg?

She and Lin Qing joined forces to deceive him to Beidu and sold him to a group of people.

Those people then locked him up.]

[They enticed him with sweet words and treats, making him appraise antiques for them.

Then they fed him like feeding a pig, ending up turning him into a big fat boy, calling him Big Fat Pig.]

Little Asheng’s face suddenly changed.

Deceived…locked up?

Big Fat Pig?

He didn’t dare to move, staring at Song Yunuan without blinking.

Song Yunuan sighed, her obedient and clever little brother was so adorable.

“A little brother who isn’t even as good as a fat pig, already ten years old, yet doesn’t grow taller, just fatter, like a meatball, struggling even to walk.

In the summer, the flesh on his body was rotten, and he would cry every day wanting to go home, then those people would start to beat him, even making him eat the feces they excreted, and if he didn’t eat, they wouldn’t give him water to drink…”

Little Asheng, though gluttonous, also knew that feces couldn’t be eaten.

He felt so disgusted that he suddenly vomited.

The incident startled Song Yunuan, who then picked him up and, with revulsion, tossed him beside the kang bed, cursing, “Eat, eat, eat, that’s all you know how to do every day.

Were you a pig in your past life?”

Asheng, teary-eyed, watched his sister scold him while she went to get paper to clean up the mess on the kang bed, and then she took him to the yard to wash and rinse his mouth, before poking his forehead and continuing to scold him, “You had a full meal tonight, we were busy and didn’t pay attention to you, but you actually finished off a whole jar of peach preserves.

Were you reincarnated from a starving ghost?”

At this time, Old Mrs.

Song was discussing with her two daughters-in-law in the house about how to sell things, and had also called Song Liang to think about how to break down scrap fabric or cloth.

Old Man Song went to collect the fish baskets, and since Asheng was preoccupied with the peach preserves, he didn’t follow him out to play.

Instead, he stayed at home where Old Mrs.

Song opened a jar for him, filled a small bowl, and then busied herself elsewhere.

In the end, only the last two small pieces were left in the small bowl.

The story was triggered by the scene of Song Yunuan’s little brother sitting on a small stool and burying his head in the peach preserves.

Her eyes were filled with gloom.

Lin Qing, Qin Siqi, and Su Junze accidentally let a villain from Beidu known as Master Hai discover Asheng’s secret.

Thus, in order not to offend Master Hai, they sold Asheng off.

They then excused themselves, claiming that all of Song Mingsheng’s family had perished, leaving only him.

Handing him to Master Hai was for his own good.

Indeed, at first, Master Hai had intended to take good care of him; after all, this was a cash cow.

But upon learning that the brother had an exceptional memory and intelligence, he grew worried about future revenge, so he penned the brother up like a pig.

Song Yunuan didn’t understand how a jar of peach preserves could trigger such an event, but now that it had, she had to be careful.

Little Asheng’s tears were falling pitter-patter, and he didn’t dare to make a sound as he cried; he simply looked pitiful.

Song Yunuan couldn’t help but soften her voice and asked, “Asheng, will you listen to your sister?”

Little Asheng’s voice was choked up, “I will listen, I’ll listen to sister, I…

I…”

He wanted to say he wouldn’t eat anymore, but not eating would lead to starvation.

Without candy, he would be unhappy.

Without meat, his heart would ache.

It was quite a dilemma.

However, what Song Yunuan was talking about was something else.

She led her brother into the house, where the windows were open, and the smell from before had dissipated.

Little Asheng hung his head in shame, nervously twisting his fingers.

Yet Song Yunuan took out that late Ming Dynasty double-handle official furnace and asked Asheng, “Tell your sister, do you know how many years this is from the present?”

Asheng timidly extended his hand, “Then I…

I need to touch it to know.”

His small hand rested on it for just a few seconds, and then Little Asheng lifted his head, “Sister, it seems to be around 350 years or so.”

As Song Yunuan’s heart sank, she initially assessed the double-handle official furnace to be authentic.

Of course, there were inscriptions on the bottom, but those didn’t count.

Old Mr.

Ji was an expert in this field, and after he confirmed its origins as late Ming, the markings on the bottom were believed to be genuine.

Therefore, this was from the year 1630, and the current year was 1980.

Exactly 350 years from now!