Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

A crowd surged forward.

I heard that an old lady dressed in country style wanted to buy raw stones, and all the idle people at the surrounding stalls gathered around to watch the spectacle.

An old man in a cloth shirt shook his head and called out to Song Xianglan:

"Grandma, this stone is not like the stones in your countryside. One cut and your living expenses for one or two months will be gone."

A tall, thin man chimed in:

"Raw stones aren't that expensive. A gamble is a gamble; once the bet is placed, it's done."

The foreigners who had originally left followed the crowd when they saw it gathering.

James, who was leading the group, came up to Song Tingting and started chattering away, asking everyone what they were arguing about.

Song Tingting translated what the onlookers had said.

James's eyes lit up. He pulled out his wallet, took out a few foreign bills, and handed them over. "Song, I'll buy this stone. It's a gift for you."

Song Tingting quickly waved her hand and pushed James's hand back.

"Really, we don't need to. We have money."

The onlookers were all talking at once, making a racket that gave me a headache.

Song Xianglan frowned, annoyed by the noise of these people, each one loud and prone to gesturing wildly.

She turned to stare at the walnut man, tapping her fingers on the stone:

"Name your price. If it's right, I'll buy it; if not, I'll leave."

An ordinary rough stone would cost at most twenty or thirty yuan on the market.

Walnut Man's eyes darted around, and he stretched out a hand.

Asking for the moon like a lion:

"Fifty!"

Song Xianglan glared at him and muttered:

"Too expensive."

The walnut man sneered, cracking two walnuts in his hand: "Old lady, just say you can't afford it. Those of you from the countryside should hold onto your wallets tightly and not lose sleep over the financial pain."

Song Xianglan's fiery temper flared up on the spot.

She reached into her pocket, pulled out a handful of change, and slapped it on the counter.

"You snobbish jerk!" Song Xianglan yelled back. "Who do you think you are? Do you think I'm the kind of person who can't sleep over fifty yuan?"

"If you drink too much, you'll pee on the spot; if you have a grudge, you'll settle it on the

Don't underestimate the poor and elderly.

The man with the walnut was stunned for a moment after being scolded, and then blurted out:

"and then?"

Song Xianglan snorted coldly: "Respect for the dead is paramount."

The man with the walnut-shaped hair turned green, grabbed a fifty-yuan note from the counter, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"So the old lady didn't know anything about jade gambling."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "I know what crops to plant in all four seasons, what pests cause yellowing leaves, and what pests cause curling leaves."

They know how to raise pigs, chickens, and ducks.

What use would I be to a piece of junk? What exactly do you mean by "jade gambling"? Is there anyone who can cut a stone for me?

The onlookers laughed.

Walnut Man deliberately wanted to see Song Xianglan make a fool of herself.

He glanced at the rock.

It's grayish-brown with a dry outer skin.

If he manages to get something good from this, he'll change his name.

Even if there is jade inside, it is definitely scrap material.

Several of them, who have been involved in jade for many years, have examined this batch of goods, and they have collected all the rough stones that could yield good material.

Walnut Man cleared his throat and loudly explained:

"Gambling on rough stones is a matter of one cut to riches or poor. When cutting a stone, you have to look at the outer skin and examine the translucency under light. This stone of yours has no skin and no translucency. Most likely, it will turn out to be a brick-like piece of rough."

Song Xianglan didn't listen at all; she just inexplicably found the stone pleasing to the eye.

Her sixth sense told her that this stone was definitely the right one.

Since her rebirth, her sixth sense has never been wrong.

"Let's open it."

Song Xianglan patted the stone.

The shop entrance was instantly packed with people.

Everyone loves watching the exciting scene of opening raw stones.

Song Tingting stood aside and translated Walnut Man's words to James and the other foreigners.

The foreigner nodded repeatedly, his eyes fixed on the stone-cutting machine.

The man with the walnuts turned his head and shouted, summoning an old man wearing an apron.

The experienced craftsman secured the stone to the stone cutting machine and turned on the power switch.

The gears whirred.

Stone chips flew everywhere.

After the first cut, rinse with water.

The cut surface was completely grayish-white, without even a single green speck.

The experienced mechanic stopped the machine, turned to Song Xianglan, and asked:

"Big sister, things look bad, should we continue?"

Song Xianglan was afraid that he would cut too hard and ruin the good stuff inside.

Good products are not about size, but about quality.

"Be careful when you cut it. If you find something good, I'll give you a red envelope." Song Xianglan waved her hand.

The old master craftsman chuckled:

"Big sister, I'll be careful."

The machine restarted.

The second cut was shallow.

When the water pipe was rinsed, a murky green hue appeared on the cut surface.

The old craftsman curled his lip, "The green color means the water quality is poor and there are too many impurities. It doesn't look like anything good."

Everyone sighed:

"What good things can a stone placed in a corner possibly contain?"

Good things won't end up in a corner.

"Experienced jade masters have a keen eye; they can tell what's inside a stone just by handling it."

The experienced craftsman adjusted the angle and continued cutting.

The master craftsman's expression changed as soon as he cut in two centimeters.

He shoved the machine away and grabbed a rag to wipe the cut surface clean.

The grinding machine's ear-piercing noise stopped.

One of the men who hung out with Walnut Man stepped forward and took a look, his eyelids twitching suddenly.

His expression was a mixture of disbelief, surprise, and annoyance.

Turning to Song Xianglan, he tried to keep his voice level, "Grandma, how about I buy this stone for one hundred and fifty yuan?"

"She bought it for fifty dollars and resold it for one hundred and fifty. The old lady is so lucky."

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes without any politeness.

These unscrupulous merchants are wicked.

She waved her hand, "Not for sale. I'm keeping it for my three younger relatives to use as jewelry."

The man became anxious.

"This little bit of green might not be enough to make jewelry."

Several knowledgeable people around her spoke up, saying that Song Xianglan had gotten incredibly lucky and advised her to take the money and leave.

Song Xianglan crossed her arms and remained unmoved by any persuasion.

No matter how much people tried to persuade him, he refused to sell.

The experienced craftsman took a deep breath and carefully wiped off the outer skin bit by bit.

Rinse with water.

A vibrant, pure green, devoid of any impurities, was exposed to the sunlight.

A collective gasp erupted from the crowd; everyone was stunned.

"Imperial Green of Glass Type"

"My God! It's been so many years since we've found such a fine jade!"

After the rough stone was cut away, it was revealed that it contained a whole piece of icy imperial green jadeite, larger than two of a man's fists.

Without a single impurity.

Walnut Man stood there, his jaw almost dropping to the ground.

The hand holding the walnuts froze in mid-air.

Regret and burning desire flashed in his eyes.

"Auntie, what price are you willing to pay? I haven't seen an Imperial Green jadeite in years."

Song Xianglan glanced sideways at the walnut man, "Would you have dared to drive it a few years ago? Aren't you afraid of biting off more than you can chew?"

Walnut Man's face turned bright red, and he shamelessly moved closer.

"Auntie, are you selling?"

Song Xianglan hugged the jade tightly to her chest. "Not for sale."

Name your price.

Song Xianglan had already figured out what to do with the imperial green jade in her arms.

Keep it for now, and find a skilled craftsman to polish it into jewelry in the future.

Shen Huijun got one set, Song Tingting got one set, and Fu Bao got one set.

Even this old lady needs a set.

Song Xianglan took out twenty ten-yuan bills from her pocket and stuffed them into the cutting master's hand. "This is the red envelope I promised you, thank you very much."

The cutter accepted the money with both hands, beaming from ear to ear.

He earned more than the boss today.

After he opened a top-quality icy imperial green stone, many people asked him to open rough stones afterward.

In the jade gambling business, people have a strong belief in luck.

The remaining people went completely mad.

Dozens of people swarmed towards the walnut man's stall to grab the pile of raw stone scraps in the corner.

The man with the walnut was jostled and staggered, and the way he looked at Song Xianglan completely changed.

This old lady is definitely a hidden gem.

"Auntie," the man with the walnut rubbed his hands together, his face beaming, "if you want to sell this jade in the future, sell it to me first. You're a real expert, so please help me assess it. What's the most valuable item in my cabinet?"

The man with the walnut pointed to a counter next to him.

Song Xianglan pouted.

She knew nothing about antiques; her sudden wealth was all due to her sixth sense.

Song Xianglan walked into the shop and glanced at the items in the glass cabinet.

None of them are worth much.

Her gaze swept past the cabinet, pointing to a broken bowl on the top shelf of the display case behind it: "That's the most valuable."

Walnut Man quickly moved a stool, stood on it, and took the bowl down.

Song Tingting stepped forward and examined it closely.

"You probably have some doubts about this bowl. There's a lot of skepticism involved."

"But I've heard people say that you can't judge a work solely by its signature and style." Song Tingting pointed to the bottom of the bowl. "Considering everything, this should be from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. It's something left over from the palace."

The man with the walnuts thanked him repeatedly, saying, "Even a young girl understands."

He quickly put the bowl away.

For the first time, I realized that there are always people more capable than you, and that there is always something beyond your understanding.

Song Xianglan pulled Song Tingting to say goodbye to James and the others.

After leaving Panjiayuan, the mother and daughter ate a steaming hot pot meal outside.

That evening, Song Tingting did not return to school.

They followed Song Xianglan back to the Locust Alley.

Song Xianglan handed the Jianzhan teacup she had bought during the day to Chen Zui, saying, "Take this. This Jianzhan is an old piece. It's not as good as the one that was taken by Xiao Rizi, but it will fetch a good price at auction in the future."

Chen accepted it with great joy.

"Godmother, why didn't you call me when you went to pick up bargains?"

"I'll call you next time."

Chen Zui stayed at a hotel that night.

Song Tingting and Song Xianglan squeezed onto one bed.

Song Tingting nestled in her mother's arms.

Song Xianglan patted her back gently, talking about things at home.

As Song Tingting listened, she unknowingly fell asleep.

Early the next morning.

Song Tingting ran to buy breakfast and put it on the table.

She grabbed the sesame seed cake and sugar triangle, and dashed out like a whirlwind.

"Mom, I'm going back to school."

The fourth day after Chen Zui left.

Tingting Clothing Store officially opened.

Song Xianglan hired two sales clerks in advance.

One of them is Chang Ping, Wu Da Niang's granddaughter, who is only sixteen years old this year.

Wu Da Niang's daughter married a man in the countryside when she was sent to work in the countryside.

With so many children, life isn't easy.

He has been unable to return to the city.

When Aunt Wu heard that Song Xianglan's shop was hiring, she quickly introduced her granddaughter to the shop.

This child is efficient, articulate, and unassuming.

It exuded a kind of spiritual energy, and Song Xianglan was satisfied with it.