Super leak detection system

Chapter 7 Porcelain Vase
Zhang Xiaonan's eyes widened, and he looked at Wang Tingting in disbelief, why is this girl talking nonsense!
But Wang Tingting was rolling her eyes at him.

If this is a girlfriend, then it is more or less a family.

There's nothing wrong with saying that.

"How did it become ours? It's not a very expensive thing, and it can be sold for a few dollars. You don't know how much we suffer from taking care of this old man."

Zhang Xiaonan's aunt was nagging viciously again, but his uncle didn't dare to say anything.

Immortal, immortal.The angry Zhang Xiaonan was shaking all over!

He really didn't want to stay here, so he simply stood a little further away, and went in after they finished their work.

After a while, his uncle and aunt went to wipe the dust off the furniture in the yard.

Zhang Xiaonan and Wang Tingting walked into the room
They walked into the back room, and just opened the door curtain, a stench immediately hit their faces.

The smell was like a sour smell from the toilet.

Wang Tingting almost threw up, and went out holding her nose.

Zhang Xiaonan still got used to it, felt a little nauseous for a while, then pinched his nose and looked inside.

In the next second, his tears flowed out.

His grandfather was leaning against the wall with no expression on his face, only his eyes could move slightly.

The old man's withered hands trembled slightly, his mouth faltered as if he wanted to say something, but he didn't say a word.

There are already some yellow and thin things sticking around the slumped sitting, like shit.

It's everywhere on the trousers and the kang.

The clothes on his body also seemed to be gnawed by mice.There are also traces of dry rice grains and halazi on the chest.

With this appearance in front of him, he is really not as good as a beggar on the street.

At this time, his uncle came in, raised his hand and patted Zhang Xiaonan's shoulder, saying,

"Little man, after moving, let's go to my uncle's house for a while."

Zhang Xiaonan stood there in a daze, and it took him a while to come back to his senses.

He gritted his teeth and said,
"I want to clean up for grandpa."

"Let's go, leave him alone, it's okay."

Uncle said casually.

Zhang Xiaonan gritted his teeth, tears of resentment flowed out.

He turned around and said angrily,

"roll!"

His uncle trembled in fright, complained a few words, and walked away in a panic.

Zhang Xiaonan found a washbasin.

All the good things have been taken away by my uncle and aunt, leaving only a small clay pot with a gap.

He fetched water from the outside with a clay basin, took off his grandfather's clothes, and then slowly wiped his body.

After wiping, put it on for grandpa again.

Wang Tingting stood outside the yard. She saw Zhang Xiaonan cleaning the old man's body through the holed window paper.

This is an upright, kind and filial man.

If such people are saving people for a certain purpose, there will be no good people in the world.

Wang Jun's prejudice disgusted her.

She felt that the only way to change this situation was to get Zhang Xiaonan out of poverty and have more wealth.

Only then will his words and actions carry weight.

When Zhang Xiaonan was wiping his body, he suddenly felt his grandpa's hand shaking slightly, as if he was resisting.

"Uh-huh."

He raised his head and saw tears streaming from the old man's sluggish eyes, his head was also struggling to the left, and his mouth moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something.

"It'll be fine soon, Grandpa."

Zhang Xiaonan suddenly felt sore in his heart.

No matter what the old man did when he was young, whoever saw him in this pitiful state could not help but shed tears.

It's so pathetic.

"Uh-huh."

The old man's mouth was still wriggling with difficulty.

Zhang Xiaonan followed the old man's gaze and found something similar to a jar.

It has some yellow dirt on the outside, like a big dirty lantern.

Could it be that grandpa wants to go to the toilet?

Zhang Xiaonan didn't think of the wealth rewarded by the system, and now his mind is full of the pitiful appearance of his grandfather.

Besides, what does a shit jar have to do with wealth?

He resisted the nausea caused by the stench, carefully carried the jar and put it on the kang, and then helped the old man to sit on it slowly.

The old man tried hard to refuse, but he was powerless.

When he sat down, there was no response for a long time.

Are you uncomfortable?

Zhang Xiaonan was a little confused.

After a long time, Zhang Xiaonan found that the old man hadn't moved, helped him down again, helped him put on his clothes, and leaned against the wall.

"Uh-huh.."

The old man shook his head slightly in the direction of the jar again, his mouth still making whining noises.

"Oh!"

It must be too disgusting to dislike the taste.

Zhang Xiaonan then went out with the dirty jar, intending to completely remove the smell.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaonan was carrying something in his hand, as if he was about to throw it away, the old man cried out anxiously, tears streaming down his face.

But he could only watch Zhang Xiaonan leave with his things.

The old man closed his eyes helplessly.

Maybe this is life!
The bored Wang Ting was strolling in the small yard, casually looking around.

The yard was desolate, nothing could be seen except for a few dead trees.

The courtyard wall is very low, and the top of the wall is overgrown with weeds.

She was kicking the dirt boredly when she saw Zhang Xiaonan coming out with one hand covering his nose and the other holding something.

Wang Tingting also wanted to cover her nostrils and hide away.

However, living in an antique family for a long time, she is very sensitive to the shape of any object.

She just caught a glimpse of what Zhang Xiaonan was holding in his hand, and then she couldn't move her eyes away.

The thing Zhang Xiaonan is carrying in his hand has the same shape as a porcelain vase.

The mouth of the bottle is turned outward, the neck is short, the belly is cylindrical, and the bottom is ring-shaped. It looks like a big lantern as a whole.

However, the outside of it was covered by some yellow dirt, so Wang Tingting couldn't tell what color it was originally.

For some reason, Wang Tingting has a natural affinity for the jar in Zhang Xiaonan's hands.

Her intuition told her that this jar was absolutely extraordinary.

Seeing that Zhang Xiaonan seemed about to throw away the jar, she decided to stop it immediately.

But if he yelled in a hurry, the other party would tremble in fright, and the things would be broken.

Zhang Xiaonan really wanted to throw this thing away, because it was full of grandpa's excrement.

The aunts and uncles were too unfilial. Seeing that the old man couldn't walk, he directly found a broken porcelain bottle as a toilet.

The mouth of the bottle is not particularly big, so it was pulled everywhere, and the dirt inside had already agglomerated.

He was about to throw it over the wall when he was suddenly blocked by a figure.

Wang Tingting vomited due to the smell from the bottle, and couldn't open her eyes.

"what happened?"

Zhang Xiaonan also covered his nose and asked with a frown.

Wang Tingting coughed, anxiously pointed at the bottle and shook her head.

Zhang Xiaonan hurriedly moved the bottle to one side, not wanting the dirty bottle to touch Wang Tingting.

But this jar is not a small object, and there is already some excrement in it, so it is also very heavy.

Zhang Xiaonan couldn't hold on for a long time with one arm, and Wang Tingting couldn't speak for a while because of the smell.

When Zhang Xiaonan's fingers pinched on the bottle began to turn red, and his arms trembled violently, it was estimated that the bottle would fall to the ground in the next second.

The young lady gritted her teeth and rushed forward.

(End of this chapter)