Doubi, a clean-faced man, went to the pigeon market and bumped into a bald man making a sneaky trade. Activate the antique identification system, and you can see at a glance that the other person is holding a Ru kiln brush washer. Mrs. Jia Zhang was still scolding me for being idle at the door, so I sent the porcelain to the cultural relics store in exchange for half-year food stamps.
