Siheyuan: Old Zhao Who Collects Rags

Dressed as a small grocery store owner, most of the shelves are empty, and all the colleagues are waiting to laugh. Until I took out a bronze tiger charm from an old clay pot, with modern characters engraved on the back that could make a conversation. This is nothing but rags, this is a storehouse of handles for the beasts in the yard. The whole hospital knelt down and called Brother Zhao, I didn't like the noise, so I only accepted hard currency.