There is a cloud in the ancients, and the old woman's footwear is stinky and long.

This sentence definitely makes sense for his existence.

It's just that the pair of foot wraps that Jiang Xiao brought from 693 AD and belonged to Princess Taiping are a bit old. You can't smell it unless you get close and smell it.

But it is really long, and because it is too old, the foot wrap has turned yellow.

If you don't say it is a foot wrap, then no one knows its foot wrap.

In the eyes of others, isn't it just two rags!

The anger in Little Curly and Mullet Head turned into a sneer at this moment.

"Co-authoring made us wait for a long time, so you took out two rags and said it was an old thing?"

"Then is this your father's diaper, or your grandfather's bath towel?"

"Don't make fun of you. If it's a serious occasion, you can show me this if I take off my pants?"

"My buddy, you really have something. How old are you with this surname Wan? You came here to make trouble?"

"Ah ha ha ha ha ha!"

The two of them held back their breath for a long time, then released them all at once, and outputted frantically, so Wu Yongchang who was accompanying Wu Yongchang couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed.

Uncle Wu whispered in Jiang Xiao's ear:

"I think my face is thick enough, I didn't expect you to be thicker than me?"

Jiang Xiao scratched his ears and thought:

Didn’t you say that it’s fine to bring an old thing, he wouldn’t know he would be laughed at.

The system said clearly, this is Princess Taiping's personal belongings in 693 AD, and it has a history of more than a thousand years.

Is this not old enough?

But its appearance is too ordinary.

If it weren't for professional archaeology, no matter how you look at it, it is just two yellowed rags.

This is something Jiang Xiao unexpectedly.

Although it's really an old object, it's a big question mark if others can see it.

Small curls and mullet heads kept laughing, and Wu Yongchang felt a little ashamed of what Jiang Xiao had prepared.

I knew that before I brought Jiang Xiao in, I should be more resolute and let him check first.

How awkward it is.

Only Wan Ying was quiet, keeping his eyes on the two leggings on Jiang Xiao's hand.

Unbelievable in his eyes.

Jiang Xiaoxin said that this is over, this old man seems to be going crazy.

People gave themselves so much face, saw themselves so, and walked through the back door to let themselves in a team, which caused dissatisfaction with the two hot brothers.

However, he took out two rags, which not only lost Wu Yongchang's people, but also lost Wan Ying's face.

"Well, I am so sorry, this is the only old thing in my house, I don't know if it can be useful..."

The old man Wanying tremblingly raised a hand and pointed to the rag in Jiang Xiao's hand.

It seemed that he was about to turn his face completely, Jiang Xiao was already mentally prepared.

Surprisingly, the old man's words turned into:

"Xiao... Xiaojiang, if I read the shape of your fabric correctly, it should be the footwear of the old society?"

There was a glimmer of hope in Jiang Xiao's heart.

The old man Wanying seems to be savvy, there seems to be a show?

"Yes, yes, I didn't expect Elder Wan you to know this thing?"

Wan Ying looked at Jiang Xiao, looked at Jiang Xiao very seriously and said:

"Jiang Xiaoyou, can this thing give me a glance?"

"of course can."

Jiang Xiao handed the things to Wan Ying honestly, letting go of his hanging heart.

Anyhow, if people know this thing, they can prove that it is indeed an old thing.

As for whether it can be achieved in the end, it depends on what Old Man said.

The two young people have not stopped their laughter, and feel that it is too funny to see someone handing out two rags as a charity on this occasion.

After taking the things, Wan Ying looked closely in their eyes, thinking that he was doing a show.

To save Jiang Xiao and his face.

Mullet Head even regarded this as the biggest joke he heard today, and a little bit wanted to start this matter in the circle of friends.

He smiled and said to Little Curly:

"It seems that what we came here today is quite worth it. Have you ever seen anyone auctioning footwear at a charity auction?"

Little Curly spoke very tacitly:

"I have not seen."

Mullet head said:

"I haven't seen it either."

Small curl road:

"A serious person who takes a rag as a treasure."

"Ahahahahahahaha..."

While Wan Ying looked at the pair of footwear carefully, the two young men who had been cut in by Jiang Xiao began the second round of ridicule.

But this does not affect Wanying's concentration.

Wan Ying didn't even know where he took out a magnifying glass, and he observed the stitches on the two leggings.

Jiang Xiao ignored the ridicule of the little curly hair and the mullet head, watching Wan Ying's seemingly slow movements with curiosity.

Seeing this posture seemed quite professional, he tilted his head and asked Wu Yongchang:

"What did Old Man do before?"

Wu Yongchang lowered his voice as much as possible, and said two words like a mosquito and flies in Jiang Xiao's ear as he was afraid that others would hear:

"School lieutenant."

Captain?

Isn't this title an official title in ancient times?

It's been a long time since I've solved Fang, why is there still such a name?

Wu Yongchang looked at Jiang Xiao scratching his head and couldn't think of the way he was, and then secretly reminded him in his ear:

"Add two more words in front,'touch gold'!"

Jiang Xiao suddenly realized.

When the school lieutenant adds the word "mojin", it becomes a profession.

Jiang Xiao didn't read so many online novels for nothing. He was really too familiar with the term jing school captain.

He has a sense of vision for this kind of profession since he was a child.

Such people generally have great abilities, otherwise they would not dare to touch the dead.

Jiang Xiao's sense of admiration for Wanying in his heart suddenly +10086.

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