Kapitel 1233: Who Would Buy Someone Else's Pickled Vegetable Tank?

Seeing that her husband had embarrassed her in front of outsiders, the woman immediately flew into a rage. "Not bad, you've grown up, haven't you? Isn't it just a broken vat? Why can't I sell it?"

When the man saw that she was furious, he subconsciously wanted to retreat, but he quickly gathered his courage. "This vat… It was left behind by my grandfather…"

The woman immediately sneered. "How many years has that old thing been dead? Why do you still have a broken vat?"

"I've long found it an eyesore. Even if I don't sell it, I'm going to smash it today."

When the man heard this, he hurriedly hugged the jar tightly. "You really can't smash it. This jar is quite old. Only the pickled vegetables that are marinated in this jar will taste good. If you change it to a new jar, it won't taste that good."

His reason was obviously more convincing than his grandfather's. The woman immediately hesitated.