"It may be that my uncle is back, Brother Fan, you sit, I'll go and see. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Zhang Zhen said something to Mo Feifei, quickly got up, and went out.

Not long after, Zhang Zhen came in with a man who was also in his fifties, with dark skin and a thin body, but with a kind smile on his face. The two of them talked and laughed, and they could guess the identity of the man at a glance.

Seeing him come in, Mo Feifei took the initiative to stand up and greeted warmly: "Hello uncle." ”

Su Zhe and the fat man were not idle, one smiled brighter than the other: "Uncle is good." ”

"Hello, sit down, sit down. "Uncle Zhang Zhen is a loyal rural man, and his smile is full of enthusiasm and sincerity. As he spoke, he took out a pack of five-yuan Lushan cigarettes from his pocket, and said politely while tearing the outer packaging: "Come on, come on, smoke and smoke." ”

Mo Feifei was quick-eyed, quickly took out a cigarette from his pocket, opened the lid of the box directly, took out one and handed it over: "Come on, smoke mine, smoke mine." ”

"You are guests, how can you smoke you? ”

"It's the same, pumping mine, pumping me. ”

couldn't resist Mo's extraordinary enthusiasm, and finally Uncle Zhang Zhen had to take the cigarette with both hands.

After everyone sat down, they were soon in the living room.

"Listen to Xiao Zhen, did you go to the countryside to collect old things?" Uncle Zhang Zhen said straight to the point.

Mo Feifei didn't hide anything from him, and said straight to the point: "That's right." We opened a small shop in Southwest City, and the capital turnover was a little ineffective, so we wanted to come down to receive the goods and get some working capital. By the way, Zhang Zhen also works for us. ”

"Oh, I see, I can't see that you are so young, you all have your own careers. Uncle Zhang Zhen smiled with satisfaction, and couldn't help but say: "Zhang Zhen, he used to be old and out of tune, and his parents broke their hearts for him." Now, it's a serious job job. Don't worry, as long as I can help, I will help. ”

Mo Feifei patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Thank you so much uncle." That's right, we heard that there is a family in your village, saying that the ancestor is a big official, and the family may be a little old. I won't let my uncle do it in vain, and I'll give you a five-point commission. ”

Uncle Zhang Zhen: "What commission?"

Mo Feifei: "It's five percent." Join me and I'll spend 10,000 yuan on collecting things, and I'll give you a commission of 500 yuan. ”

Uncle Zhang Zhen: "That's not what I mean, I mean, why do you want to give me money, it's a matter of helping." If you give me money, it will be too much of an outlook. ”

Zhang Zhen: "Brother Fan, don't be polite, the countrymen are simple, don't use these courtesies." ”

Mo Feifei snorted, and then asked, "Then uncle, can you tell me the situation of this family?"

Uncle Zhang Zhen didn't even think about it, and opened his mouth and said, "What you said should be Lao Yutou's family." In our village, if you want to say that there are the most old things, it is his family. ”

Zhang Zhen bowed his head slightly, in his impression, that person did have such a nickname.

Mo Feifei: "Well, can you tell me about the situation of this family." ”

Uncle Zhang Zhen took a puff of cigarette and said, "This old Yutou is not from our village. His grandfather fled here, and I heard that he was hiding from the war. Anyway, no matter what the reason, just settle down.

Before the reform and opening up, their family was the richest man in the village, and they didn't have to do anything, they could live a life without worrying about food and clothing. Old man's father, who also married Mrs. Sifang, is a well-known rich man in these four miles and eight towns, and is also a bad landlord who goes out in four miles and eight towns, often preying on the common people and bullying women from good families.

Later, when the local tyrants divided the land, their house was raided, and when the four old things were broken, those old things and valuable things were either handed over or smashed.

Later, the family was down, and the four aunts and wives died and ran away, and by the old generation of the head, it was already miserable. When the old man was in his fifties, he begged a stupid wife, and his wife gave birth to a son and died.

Old man Yu relied on firewood and hunting, and brought up this son with hard work. However, the son is not filial, and when he grew up, he went out and never came back.

Now, when he is over 70 years old, he is guarding a dilapidated house waiting to die. Oh, poor. This old Yutou's personality was already weird, but since he beat his son and didn't come back, it has become even weirder. Now the young people in the village have gone out to work, and they only come back during the Chinese New Year, and they can't find anyone to talk to. There was no one in the village except for me to speak to him once in a while.

Alas, God is fair, the old man who is old enough to do too much evil, and the retribution is all on the old man. ”

Rural people are simple, and they regard the sins they have suffered now as retribution.

After listening, everyone couldn't help but sigh a little, it seems that this old man is still quite pitiful.

Only the fat man realized it later, and asked in a loud voice: "What, the old things have been copied, so we didn't run for nothing?"

Uncle Zhang Zhen shook his head with a smile: "How can I copy it all, I heard that the old Yutou's father also hid some good things." A few years ago, I also went to his house to see it, and there are indeed some beautiful old objects. I saw that his life was a mess now, and I persuaded him to sell these old things, maybe he could exchange them for ten or eight yuan. However, Old Man Yu didn't say that he wouldn't sell them, but also said that even if he died, he would take those things to the coffin. ”

The fat man tilted his head: "What a strange old man." Holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food, there is something wrong. ”

Uncle Zhang Zhen: "Hehe, it's not. Not to mention too much, you can always get a few thousand yuan, and you won't get a subsistence allowance every month. ”

A few thousand yuan may not be a big deal for Mo Feifei and the others. But, for the redneck, that's a lot of money.

Mo Feifei held his head and thought for a moment. As it stands, this is still a tricky matter.

However, if you don't give it a try, how can you do it?

"Then let's finish our meal and go over to see how it goes. Mo Feifei said slowly.

Uncle Zhang Zhen was a warm-hearted person, and when he heard him say this, he nodded hurriedly: "I'll accompany you over to have a look in a while." If it really doesn't work, go to another house and ask. Don't look at our village is not big, but some people still have some old things. Moreover, it is useless to keep these things, it is better to exchange them for money. ”

Mo Feifei: "That's the best, thank you, uncle." ”

"What's polite, it's just a small thing. You boys will talk first, and I'll go to the kitchen to help light the fire, and we'll be able to eat soon. ”

Fat man: "Thank you, uncle, the venison is braised and must be made into braised meat." ”

Uncle Zhang Zhen promised: "Okay, good." ”

After he left, Su Zhe, Fatty, and Zhang Zhen gathered around Mo Feifei and asked, "Brother Fan, what should we do next?"

(To be continued.) )