Xu Ying felt distressed when he thought about those plagued antiques, how much was it worth.

But because it didn't happen now, she could accept it, but now her uncle sold an antique to a ragged collector.

One dollar, one dollar, and my uncle and aunt are still complacent, thinking that they are cheap.

"Speaking of our village, there is a brick at the east end of the village when there is a toilet at home, and the brick is different from other bricks, with patterns, he doesn't know where it came from, and he also took a fancy to the tatters, and gave him five cents to take away."

Qiu Meihua also said something.

Xu Ying's heart trembled again, another antique.

Fortunately, it is not her own home, if this is her own home, she will die of distress.

yes, yes, she remembered.

The people here don't know the value of antiques yet.

There are also silver dollars, she remembers that there are a lot of silver dollars at home, all kinds of them, there are Yuan Datou, there are Sun Yat-sen, there are statues of foreign goddesses, there are warriors with swords, more than a dozen looks, she remembers that her father said in her previous life that he took more than 100 silver dollars for a bicycle later.

There are also copper coins, and there are a lot of copper coins here.

Her mother Qiu Meihua's dowry has a lot of copper coins, and most of the copper coins were sold by her mother when she knew the value of antiques in her previous life.

Mom said that all the rags were picked up, and two dollars were collected.

There is only a little left in the family, she has seen it, and there are those from the Tang Dynasty, these are all leftovers, what about those who were picked away?

It's all money, money.

How could she think there were no specialties here?

You must know that most of the cities in the Central Plains are ancient capitals.

These are all riches.

But what should I do?

How can we keep these?

If she spends money to collect it, then everyone knows the value of antiques and copper coins in the future, do you want to scold her for being black-hearted? What about making the big guy's money?

But she wants to say that these things are very valuable, so let everyone not sell them, and keep them for a few years, will everyone listen to her?

As soon as she thought that these things would be collected by those who collected tatters in the future, Xu Ying was unwilling in her heart.

She had to think of something.

Xu Ying thought in her heart, and her mouth didn't stop. I ate two bowls of lo mein, and then soaked half a bowl of porridge to eat.

"Yingzi, you eat less and be careful."

Liu Mingda looked at his daughter-in-law's eating appearance and was a little stunned. How can the daughter-in-law eat like this, the daughter-in-law was quite able to eat when she was in Heibei, but she didn't expect to come back, not only is the amount of food not small, but she eats more. The mother-in-law also said that the daughter-in-law eats cat food, if it is all cat food, others don't have to live.

"No, don't worry."

Xu Ying signaled that she was fine, she hadn't eaten it for a long time, she missed this taste, and she was the type who didn't get fat when she ate dry, so she didn't have to worry about it at all.

"Uncle, concubine, if you come across anything with patterns in the future, don't sell it, and send it to my house." Let my dad count the money for you, it must be higher than what is given outside. ”

Xu Ying said to a few people.

"What do you want that thing for? You don't sell it. ”

He asked with some puzzlement.

"Keep it, if it's worth it later."

Xu Ying smiled.

"It seems that Yingzi has spare money, who has nothing to do with it, but you said it, we all remember it, and we will send it to your house if there is one in the future."

And the concubine agreed.

Qiu Yu and Cui Feng naturally had nothing to say, their nieces, they must be heading.

Xu Chen and Qiu Meihua didn't speak, and the girl had her own ideas about doing things. They just helped.

"The latter is the ancient meeting of Xiaojuan and their village, this year ago, this is the only meeting, Yingzi is back, let's go."

Cui Feng invited a few people.

Xu Ying was stunned. The ancient meeting is a custom that has continued here for many years.

On the days of the meeting, the people of the village would be hospitable.

Friends and relatives at home will come to the door.

During the time of the ancient meeting, the troupe will be invited to sing the big opera.

The streets of this village are filled with vendors of all kinds.

Vegetable sellers, sundries, pastries, clothes, you name it.

However, there are not many villages that can have ancient associations now, and there are dozens or hundreds of villages in the vicinity. There are only five villages with ancient associations.

Villages like Xu Ying and Qiu Zhuang did not have this qualification, and it was not until many years later that the association was established.

I haven't been in a meeting for at least ten or twenty years, and Xu Ying is a little moved.

"Zhong, let's see if it's a good day that day, let's all go, Mingda hasn't seen what it will be like, let Yingzi take him to see, you find someone to deliver a message to Xiaojuan, let her prepare an extra table, we have a lot of family, don't have no place to sit that day."

Qiu Meihua responded.

Her daughter married far away and couldn't come back often, so her two nieces told her that she would go around her relatives in the future, which could be regarded as acting for Yingzi.

Qiu Meihua agreed, so the New Year's Festival and the time of the meeting will be moved.

After the decision was made, everyone moved tables and stools to drink water and chatter in the yard, in order to wait for Grandpa Xu Ying to come back.

At about three o'clock, a figure flickered at the door, and a little old man walked in.

"When I got to the gate, I heard the sound of talking, why is it so lively today, they all came to my house, who is here?"

The little old man said as he walked.

"The plum blossoms are back, the ministers are also here, you don't like to come in the past two years, the second year of junior high school has not come for several years, come on the second day of the junior high school this year, don't be afraid of those who slander the son-in-law, if they dare to slander you, I will scold them." Hezhong, this Xiaowei and Xiaohui are here, who is this, why haven't you seen it, Yingzi? Is Yingzi back? ”

The little old man entered the courtyard and took a roll call one by one, he first said to Xu Chen, asked him to come over in the second year of junior high school, and then saw Liu Mingda, feeling that he didn't know, and finally saw Xu Ying on Liu Mingda's side, now he was in a hurry, and walked two steps to the front, looking carefully.

"Grandpa."

Xu Ying stood up and shouted excitedly.

"It's really Yingzi, when will you come back, why don't you say a word, if you say it, I will live in your house, and I will wait for you to come back, you girl, I knew what I was going to do in the kiln today."

Xu Ying's grandfather Qiu Baochang was also very excited.

Xu Ying looked at her grandfather.

Grandpa is not tall, just over 1.6 meters, and when he is older, he is even shorter, his hair is very short, and he is gray.

Grandpa has very dark skin, a lot of frowns on his face, and his eyes appear small.

Grandpa has good cooking skills, so he often goes to cook for the kiln to earn wages.

Grandpa and grandma love themselves very much, and when they buy something delicious, grandpa always walks several miles to deliver it to their home.

During the Chinese New Year, grandpa didn't have two younger brothers to buy new clothes, but he definitely had his own.

When he left the time to get married, his grandfather gave him the only four dollars and seven cents and two cents in his pocket.

"Grandpa, sit down, I decided to come back temporarily, it was too far, so I didn't write a letter, I came back directly by car, my parents didn't know it."

Xu Ying stepped forward and grabbed his grandfather's arm, put him on the bench, and poured a glass of water for his grandfather and put it in front of him. (To be continued.) )

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