"More than 80,000 yuan, the price is low, don't sell it, keep it in your hands, this thing has a price a year, what I know is only this year's price, and next year may be another price."

Liu Yi replied very simply, and handed the things to Uncle Song by the way, seeing that Uncle Song was a little worried about whether his hand would slip off, he didn't want to hand the things to Xiao Wu, and he had to take into account the feelings of others.

"I'm sorry to make you see the joke, countryman, I haven't seen the world!" Uncle Song was a little embarrassed, Song Wanlin was a little apologetic, Liu Yi smiled, he didn't care, how many rural people of the older generation have seen the world?

"It's fine!"

Leo Yi began to look at other things, and some other things belonged to miscellaneous items.

"Peking Opera Baimei Magazine, yes, there are such things? But if it is not a set, if it is a complete set, it will be about three or four thousand, and if it is not a single set, it will be two or three hundred! ”

Liu Yi's words made Song Wanlin's face red and white: "When I was a child, I folded these into cards!" ”

"Books in the Republic of China, stacking cards? How creative! ”

Liu Yi laughed exaggeratedly, and the others laughed too.

"By the way, you have educated youths here? How else could there be these books? Liu Yi smiled enough before asking.

"Yes, just living in my house, who would have thought it was worth so much money? When I left, I left a lot of books, all of which I sold as waste paper! ”

Uncle Song really wanted to find a wall to hit this time, there seemed to be a hundred and ten copies at that time, how much was a hundred and ten copies?

"No, there is also this book, the collection of essays for the 50th anniversary of National Peking University, the price is about 20,000!"

It's okay that Liu Yi doesn't evaluate this, but as soon as he evaluated, Uncle Song's face also changed wildly, damn, if they were all similar books, wouldn't they be worth millions now?

"It's okay, Uncle Song, you didn't know the price at that time, many people didn't know, most of the books were sold as waste paper, you don't have to be too sad, I'm afraid there are many people who are as sad as you!"

Liu Yi's words are equivalent to not saying them, but when he said that he was registered, Liu Yi's face was not very good, and many of the books in Daddy's Taoist Temple were folded into cards by himself? If it weren't for the difficulty of getting into the mountains, I'm afraid a lot of books would be sold as waste paper, right?

"Xiaobao, you kid is sad fart, I treat Bao as waste paper, what are you sad about?" Uncle Song glanced at Liu Yi and said indignantly.

"What kind of baby are you, my father's is a baby, they are all books that are more than a hundred years old, and they have been folded into cards by me!" Liu Yi slapped himself hard, even if the Taoist book is not as valuable as others, it is a book that is more than a hundred years old.

"Don't be sad, your uncle and I don't do the same?"

In the blink of an eye, it was the turn of others to comfort Liu Yi, Liu Yi's heart was relieved, Uncle Song was no longer sad, this thing was caused by himself, to be honest, he was indeed a little uncomfortable, and he did damage a lot of books when he was a child.

"Think about it when you were a child, what a sin!" Lewy sighed.

"yes, yes!" Xiao Wu nodded wildly beside him, he also damaged a lot of things when he was a child, and often played with glass as glass, and he also regretted it when he thought about it.

"Okay, let's not talk about it, let's continue to see, maybe there are still good things!"

Liu Yi stopped the topic, and wanted to talk about it, one afternoon was not enough, and there were too many wrongful things he did when he was a child.

A few comic books, eight years old, at that time there was not much circulation, and not many remained, because the age is relatively recent, the price is not very high, about 2,000 to 3,000.

Two wooden boxes, very damaged, on the Chengzhitang brush inscription, things from the Republic of China, but the wood is very poor, worthless, to be honest, even if this thing is thrown away, no one wants it, what is Chengzhitang? I haven't heard of it, and there is no record in history, it is estimated that this thing is a box used by a small local pharmacy, very ordinary, Liu Yi said directly to this, this thing is not valuable.

There were also a few small wooden benches, and Liu Yi couldn't cry or laugh when he saw them.

"I said, Uncle Song, you don't think this thing is also an antique, right? **The locust wood stool of the 10s, how can it be said that it can't be counted as an antique? ”

"It's okay, it's just that I've been looking at it for a long time, so I'll show you if it's an antique!"

Uncle Song smirked a little, to be honest, he couldn't believe Liu Yi's age, he took this thing in private, purely to be elegant, and didn't mean anything else.

The last one is not an old object, a foreign plate, when it was eight years old, this thing was particularly popular, but there were very few foreign plates like this object, Huanghuali wood, although the age is not far enough, the wood used is not a wood with years, and the patchwork traces are very heavy, but this is a foreign plate made of yellow rosewood, and the price is not expensive.

"Hainan Huanghuali wood foreign plate, just an ordinary foreign plate, not a work of art, probably more than 5,000, the price of this thing is easy from person to person, there may be 10,000 yuan if you like it!"

This is the last object, Liu Yi stretched after getting up, if he didn't have the eyesight of the past few years, I'm afraid these things would be enough for him to identify for a few days, how could it be like now that the identification was completed in less than two hours?

After the appraisal, Song Wanlin packed up all the valuable items and stored them separately, Xiao Wu basked in the sun on the chair on the side, he wanted to help, but Uncle Song didn't let him.

Liu Yi and Uncle Song chatted for a while, and then they were ready to get up and say goodbye, Uncle Song's house did not build a building, there were not many rooms, and there were no extra beds, even if there were, Liu Yi did not plan to have dinner here.

"Uncle Song, since it's over, then Xiao Wu and I will leave!"

"Stay here tonight, right? Don't worry, my family has no place to live, Wan Lin and his uncle's house have many rooms, there is enough space, Uncle Wan Lin went to the mountains to catch turtles in the morning, pure mountain stream turtles, besides, you and Wan Lin haven't seen each other for many years, and they also talk and chat at night, and if you want to excuse yourself, it will be out of sight. ”

Uncle Song is very enthusiastic, he has always been very enthusiastic, and Liu Yi lived in Songwan Village a few times back then.

"No, Uncle Song, I still have something to do at night, so that's it!"

Liu Yi said goodbye, it's okay for him to live in Songwan Village, the key issue, Xiao Wu came with him, Xiao Wu is definitely not used to living in the countryside, it doesn't matter if it's his own home, living in someone else's house is always a little awkward, and his brother can't do it like this.

"Xiaobao, wait, there are some things you can help you look at, see how much it is worth?"

The aunt also came out of the room, and when she came out, she was holding a paper bag in her hand, wrapped layer after layer, the paper bag was very large, although she didn't take it out, Liu Yi determined from the shape of the package at a glance, that thing was a silver dollar, there are many people in the countryside who regard the silver dollar as an heirloom, in fact, the price of the silver dollar is not so high, except for a few rare and expensive, it is generally Yuan Datou.

"It seems that Uncle Song still has a lot of family heirlooms, I don't know if it was changed in the past nine years or left by the elders, this thing is not much for ordinary people!"

Liu Yi said naturally has his truth, rural people regard silver dollars as heirlooms, and it is not a matter of one or two days, but six or seven years ago, most of the silver dollars were made into jewelry, and now there are really not many saved in the countryside, and most people do not have a single one.

In the past nine years, there were a lot of counterfeit money, just fancy this aspect, carrying bags of fake silver dollars, selling them in the village, I don't know how many people were deceived back then, so Liu Yi asked such a question.