The first uncle on the left, the first aunt on the right, Jiang Xiaochi's head swelled when he listened.

Uncle Zhao gave an appraisal one by one, and Song Lao Er won the school and made a lot of money.

Jiang Xiaochi flipped through the pile of broken books, and there were many old books with pages lost, and there were many varieties, but he couldn't understand any of them.

According to Uncle Zhao's introduction, Jiang Xiaochi casually divided another point. Old books are very trendy, and you need to set fire to bake them on the kang when you have time.

None of the categories are wrong, and Song Lao Er didn't understand: "When did you go to school, do you know all these books?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi said nonsense: "Those who fit the eye edge are kept, and those who don't fit the eye edge are kept to occupy space." ”

Song Laoer's mood is even more desperate, he is also a cultural person without education!

In the end, Jiang Xiaochi actually found a complete set of "The Legend of the West Chamber" in a bunch of villain books, hand-drawn, which was completely beyond Jiang Xiaochi's expectations.

In addition, there are "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "The White-Haired Girl", "Monkey King Three Fights White Bone Spirit", "Chicken Feather Letter", especially "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is still stereotypical.

Jiang Xiaochi looked at the publication time again, and the publication date of the West Chamber was actually 1925.

Jiang Xiaochi's mood was surging.

In the early days, except for the four olds, most of the villain books were burned, especially in the early days, it is rare to say, the more precious they are.

The rest of the periods are all collected, anyway, they are all collections, no matter whether they are good or bad, Jiang Xiaochi carefully put the books together.

The rest of the scattered ones don't know if they can be matched, Jiang Xiaochi has brought them together, and will return when he has time in the future.

Jiang Xiaochi looked at the walls in the house, Taichao was not suitable for these things to be preserved at all.

However, the conditions are limited, which makes Jiang Xiaochi feel very embarrassed: "Do you have lime powder at home, bamboo charcoal is fine, the house is too damp, I'm afraid that all good things will be wasted here." ”

Song Lao Er nodded and said yes, and then he was on the rise: "Success!" It's okay, I'll burn the kang in the house again. I'll bring more things with me tomorrow, and maybe I can collect some good ones if I go farther. I haven't gone to the river yet, Xiaotang has said, I will definitely be able to receive fun. ”

Song Lao Er is also on the rise, and he is encouraged by Jiang Xiaochi, and he has the determination to do a big job.

Jiang Xiaochi didn't mean to let Song Lao Er go to tatters for the rest of his life: "If you see it, you will accept it." It is estimated that the potato harvest will come in the next two days, and it is important to be busy with serious things. ”

In fact, Jiang Xiaochi had long been ecstatic about these things, and he couldn't wait to travel to the modern era immediately, sell them out, and make a lot of money.

But the focus is still to grasp clearly, and the life in front of you is the most important.

Jiang Xiaochi was tired after looking around, and sat down on a bench behind him.

The stool leg was a little lame, Jiang Xiaochi didn't pay attention, as soon as his butt was glued to the stool, he flickered, and Jiang Xiaochi almost fell on his back.

Jiang Xiaochi rubbed his buttocks, and finally experienced the feeling of falling eight petals on his buttocks.

Jiang Xiaochi scolded, thinking to himself that he Wang Shouyi didn't have two melons and jujubes in his hand, why did he still have raw insects on this broken stool.

After only a few curses, Jiang Xiaochi glanced at Song Lao Er before he came back to his senses: "Could it be that you also received it?" ”

Song Lao Er mysteriously closed the window, and the light in the room suddenly brightened a lot: "Don't look down on it, it's yellow rosewood." When I was in college, my classmates had one, and the texture felt the same. ”

Uncle Zhao didn't react at all, and Jiang Xiaochi's heart was also cold.

Jiang Xiaochi's expression changed a little bit, and Song Lao Er didn't have any bottom in his heart: "Gone?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi was afraid that Song Lao Er would be embarrassed: "Keep the fire ......"

Before the word "pity" could be spoken, Uncle Zhao's incomparable Kirby movement came from his brain.

"The wood grain is flowing and the overall is very accessible, and this stool has a lot of tree grain faults, and the overall texture is not as good as Huanghuali. But ......"

Speaking of this, Uncle Zhao gasped: "This is a stool made of red acid wood in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, genuine!" ”

"It's a pity to keep it on the fire." Jiang Xiaochi gasped and almost choked to death.

Song Laoer's face was dark, and when he heard Jiang Xiaochi say this, his expression was slightly better.

I carefully lay on the stool and took a look, and at this glance, it was indeed very different from the Huanghuali of my classmates.

Summed up in my heart: Why don't you just go away.

Jiang Xiaochi: "Later, let's find someone who understands and ask, I look like red sour wood." ”

Jiang Xiaochi was almost angry with Uncle Zhao and vomited blood, thinking that the system was unreliable.

Uncle Zhao was aggrieved: "Unfortunately, the whole server was restarted just now, and I was stuck." ”

Jiang Xiaochi thought to himself, it's a pity that he didn't have a choice, sooner or later there will be a time to fold his hands.

It is definitely not decent to collect the rags along the street, it is okay for Song Lao Er to go out once or twice like this, if people want to know that Song Lao Er is disguised and disguised, I am afraid it will be even more difficult to end.

A casually broken stool was red sour wood, and Jiang Xiaochi had an unexpected idea in his mind.

"Second child, is there anyone in the village who can beat furniture?"

Song Lao Er: "What's this, Old Man Guan has this skill, and he also accepted two little apprentices." ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "Then ask Old Man Guan if he has time, if he has time to make some dinner tables and kang cabinets." ”

Song Lao Er: "Success!" I asked Mr. Guan to fight a few big ones. ”

Jiang Xiaochi shook his hand: "No!" Let's keep the old for the new. ”

"Trade-in?" Song Lao Er heard this word for the first time, and felt that Jiang Xiaochi's saying this was different from taking good things for rags.

"Wouldn't it be a loss for us to exchange broken copper and rotten iron!"

What can there be in tatters these years, the old newspapers and old paper shells are still fresh, and the objects that every family has are nothing more than broken pots and bowls, and the broken ones are not eye-catching at all.

Jiang Xiaochi: "If you want to break the old furniture of copper and iron, we should engage in welfare and give back to the township." ”

Song Lao Erxin said: Yes! Go back and hurry up to recruit some people, otherwise you will still be a little busy.

Jiang Xiaochi: "Second brother, why don't we start a new house next year, why don't we collect some wood now?" ”

Song Lao Er: "Collect wood? ”

Tianshui Village is close to the mountains, and now the mountains and forests have not been contracted, and the resources in the mountains are shared by the villagers.

If any family builds a new house, they will go to the mountains to cut wood when they beat furniture.

More or less, no matter which courtyard there is a pile of wood, it is like a hill in case of emergency.

As soon as Jiang Xiaochi came up with the idea, Song Lao Er began to think about how to collect wood.

This is a really good project, not to mention that it is convenient for yourself, and you can also sell it in the city if you have more, not all village wood is as convenient as Sweetwater Village.

The only thing that makes Song Lao Er feel embarrassed is that his business seems to be a bit miscellaneous.

But since the daughter-in-law said it, she has to beat wherever she points out.

Jiang Dawu was in a hurry to find Song Lao Er in Mantianshui Village: "Oops! I finally found your boy, and I thought that you would lead the girl to the city again. ”

Song Lao Er hippie: "What's the matter, so urgent." ”

Jiang Dawu: "What's the matter, it's a good thing!" ”

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