Song Lao Er grinned from the moment he entered the door, and waited for Jiang Xiaochi to finish his work before he spoke.

"Why don't you ask me how my harvest is today?"

Jiang Xiaochi looked at Song Lao Er for a long time, and then he reacted, thinking that Song Lao Er was hungry and forgot all about going out today.

"You also said that you don't know your family but you're not worried, why did you delay coming back so late?"

Jiang Xiaochi lowered his voice, for fear that Jiang Xiaotang, who was sleeping at the gate, would hear it.

Song Lao Er hugged a large mouthful of rice and sent it to his mouth, and his voice was very low: "I'm afraid that there are a lot of things in the car, and it is too obvious for Liang to enter the village." ”

Jiang Xiaochi was happy when he heard this: "What treasures are you collecting, I will see that I am happy for you." ”

Song Lao Er took another bite of food: "I don't know either, but there must be years." We didn't have enough things to change, and we had money in our pockets, otherwise I wouldn't be able to harvest things, and I would have liver pain when I felt uncomfortable. ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "Look at you, don't forget to eat when you talk." ”

Song Lao Er continued: "Do you know that in order to collect this little bit of play, but when you meet the village, you shout, and you don't leave a village without empty hands."

No matter which aunt sells the feudal dregs of the family to me, her face is full of joy.

I also discussed with them that if the weather is good, I will go back to the next one. ”

Jiang Xiaochi was made to smile bitterly: "It's really fake, it turns out that you are so eye-catching?" ”

Song Lao Er nodded: "I also feel that I have chosen the wrong profession, it seems that walking in the village is really suitable for me." ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "That thing is hidden?" ”

Jiang Xiaochi summed up in his heart, ruined his talents, he really shouldn't have let Song Lao Er go to college in the first place.

Look at his little bit of goodness!

Song Lao'er's stomach was a little low, and the speed of eating slowed down: "Don't worry, I see that there is really no one, so I sneaked into my second brother's house." ”

The second brother who Song Lao Er called so close in his mouth is Wang Shouyi, whom he respects very much now, and the second leper Wang who he looked down on back then.

If Song Lao Er doesn't understand anything, it is false, but the bad guy's Dongsiliu also has a set of courtyard houses.

After so many years of mixing at the feet of the Son of Heaven, I know a lot about it.

Especially when I tossed around with Da Shunzi and went out to change the tatters, this little thing was really not there.

Suppressing his curiosity, Jiang Xiaochi finally managed to survive until the next morning.

After a random breakfast, Song Lao Er led Jiang Xiaochi out of the door.

It's breakfast point, and every house in Sweet Water Village is smoky.

The rhubarb and erhuang who have nothing to eat by themselves bark twice when they see people, but they only see Jiang Xiaochi turning around with his tail between his legs and running away, and he has to tick two drops of urine on the ground by the way.

Song Lao Er felt: "It's still a beast with spirituality!" ”

Jiang Xiaochi understood the words: "Knowing that I am a tigress, do you regret it?" ”

Song Lao Er immediately coaxed: "I mean, I have a comparison with beasts." ”

Song Lao Er led Jiang Xiaochi into Wang Shouyi's courtyard, Jiang Xiaochi raised his eyes and looked, the tattered upside-down donkey he collected yesterday was still in the courtyard.

There are tattered and tattered things on the donkey riding upside down, waste paper shells, books, rusty nails, and enamel basins with leaky bottoms...... In short, everything you need.

Jiang Xiaochi: "That's all?" ”

Song Lao Er led Jiang Xiaochi to the house: "Whoever has seen it has to be put in the house." ”

Wang Shouyi's house has been empty and unoccupied, and the cold walls are covered with frost. Song Lao Er occasionally used this as a warehouse, so as not to be a little lonely.

Wang Shouyi knew that he would not be able to go back to Tianshui Village in the future, even if he returned to Tianshui Village, there was still a house for Wang Tofu's family to live in, so he wanted to send the house to Jiang Xiaochi.

But the house is a big matter, and Jiang Xiaochi feels that it is not sloppy.

The brother still had to settle the account, so he asked Jiang Dawu to be the middleman, and paid a little money to buy the house.

The two decided to wait for Kaichun to pick up Wang Shouyi's old house and build a two-story building.

In this way, even if the family adds imports, it can be lived.

Song Lao Er mysteriously moved out of the kang cabinet, one by one, and vacated all the things he thought were eye-catching.

First of all, there are two large strings of patina on them, and the words Dakang Tongbao are engraved on them.

Jiang Xiaochi didn't understand this, he only knew that there was Kangqian Tongbao before, and he really didn't know about other Tongbao, so he invited Uncle Zhao out again.

"I'm really sorry, it's too late again, making you laugh" Jiang Xiaochi almost laughed.

Uncle Zhao is not ambiguous at all, this time he really understands everything.

"Liao Dynasty coins, one is worth about 2,000 in later generations."

Jiang Xiaochi's eyelids jumped: "Second child, how did you collect it?" ”

Song Lao Er was proud: "An enamel washbasin." ”

Jiang Xiaochi gasped, and counted the new strings of hemp rope, how could there be eighteen or nineteen strings of hemp ropes.

"This value can be sold by one in the future."

Song Lao Er's expression was modest: "I just don't know what dynasty." ”

Jiang Xiaochi: "It doesn't matter, keep it first, anyway, it's not the time to make a move." ”

Song Lao Er then took out a copper incense burner, and Jiang Xiaochi could tell that it was used to burn incense and worship the Buddha if he didn't understand it.

The rust is not visible, and you don't know how many years it has been buried in the soil when you see it.

Uncle Zhao: "Imitations from the late Qing Dynasty are worthless. ”

Jiang Xiaochi was curious: "What about this?" What's the change? ”

Send it to the second child and answer simply: "Two soap boxes, but I won't see if it's genuine." ”

Compared with the big money, it seems to be a bit of a loss, but Jiang Xiaochi still nodded excitedly: "It's okay, even if it's imitation, it's worth a little money, and it will definitely not be a loss when you get it." ”

After being praised by his daughter-in-law, Song Lao Er took out an antique night pot from the bottom of the box, and a smell of urine came from it in a flash.

Uncle Zhao: "Antique night pot, genuine in the Qing Dynasty, the urine alkali in it has a wall thickness, which is not too valuable." ”

Jiang Xiaochi was curious: "What did you exchange for this?" ”

Song Lao Er: "Spittoon! Originally, people didn't plan to change it, saying that the old man was used to it.

I said that this winter's use of how cold is panic, and there is nothing wrong with pulling out (ba cold meaning) out of the problem.

Before I could mention the stubble of the spittoon, my aunt brought out the night pot to me on the pole herself. ”

Jiang Xiaochi's heart is total: Uncle's ** may have been pulled out.

Subsequently, Song Lao Er took out a pair of large flower bowls from the cabinet, and the broken ones were all stubble, but at first glance, they were indeed old objects.

Uncle Zhao broadcast carefully: "Collection description: exquisite painting, good hair color, and moist glaze. Each bowl is cracked, and two bowls are repaired with old copper curiums, and the quality is flawed, but it is a rare specimen - not valuable. ”

The first words were impassioned, and the last three words said that Jiang Xiaochi's heart was cool.

"How did you change this?"

Song Lao Er scratched his head: "Auntie said, if you like me, keep it, and if you don't like it, you can help her throw it away." ”

Then Song Lao Er took out a melon jar from the box, a smell of pickle water, Jiang Xiaochi didn't need to ask, presumably the previous master used it to pickle pickles, I don't know how Song Lao Er got it upside down.

Song Lao Er reported to his home: "Aunt muttered that the jar was small, and the uncle was reluctant to change it, so I paid two yuan, saying that it was the most appropriate time to go home and give me milk-pickled salted duck eggs." ”

(And ......)

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