"Go, go, go to Wang Xiucai's house, and bring all the books left by his family!" Old man Wang called the people from the village over and commanded.

Lao Xiucai died, and the remaining book-loving son inherited his nickname, also known as Wang Xiucai.

When the people of the village heard that these books were so valuable, they were envious. You must know that these things were "borrowed" by the brigade, and after selling the money to buy trees, they will be repaid when the time comes to sell the apples.

1 book for 100 yuan? Oh, my God! ~

A few people who seem to have a few of these books at home are excited, and go home and rummage through the cabinets. Wangjiazhuang has produced high-ranking officials and talents, and it is also a scholarly village, and there were still many scholars in the village. Every family can't find a book of Analects, but they can also find a book of three characters.

"What about the saplings? Take these 460 trees with you first. Old man Wang asked.

Old man Wu called the captain of their village and took a few villagers to count the saplings in the greenhouse.

Their village has been relocated, and now there is no need to pass through the village to go to the small valley where the greenhouse is located, and this morning Feng Hua directly put the saplings in the greenhouse, which is more convenient.

Although Old Man Wu couldn't understand why the people of the "Fang Family" were so mysterious, they came and went without a trace, and they never met with them, but now that the apple trees have grown steadily in the ground, and the fruits they bear have really been sold for dollars, all other problems are not a problem.

He cooperated and didn't ask anything, people like to pretend to be dragons, so he pretended.

The people of Wangjiazhuang returned with 460 small saplings, and returned with more than a dozen boxes of books.

Wang Xiucai was also on crutches and was helped over by his children and grandchildren. He can't bear these books~

It has been more than 60 years since the last imperial examination was abolished, and Lao Xiucai's son is also in his 60s.

"Wu An, what do you want these books for?" Wang Xiucai saw Old Man Wu and immediately asked, it was rare that he still remembered Old Man Wu's name.

"Don't worry, I'll keep it well and won't spoil it." Old man Wu also knew Wang Xiucai and knew what he was worried about, so he gave him a reassurance.

This medicine is more effective, and Old Man Wu's reputation is also relatively good, so Wang Xiucai believed it.

"That's good, that's good. To you, it's not a bad thing. "The total score is given to his unfilial sons and nephews to burn the fire! Even his own children and grandchildren don't take these books seriously, although he didn't take them to the fire, but he usually doesn't even look at them.

I even have a grandson who is 10 years old and has not yet enlightened! He often dreamed that his father crawled out of the coffin, pointing at him and yelling.

Now this book is given to those who love books, and it is also a matter of his heart.

"I still have some unique books, but more than 100 yuan a copy, you have to pay a high price." Wang Xiucai looked at Old Man Wu, pointed to a box beside him and said. This is also one of the purposes for which he came in person.

As soon as he heard about the lonely book, Old Man Wu came to his senses, looked through the box and looked at it carefully, but unfortunately, even if Wang Xiucai explained, he didn't understand it. He has studied some bottles and cans, these books and paintings, I have to ask my eldest son Wu Ziqiang, but unfortunately Wu Ziqiang is not here now.

But Feng Hua is here.

Old man Wu called Wu Guangming and whispered a few words, Wu Guangming turned around and entered the house and asked Feng Hua to go. How much is appropriate?

Feng Hua looked at it the whole time, that box of lone books, she couldn't see the good or bad, but after a year of tatters, no, a year of antiques, and a few truckloads of books, whether it was ancient or not, she could see some of it.

As long as it's not new, it's fine.

"1,000 yuan a copy." Feng Hua gave an offer.

Wu Guangming gave her a thumbs up: "Rich!" ”

Old man Wu got the reply here and was relieved.

And Wang Xiucai was also satisfied with the price, and was willing to give 1,000 yuan, he was also relieved, and he didn't have to worry about Old Man Wu's children and grandchildren not knowing the goods, so they took it to the fire. If they really dare to take the things they bought for 1,000 yuan to light the fire, then he won't say anything!

This is also a big box, full of more than 200 books, and more than 2,000 trees can be exchanged at once, and the old man Wu is a little hot. No, go back to the warehouse and see if they have any lonely books. Instead of selling his beloved large vase, it is better to sell these books.

As for Wu Ziqiang, he is distressed..... That child is filial, and he must have preferred his own mentality rather than let his father feel distressed~

Well, that's it!

......

Coupled with the dozen or so boxes of non-solitary books next to them, the people of Wangjiazhuang immediately carried away all the 5,000 trees that Feng Hua moved this morning.

The worried old man Wu hurriedly made sure that no matter how much he sold, it would not shake their family's 20,000 trees.

The answer, of course, is yes.

The Wang family is gone, the sun is about to set, and no one will come again today. Feng Hua put all the chickens and ducks in the greenhouse with confidence and let them divide them.

The hearts of the villagers, who had been holding for a day, were finally released, and the shouting could be heard for miles away. Fortunately, in the deep mountains, the villages are far apart, and they are not afraid of attracting a piece of the pie.

Old man Wu has already asked, there are a number of chickens, ducks and geese, and there are not many of them, just two or three of the same, and their own village is not enough, so it will not be beautiful to recruit the old king next door again.

The chickens and ducks were driven out of the greenhouse, boxes of things were carried in, and after dark, they were taken away by Fenghua.

It was another sleepless night, and after a busy night, Feng Hua put 5,000 saplings in the greenhouse.

Today, it's time for someone who is slower to respond.

Sure enough, from the morning, Wujiazhuang was lively, and waves of people filled the courtyard of the Wu family's old house before noon.

The units that came this time were large and small, public units and rural collectives. The goal is the same.

Old man Wu and the others had almost gathered, so he told him how to exchange it. Hearing such a chic change, several public units were more happy, and when they went back to find a way, the rural collectives gritted their teeth.

What is the cultural relics store, many people have heard for the first time, how much is the tatter at home worth, they don't have a score, don't make up a village, just change a tree to go back, what should I do when the time comes? Is it planted at the entrance of the village as a sacred tree?

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" A man shouted and led a group of people into the courtyard. These people did not come empty-handed, but carried on their shoulders, either in boxes or baskets, and filled with all kinds of rags.

From furniture and furnishings, to pickle jars and large basins, to fire folds and kerosene lamps, all kinds of tatters are all in place.

"The quality is not good." Old man Wu muttered.

"What? No way? Didn't you just say old things? The person who came was anxious: "Look at this pickle jar, my grandmother's grandmother handed it down, I heard what it is called, anyway, it is used by rich people to put painting scrolls!" I didn't have a scholar at home, so I used it to make pickle jars. ”

"Look at this furniture, the landlord of our village bought it from the city back then, and I heard that it was used by the queen!"

Old man Wu pulls and pulls, he just doesn't like mahogany furniture anymore, he is also knowledgeable: "Well, rosewood, a good thing, but it's not for the queen." ”

The people who came heard that it was a good thing and were relieved, the royal use or something, he also felt a little ridiculous, the landlord in their village was a small landlord who had dozens of acres of land back then, this kind of person can use the royal use? The emperor is too worthless.

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There will be no emergencies in the future, it should be 3 chapters a day. I've written more than 200,000 this month, and you're still too little, and you're threatening me again.

Too aggrieved...