Her bunch of bicycle TVs are sellable! And that bunch of chickens, ducks and geese! At the beginning, she gave a lot of shares to the people in her hometown, but the remaining ones in the space are still breeding, and a few months have passed, and it is another group, and she has not found time to kill them in the past two days, and now it is just right, there is a better place to go.

"Chickens, ducks and geese, alive, do you want them?" Feng Hua asked.

"Yes, yes, yes!" When Old Man Wu heard this, there was still this good thing, and he was overjoyed: "100 yuan a piece!" He made the decisions for the villagers.

"No, no, no." Feng Hua waved his hand, it was too dark, just give it to the rich, she couldn't do it with black acquaintances, she was not the kind of person who slaughtered the ripe.

"10 yuan a piece will do." Feng Hua said. Change the bowl, the bottle, the can. In the future, a large pastel vase worth 100,000 yuan will be worth 10 yuan now.

Well, when you think about it this way, she's pretty dark too.....

"10 yuan and 1 catty!" Old man Wu said, he doesn't want to take advantage of Feng Hua, now if he goes outside, 10 yuan can't buy a pound of live chickens and ducks.

"No, no, 10 yuan and 1 will do." Feng Hua refused. If you sell it by the pound, you can't beat it for 100 yuan! The chickens in her space eat better than people, each fat and strong, and the big rooster is about to grow to 20 pounds.

"Okay..."Old man Wu glanced at the fortune boy, turned around and informed the villagers to go to the rags. As for the price, he can estimate it, and he also understands the market of the cultural relics store, and he will definitely quote a low price to Fenghua for a while, and he can't let her suffer all the time.

When the others left, Feng Hua took out a few small dried fish from his bag and came to the ceiling of the main house.

"Mimi~Mimi~" Feng Hua tried to summon the litter of kittens.

A row of small heads appeared outside the frame of the ceiling, and eight pairs of eyes looked straight at Feng Hua... Dried fish in your hand.

This dried fish is not an ordinary fish outside, but a marine fish specially cultivated by Fenghua with space well water, and the taste may have a fatal attraction for cats.

"Come~" Feng Hua put the small dried fish on the ground, and the person retreated a few meters away.

The big cat jumped out of the ceiling with a swoop, jumped to the ground in three or two times, picked up the dried fish, and jumped back to the ceiling in three or two times, and before disappearing, he still looked back at Feng Hua with the dried fish in his mouth. The seven little heads naturally shrank back and went to their mother for dinner.

"You're willing to do it." Wu Guangming happened to come in from outside, saw the dried fish in the big cat's mouth, and said sourly: "It's bigger than the one given to me!" ”

When Feng Hua saw the kitten's family yesterday, he fed it delicious food in front of Wu Guangming, and Wu Guangming's was naturally indispensable.

"For you, for you." Feng Hua took out a small packet of uneaten dried fish from his pocket and handed it to him.

Wu Guangming took it with a smile, and said while eating: "The people in the village are crazy, whining, what are you doing?" Now except for their old house, the other villagers have moved to the new site, and he is far away and does not hear clearly: "I didn't see them so excited about distributing grain yesterday." ”

"This time it's chickens, ducks and geese." Feng Hua said.

Wu Guangming's hand paused: "Chicken, duck and goose? Where did it come from? ”

Feng Hua pointed to himself.

Wu Guangming glared: "Young Master, what are you doing?" Opened a temple? ”

"What?" Feng Hua didn't understand, open a temple?

"The house is full of living bodhisattvas!" Wu Guangming said.

Feng Hua ......

"Don't dare to be, don't dare to be." Feng Hua waved his hand again and again, and after a few decades, who remembered that he once exchanged a heirloom baby for a chicken, and he didn't know what he would scold her into.

It seems that this Wujiazhuang can't come in the future~

Early the next morning, Lao Wang next door came. Behind him was a large group of people, two people carrying a flat pole, and a large box hung on the flat pole, which must be the treasure of their whole village.

"Your village is quite rich." Old man Wu looked at a group of people and said. He counted carefully, and there were 22 boxes. Each box is almost 1 cubic meter in size! Hey, it's not much less than their village.

"There was a court official in our village, have you forgotten?" Old man Wang said.

"Oh! I really forgot. Old man Wu said. Wangjia Village had a small official 200 years ago, and now there is a small tomb, and the people surnamed Wang in this village can count 10 generations and talk about relatives. It's not surprising that they have some savings.

"Have you been in town for an appraisal?" Old man Wu asked.

"No, this one comes and goes, I'm afraid of delaying things." Old man Wang said: "I can trust you, how much you say is worth it, it is worth it!" ”

"Hey, you old fellow." Old man Wu pointed at Old Man Wang and smiled. In that case, then he really can't cheat him.

Old man Wu called Wu Guangming, opened the box, and began to estimate and record the same book. The villagers from Wangjiazhuang were all taken away to visit the orchard. That's what people are here for, and since they want to sell saplings, they have to let the buyers understand what they are buying at a great price.

Seeing the big and fragrant apples on the tree, and tasting the good apples left by the people of Wujiazhuang, the people of Wangjiazhuang were relieved.

And they ordinary people don't know much about the value of the dollar, so they feel that 2 yuan a pound is already a sky-high price. Besides, even if you can't sell it, you can eat it yourself! They just got a big apple, just finished eating, and they actually felt full, how long did they not know what it meant to be full?

Anyway, the mountain is barren there, and if you can plant this kind of fruit tree, it will be like picking it up for nothing.

Here, Old Man Wu has already finished counting things, and he doesn't need to compare the real with the fake, he is particular about the age, just look at it and give a price, anyway, ten yuan or eight yuan is not expensive..... It was the best pair of vases, he gritted his teeth and gave 200.

If Feng Hua is too expensive, he will keep it himself. But he can see Feng Hua's personality, Hao, super Hao. Scattering money like a boy scattering money, he can't look down on the 200 yuan at all.

"A total of 46,000 dollars." Old man Wu gave the total price.

"So much?" Old man Wang was taken aback, 46,000! How can there be so many? He expects that this pile will be worth 10,000 yuan. This old man Wu is really interesting.....

"The main thing is that these books are worth the money." Old man Wu said. Among the 22 boxes, several of them contained ancient books. And he is not good at valuing ancient books, he specially asked Feng Hua last night, and Feng Hua said that all hand-copied ancient books, regardless of age, 100 yuan a copy!

Tsk, what stupid, no, no, no, it's rich!

"Oh, my mother~" Old man Wang slapped his thigh, and his heart was distressed. These books belonged to an old Xiucai in their village, Lao Xiucai died, and the books were divided by several sons, some people cherished them and kept them well, and some people were not rare and took them to the fire.

And there are more such loser sons Lao Xiucai, it is said that there used to be several big rooms of books, but now only one son has them in his family.