Xie Tou'er didn't know where to get the bricks and tiles, and with the bricks obtained from the scrapyard demolishing the fence on the other side of the road, Hou Dalin's scrap yard began to build houses again.

This time behind his house, Hou Dalin circled out a small yard again. The yard is very small, and the house is not very big, but it is enough to let Zhang Fang's family share a room each.

Hou Dalin also surrounded his house in a yard. Although the house had just been built and the house was still full of moisture, Zhang Fang couldn't wait.

On the third day after the house was built, she moved the family over.

Zhang Fang's mother-in-law was sick and couldn't get off the kang for the time being. Hou Dalin went to take a look, a very good old lady.

A few children are okay, but they are a little shy.

Although the old lady doesn't know a few big characters, maybe the fact that her son was admitted to college gave the old lady enough stimulation, and what she wanted to do was to discipline a few grandchildren to study hard, and there was no such phenomenon of other people's families.

Hou Dalin doesn't go out much now, almost two o'clock a day. Repair shop, or scrap yard, you can always find him in one place.

Recently, the business at the scrapyard has been very hot, and the things collected are all good things.

There are books, calligraphy and paintings, literary toys and antiquities, of course, there are not many of these things, but the most are tables, chairs, benches, and bronzes. There will also be pottery porcelain, but not too much, and most of them are broken.

This made Hou Dalin realize that a critical moment was coming.

This incident once again broke Hou Dalin's ideal life of chopping wood and feeding horses.

He handed over everything in the scrapyard to Xiao Jiu'er and Zhang Fang, but he kept riding his tricycle around.

He wanted to keep something valuable, but how? It's not just two things, it's thousands! He needed a secret room, a huge secret room.

Of course, it's good to have a basement or something, but there are also shortcomings, that is, the space is limited. One hundred and eighty pieces is fine, but no matter how many there are, the basement will not be able to do it.

Hou Dalin had no other way but to transfer things to the mountains every once in a while.

This is where everything becomes simpler. His deliberate function is suitable for digging caves. He didn't even have to destroy the surface of the mountain to dig a hole in the inside.

For more than half a year, Hou Dalin has been living like this.

He didn't even know how many things he had hidden. Anyway, every day he mechanically takes in and moves out.

No one can say where things go, Hou Dalin has done a lot of work in order to hide people's eyes, and even he has copied chickens, ducks, fish and rabbits in excess of this time, just to give them to those who send things to him.

All this, it's nothing in a short time, and after a long time, it will attract the attention of people who are interested.

When he felt that the three masters in the courtyard had begun to pay attention to him, he immediately stopped his previous crazy actions, and everything became so careless again.

Nowadays, the most places in the scrap station are some books, calligraphy and paintings, bronzes and so on. There are also some furniture, not too much.

The third master also wondered, in the past, Hou Dalin ran out every day, and every time he left, the door of the scrap station was closed. But recently, he found that Hou Dalin was no longer running, and the gate of the scrap yard was no longer closed regularly.

He felt that something must be wrong, but he had no proof.

When Hou Dalin sensed that someone was starting to pay attention to him, he began to sweep the tail. The numbers on the accounts should be smoothed out, and the items in reality should have a reasonable place.

For this reason, Hou Dalin handled the hands and tails one by one according to the plan.

The bronzes were replaced by fakes he had made out of a pile of scraps, and in those years, as long as the numbers matched, they all ended up in the smelting furnace anyway. Books went to the paper mill, and there were not many calligraphy and paintings, but more were taken away by handicraft companies and sold to foreigners.

There are not many that can reach him, and they are basically damaged, or disposed of as waste paper.

And then there is the literary play porcelain or something, this is basically directly reported damage, anyway, the final fate is also to be broken into pieces, crushed into powder, at this time many people use this as a waterproof material for roofing.

By the time the first snow fell, Hou Dalin's life had returned to peace.

Now, Hou Dalin can be regarded as a family person, Xiao Jiu'er has lived here for half a year, and has already adapted to life here.

The same is true for Hou Dalin, what he is most satisfied with about Xiao Jiu is that he is quiet and will not disturb him.

Every day, the two of them live silently, and Hou Dalin's favorite thing to do is to sit under the begonia tree in the yard, drink a sip of tea, and read a book.

The last thing here is books! No one would come to him to check the books or anything, because basically all the books collected in the neighborhood would be sent to him.

At this time, Hou Dalin always has some preferential choice, and no one will compete with him.

This really made him find a lot of good things! He doesn't know a lot about it, but he has a jack-of-all-trades skill, which is to read the time.

Through spatial ability, you can see when something was made, and anyway, the more distant it is, the more you can't be wrong.

"Da Lin, let's go over for dinner in the evening, my old lady wants to talk to you, let me invite you, Xiao Jiu also go over, don't cook."

Zhang Fang came over to invite Hou Dalin to her house for dinner, which was a rare situation in the past six months or so.

"What's wrong? Sister Zhang, why did the old lady suddenly invite us to dinner? Hou Dalin was surprised.

Based on the previous accidents, Zhang Fang has always deliberately kept an appropriate distance from Hou Dalin since then.

After they moved over, Hou Dalin and Xiao Jiu'er went to her house once, which was regarded as a celebration of the housewarming of neighbors and colleagues.

Zhang Fang's heart is extremely grateful to be able to move here, but at the same time, she also has a kind of "Does Hou Dalin have bad thoughts?" ".

Zhang Fang thought so, and the old lady of her family thought even so.

However, when she knew that the leader of the scrapyard was a nineteen-year-old young man, her heart relaxed a little. Later, Hou Dalin came to visit her, and brought his daughter-in-law, and her heart was stable.

After living here for half a year, the old lady felt that this Hou Dalin was really a good person.

Honestly, duty. Knowing that his daughter-in-law is a widow, she never comes into contact with the door easily.

This made the old lady completely let down her guard and wanted to ask Hou Dalin to do her a favor.

Hou Dalin and Xiao Jiu did not cook that night, but both came to Zhang Fang's house to accompany the old lady to dinner.

The food here is still good, because the scrapyard can raise poultry, and this is officially documented. Although it is very chaotic now, Hou Dalin's scrap station has a physical reward, not only has it not been investigated, but it has been praised by many people.

Therefore, Hou Dalin and Zhang Fang's family has meat to eat from time to time, and they will not be suspected. Besides, the average outsider doesn't know what they eat every day.