On the way back to the grain station after dinner, I saw someone pulling a cart of damaged Ming and Qing style furniture. Jun Huan felt that it was a pity that the furniture was missing arms and legs. It also had exquisite carvings on it.

Suddenly an idea occurred to me. Could it be that the house was ransacked and sent to the recycling bin? Then I have to go to Taobao. What are you waiting for?

"Zu Zu, are they sending this furniture to the recycling bin? Let's go and have a look!" Jin Huan raised her face to Master Xu and said, "I want to see if there are any little books?"

Grandpa Xu touched Jin Huan's head: "We, Xiao Yu'er, are so good! It's time for you to start studying, so I'll go and search for some paper and pens. If you don't have any, we'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative to find them!"

The recycling bin is a large yard, and the person looking at the waste bin is a lame old man with gray hair, wearing a white-washed military uniform and reading a newspaper.

Hearing that the grandfather and grandson wanted to find some old newspapers or something to ignite the fire, they let the grandfather and grandson in without saying anything.

Jin Huan looked at the mountains of old things piled high in the yard, and there was a strange smell, which made her feel a little dizzy.

Abandoning Taobao, this task seems a bit daunting!

Grandpa Xu originally thought that he would just find two copybooks, and he would not ask for pens, inks, paper and inkstones.

Let Jin Huan stand aside and start looking for it. With so many things, it would be bad if he bumped into his own little fish.

Often in period articles, I see that this piece of junk often contains plots with big surprises, so I don’t want to miss it if I enjoy it.

Jinhuan closed her eyes, took a breath, approached the scrap pile and started rummaging through it.

I saw a mother-of-pearl jewelry box. The hole in the top was supposed to be the inlaid jewelry, but it was also empty. I was about to put it down when I heard a faint sound inside.

Is there a mezzanine? I don’t care, let’s retract the space first.

I turned over another pile of folded cardboard. Hey, what is this?

When I opened it, I saw a picture of a tiger, with a picture of a hundred tigers nominated on it, and the seal said "Son of Goodness".

Jinhuan suddenly remembered that there was a particularly famous painter in Sichuan, Mr. Daqian, and Zhanzi was Mr. Daqian’s eldest brother.

Mr. Shanzi has been a martial artist all his life and is a tiger fanatic. He respects the "power of the tiger" and "tiger festival" and advocates bravery and diligence. Therefore, he loves tigers, draws tigers and even raises tigers.

At the same time, Mr. Yoshiko is a person with great sentiments. He cares about the country and nation throughout his life and is a famous patriotic painter.

He went abroad during the Anti-Japanese War and used painting exhibitions as a carrier to collect donations. He eventually fell ill due to the hard work.

After returning to China due to illness, he held briefings day and night to introduce the world war situation, which also greatly strengthened the morale of the domestic anti-war. However, Mr. Yoshiko passed away one month after returning to China.

Mr. Yoshiko is an all-around painter. Because of his hobby of tigers, he paints tigers the most.

The most famous one is the picture of a flying tiger with wings that was given to the American Flying Tigers who supported the Anti-Japanese War during the War of Resistance.

Mr. Zenko passed away early and is not as famous as Mr. Daqian, but Mr. Zenko's works are very precious.

Such a painting, folded in a mess and buried in dirty waste paper, is really a waste of natural resources.

Jinhuan straightened the painting, rolled it into a tube, and carefully placed it into the space.

Then I dug out several comic books in the ancient style, such as "Serving the Country with Loyalty", "Mu Guiying Takes Command", "Journey to the West" and "Water Margin". They are all scattered and not complete.

These comic strips are very old and even have some hairiness around the edges, which shows that the previous owners have read them many times.

After a while, Jinhuan unexpectedly found a whole set of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" bundled together. There is now "One Hundred Thousand Whys". When he opened it, it turned out to be printed on papyrus. It was printed in 1961. The book should be

First edition.

It is said that this set of books was once labeled as a bourgeois product ten years later because the number of prints exceeded the Little Red Book.

This set of "One Hundred Thousand Whys" looks very new. Logically speaking, it will not be sold as scraps. It should not be scraps from ordinary channels.

When Grandpa Xu came to look for Jinhuan, Jinhuan also found several books on medicine and medicine. Among them was a thick manual of medicine identification with pictures and dense annotations.

Grandpa Xu asked Jinhuan to put away all the eye-catching things. He took a stack of newspapers and rice paper and Jinhuan found the little book and went to the door to weigh it.

The grandfather and grandson returned to the door of the grain station, all dirty and dirty. The people delivering grain from Tianshui Village had already left, leaving Uncle Jun and the accountant He Mingxi to check the numbers and sign notes with the people at the grain station.

Jiajun's uncle, grandson and uncle, were all dirty and asked, "Sixth Master, didn't you and Xiao Yu'er go to dinner? Why are they so dirty!"

"It's time for Xiao Yu'er to learn to read. I'll go to the scrapyard to find some books and newspapers!" Grandpa Xu then realized that Jin Huan had a little painted face.

Grandpa Xu quickly taught Uncle Jia Jun the newspaper, and then took Jin Huan to wash his hands and face.

I happened to meet stationmaster Qu at the door of the toilet. After asking, stationmaster Qu found out that the grandson and grandson had just returned from a trip to the scrapyard. He heard that Jinhuan was going to start learning to read and write, so he took out the pen pinned to his jacket pocket and gave it to him.

Have fun.

Jin Huan watched Grandpa Xu nod before taking it: "Thank you Grandpa Qu, I will make good use of this pen!"

When leaving, Stationmaster Qu sent Mr. Xu and others out of the grain station gate: "Uncle Xu, you must come to my house and sit down when you are free! I will see you off not far away!"

"Okay, after you are done with your work, you can come to our Tianshui Village to play when you have time!" Grandpa Xu also said politely.

The accountant He Mingxi seemed to be a very lively person at first sight. While Uncle Jia Jun was driving the car, he set up a dragon gate formation with Mr. Xu. He was simply asking Mr. Xu about the webmaster Qu.

Grandpa Xu was not happy with people inquiring into other people's private affairs, so he said perfunctorily that he was not very familiar with Station Master Qu, and passed on.

In fact, speaking of it, Grandpa Xu saved Station Commander Qu's father on the battlefield. It is difficult to repay the life-saving grace. When Station Commander Qu's father was still alive, the two families often had contact with each other.

Later, Station Master Qu's father passed away, and this relationship gradually faded away.

After all, it was a friendship from a previous life, and no one wanted to bear the burden of saving his life from his dead father for the rest of his life.

Besides, all that's left now is a little face-saving, if you can just nod when you meet me as an acquaintance, that's good.

The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and Jia Junbo started a topic. Everyone chatted all the way, and slowly they got home.

When returning to the village, Jia Junbo first sent his grandfather and grandson to the door of his house.

He Mingxi looked at Mr. Xu who was returning home with a large bag, and his eyes narrowed slightly for unknown reasons.

When I got home and closed the door, I excitedly took out the picture of hundreds of tigers I found from the scrapyard and looked at it carefully.

This painting can be considered a modern painting. Apart from being a little dirty and creased, it is still in very good condition.

If you clean it up and put the scroll on it, it will be a perfect painting.

That mother-of-pearl jewelry box, Jin Huan felt that it had an interlayer. He opened the box and pressed down from the inside edge. With a snap, the interlayer popped open.

There is a layer of gold ingots neatly arranged below, with the words "No. 1 Scholar" and "Everything goes well" engraved on them, which looks very festive.
Chapter completed!