When others came forward, Jiang Yun saw the faint white light from the oil lamp.
"Clay oil lamp, worth 30"
Although this thing is not worth a lot of money, small money is still money, and it can also be a considerable income over time. Jiang Yun took the oil lamp and took a closer look.
"Uncle, I'll give you 2 yuan for this lamp, do you think it's okay?"
"OK!"
Seeing that they could actually exchange money, the onlookers rushed to shout to go back and get things. Soon, the crooked neck tree at the entrance of the village was crowded with people carrying large and small bags.
"Girl, take a look at these things I have."
"Look at me, the stuff I brought is old enough!"
"My clothes are newer than theirs, look at mine!"
For a moment, Jiang Yun was so rushed that she didn't know where to start.
Jiang Hao next to him saw this and shouted loudly: "Folks, don't worry, line up and come one by one."
With order, Jiang Yun obviously felt much more relaxed. She looked at the objects brought by more than a dozen villagers at once, but unfortunately only a few of them were valuable.
Basically, it’s an item worth twenty or thirty yuan.
It was approaching noon, and most of the villagers had gone back. Taking advantage of the absence of people, Jiang Hao asked in a low voice about today's results: "Xiaoyun, how much did we earn today?"
"One hundred and eighty yuan."
Then he added: "Brother, you may not make as much money this time as before, but everything should be done slowly and steadily. How can you meet a good baby every day? Don't you think so?"
"I understand. It's too late for me to be happy with one hundred and eighty yuan, otherwise I'd be disgusted."
I used to work hard for a month and could only earn around 20 yuan, but now I can earn five times as much in a day, so what's there to be unhappy about?
He asked back: "Shall we sell these things to a pawn shop? Or is it the old man?" I guess they may not be interested in them.
This really stumped Jiang Yun. How could she get rid of these old objects?
"Xiaoyun, have you heard of the ghost market?"
Jiang Yun shook her head. She only knew that there was a black market in this era, but she had never heard of a ghost market.
"The ghost market is a place that specializes in selling antiques and second-hand goods. It opens at three in the morning and closes the stalls at dawn. How about we go there tomorrow and have a look around?"
They come together in the middle of the night and the roosters crow and disperse, no wonder it’s called a ghost market!
Jiang Yun nodded: "Okay."
Seeing that no one in the village was bringing anything else, Jiang Hao planned to close the stall and take his sister to a state-owned restaurant for a good meal.
Just as I was about to leave, I saw an old man walking from a distance, holding a large dark bowl in his hand.
"Comrades, please take a look, how much is this thing worth?"
This bowl is very special. It has a big belly, a small mouth, a round body, and is very heavy in your hand.
"Hey, what is this?" Jiang Hao asked curiously.
"This is an alms bowl. It is used by monks in the temple to go down to the mountain to ask for alms. My father was a monk when he was a child, and later he returned to secular life. This is what he left behind..."
While the two were talking, Jiang Yun's eyes were fixed on the string of beads on the old man's left wrist that was glowing with white light.
"Olive stone bracelet, worth 300"
Ten olive stones of the same size are strung together in a string, each of which is lifelikely carved on both sides with the heads of Arhats with different expressions, forming this string of eighteen Arhats.
Not only is the knife work exquisite, but the color and coating are also of the highest quality.
The originally golden olive pit now shows a beautiful purple-red color, and the surface exudes an oily luster.
Jiang Yun's brain was running rapidly. If she asked to buy a bracelet at this moment, she would probably raise the price. She had an idea and came up with a countermeasure.
"Uncle, this alms bowl is good. Can I give you three yuan?"
When he heard that the item was good, the old man rolled his eyes with shrewdness in his eyes: "Five yuan, if it's too low, I won't sell it."
Jiang Yun was waiting for this sentence: "Uncle, this is a small business. Five yuan is too high. Can you give me a little more? Can it be four yuan?"
The old man shook his head and said firmly: "Five yuan!"
She pretended to be reluctant: "Well, if you give me another addition, it will be five yuan."
The old man was so happy that he couldn't find anything.
Seeing this, Jiang Yun deliberately said impatiently: "Uncle, the string of beads on your wrist is enough to make up for it. My mother prays to Buddha every day, so I just brought it home to her."
"OK."
I paid with one hand and delivered the goods with the other. I thought I could only earn a small amount of money from this trip, but I didn't expect that I actually picked up a treasure.
When they walked away, Jiang Yun whispered to her elder brother: "Let's make at least 300 yuan from this order just now. Hurry, pack your things and go home." She was afraid that the old man would regret it, so it was better to go ahead.
"Let's go, I'll take you to a state-owned hotel and give you a good meal!"
After stuffing all the collected items into sacks, the brother and sister quickly arrived at the place.
The two of them walked into the state-owned hotel. It was nearing the end of lunch, and there were only a few tables of people sitting in the lobby.
"Hey, what do you two want to eat?" The cashier was not only cold but also quite disgusted.
The waiter on the side covered his mouth and snickered, and came to her ear: "It must be two bowls of Yangchun noodles." Although the man's voice was soft, it still caught the ears of the brothers and sisters.
Jiang Hao suddenly became angry and deliberately raised his voice: "Here comes a plate of pork elbows with soy sauce, a portion of stir-fried assorted vegetables, a hot and sour soup, and two bowls of rice. By the way, open a bottle of beer."
This meal is not cheap. The staff immediately changed their temper and said in a friendly manner: "Please come in and sit wherever you like. The food will be served to you shortly."
The movement here attracted the attention of the diners, especially the table in the corner.
Biaozi recognized the brother and sister at a glance: "Brother Tu, look, are the two at the door the same brother and sister I met at the scrapyard yesterday?"
Wei Tu looked in the direction: "It's true."
"Yesterday we were crying about poverty, and today we went out to a restaurant. Sure enough, there is something fishy about it." Tang Xiaosan always felt that these two people must be shoveling land.
Wei Tu picked up his chopsticks and hit them both on the head: "Eat, mind your own business."
He couldn't look away from Jiang Yun, and two words flashed in his mind for no reason, he was really thin.
Jiang Yun frowned. The feeling of being secretly watched made her very uncomfortable. She looked around and finally found the source in the corner.
The two looked at each other and their eyes collided.
The memory of shyness suddenly came to mind, Jiang Yun's face became hot, and she subconsciously froze on the spot, why was it him again...
When Wei Tu saw her reaction, he chuckled and mouthed to her, "Does it look good?"
!!!
This man was really hateful. Jiang Yun turned her face away, deliberately not looking at him, and followed her elder brother obediently to sit down by the window.
Her angry look amused Wei Tu.
Biaozi came over with a smile: "Brother Tu, you won't fall in love with that girl, right?" She is a little thinner, but she looks good.
"Not interested in."
Tang Xiaosan was puzzled: "Then you were teasing me just now."
Wei Tu stuffed two dumplings into his mouth and broke off a clove of garlic: "Just kidding."
I am very poor, my parents died young, and I have a mute sister. All the money I have earned over the years has been used to pay off my family's debts, so how can I still think about falling in love?
He picked up the overflowing wine glass and drank it all in one sip. Today's wine was a bit bitter...
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Author's Little Theater:
Jiang Yun felt distressed: "Little Tutu." She touched his head.
The aggrieved Wei Tu said: "If you touch my head, you will be responsible for me!"
Jiang Yun took back her hand: "Why did my hand suddenly cramp?"