"Ye...Uncle Ye, you...what painting are you talking about?"
Feng Kuang obviously drank outside. After leaning his bicycle against the courtyard wall, he took out a plastic bag from the basket in front and staggered towards the door.
"You brat, why did you drink so much?"
From a long distance away, Ye Dongping smelled the smell of alcohol on Feng Kuang's body. When he looked at his face that was as red as a monkey's butt, he couldn't help but shook his head and said to Ye Tian: "Fetch a basin of water and let you Feng Zi
Brother, wash your face..."
Since the collection station is located on the outskirts of the county, tap water has not yet been brought here, and the water from the pressurized well is still used. The cold well water has a cool air in this hot August day.
"Hey, Uncle Ye, you can't do it without drinking. By the way, you and Ye Tian haven't eaten yet, right? I brought some, you guys eat first, don't worry about me..."
Feng Kuang's body swayed a little as he stood there, holding the package of cooked food and passing it towards Ye Dongping's face.
"Okay, wash your face and wake up before talking..." Ye Dongping took the plastic bag handed over by Feng Kuang and pulled him to the basin.
He buried his head completely in the water, and after holding his breath for a while, Feng Kuang raised his head, his wet hair stuck to his forehead, and he was burping from wine, "Ah, Shutan, these turtles
Sun Tai can drink. Next time, give them wine and let them drink it by themselves..."
These days, waste pickers from out of town come with their families, and families of all ages have to go out to pick up rags. When Feng Kuang went to where they lived, he saw that there were quite a lot of good things. The waste piled up at the door of every house.
It can even keep up with what he sold last time.
Feng Kuang found a few people who hadn't gone out, and after explaining the matter, he found out that the price he offered was a few cents more than what the buying station offered. Halfway through the meal, those companies all agreed to pay the price.
Something was sold to him.
Although he was already drunk at that time, Feng Kuang was very clear-headed. After thinking about it, he could earn at least 500 yuan by collecting the scraps from these companies, so he didn't care about himself.
He drank a few too many drinks at that time.
Most of these scavengers came from Henan and Anhui, and their drinking capacity was much better than that of Feng Kuang, a man who grew up in a water town in the south of the Yangtze River.
Feng Kuang bought a total of six bottles of local high-strength liquor, and only five people drank it. He drank less than three taels and died. The rest were drank up by those few people, and others still carried the wine after drinking.
Bags to pick up rags.
"I can't drink and I don't know how to drink less. Come on, wipe your face and go to sleep first..." In Ye Dongping's eyes, Feng Kuang is actually just a big kid. He is in his early twenties and older than Ye Tian.
Not even ten years older.
"No, Uncle Ye, I'm fine, just wash your face and wake up..."
Feng Kuang took a towel and wiped it on his face. He pulled Ye Dongping excitedly and said, "Uncle Ye, I have agreed on all the five rag pickers in the west of the city. I will go to the east of the city tomorrow and try to get them."
Take it down over there too..."
The total cost of the lunch meal, including the food, was less than twenty yuan.
But when those people deliver the waste tomorrow, they will be able to earn 500 by changing hands. This makes Feng Kuang feel like a cat's paw, wishing he could kill all the scavengers in the entire county today.
"Okay, this matter is not urgent. I don't feel comfortable if you go out like this. Go to bed first..."
Seeing Feng Kuang walking like a model to push his bicycle, Ye Dongping grabbed him. Although there weren't many cars on the road these days, he couldn't stop someone who was looking for death and crashed into them.
People who drink too much usually have two manifestations. One is that they fall asleep after drinking too much and are unable to wake up due to an earthquake. The other is that they turn into a chatterbox and can't stop talking for a moment.
Feng Kuang fell into the second category. Following Ye Dongping's order, he went to lie on the bed in the inner room for five minutes. He couldn't help but ran out again, shouting: "Uncle Ye, I can't sleep!"
"Boy, come and sit..."
Ye Dongping shook his head, put down the chopsticks he had just picked up and was about to eat, picked up the painting next to him, and said, "If you can't sleep, why don't you tell me how this object came about?"
"What...what is this?"
Feng Kuang reached out to take it, but Ye Dongping opened it, "You don't know what you collected yourself? You put it together with those books..."
After Feng Kuang thought for a while, he patted his thigh and said, "I remembered, Uncle Ye, is it the painting with a mountain of dirt and two old men playing chess?"
Ye Tian was also very curious about the origin of this painting and rushed to answer: "Yes, crazy brother, this is the painting. How did you get it?"
"I got it. By the way, Uncle Ye, do you think this painting is an antique?"
Mentioning this painting, Feng Kuang sobered up a bit. He originally planned to open an antique store. Although it turned out to be a junkyard by accident, Feng Kuang has always paid attention to these old things.
"It's an antique, and it's from the Ming Dynasty. It's four to five hundred years ago. Feng Zi, how did you get it?" After hearing Feng Kuang's repeated questions, Ye Dongping also didn't tell the origin of this painting.
I'm getting a little impatient.
"Hey, I was really blinded. I will tell my uncle later..." Feng Kuang's excited look made Ye Dongping want to slap him on the head. Why didn't he get to the point?
Feng Kuang lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Uncle Ye, guess how I got it?"
"Xiaotian, go get a basin of water and let him wake up..." Ye Dongping went completely berserk, and this kid was even more energetic.
Seeing that Ye Dongping was angry, Feng Kuang said quickly: "No, no, Uncle Ye, I said it's not okay. This painting was sold to me by an old lady..."
This happened just a while ago. That day, Feng Kuang was driving a cart to Xicheng to collect scraps. A group of old ladies were collecting shoe soles in a row of bungalows. When they heard Feng Kuang yelling about collecting "wine bottles, old books, and rotten plastics," they were all shocked.
I got up and went home to rummage through the junk.
It is said that these days, those who collect scraps and rags or "strongly sharpen knives and scissors" are like going through a sieve every day, cleaning almost every household. What the old ladies bring are some old books and worn-out books.
Plastic washbasins and other items.
Feng Kuang weighed these things and paid for them. When he was about to leave, he suddenly saw an old lady putting a rolled-up object next to the basket where she kept her shoe soles.
At that time, he thought the thing was paper, so he asked the old lady if she could sell it. Unexpectedly, the old lady said that the thing was made of cloth and could be used to cut shoe patterns.
Looking at the wood on both sides of the scroll, it had been polished to a bit of shine. In addition, Feng Kuang had been thinking about antiques during this period, so he spent a dollar to buy this scroll, which was a bit heavy.
