Zhang on the side took one look at Chu Heng's strange behavior and instantly guessed the purpose of the release. After nodding his head happily, he gave a reminder: "If you want to find those who can't help but release, you have to go inside. There is ventilation inside."
That shelf next to the mouth."
Chu Heng said quickly: "Where is it? Please take me there."
"Follow me."
Zhang immediately led the way with a flashlight, and at the same time said nonchalantly: "Hey, this basement is not a place to store antiques. I had no choice but to make this move."
"Some of the calligraphy and paintings started to grow moldy within three months after I put them in. I didn't dare to take them out to dry in the sun, so I had to put them in the vents to keep them for as long as possible."
"When you go back, if you have the conditions, take it under the sun and bask in it. If there is anything that needs repairing, I will help you then."
"Don't worry, I will definitely store it well when I get back." Chu Heng thought of the warehouse's special ability to freeze time, and patted his chest confidently.
"I believe that." Zhang Yiyi smiled after hearing this, and after walking a few more steps, he stopped at a corner store. He pointed to the shelf in front of him and said, "That's all, basically.
You can take the calligraphy, paintings and ancient books as you see them."
Chu Heng looked at it with a flashlight and saw that it was piled high. He immediately rolled up his sleeves and said, "What else are you looking at? Let's come together and move them all up. You go up there first. I'll be there."
Send it from the bottom up."
"You are not a vegetarian."
Zhang turned to look at him with an expression on his face that became more and more satisfied. He immediately moved up and worked with the handsome guy below to move things up.
In the whole process, Chu Heng was the most tiring.
He was tall and had to bend over all the time. In addition, he had to go up and down for a while, and soon he was exhausted and sweating profusely. However, Zhang Yiyan didn't have to move at all, and there wasn't even a sign on his face.
There were no beads of sweat at all, and I even had the time to light a cigarette.
After a while, the moving work was finally completed.
In total, they brought out more than 100 volumes of calligraphy and paintings and more than 200 ancient and rare books. There were all kinds of things, some were about to become moldy, some were already moldy, and some were in good condition.
"Oh my god."
After Chu Heng climbed up, he punched the male dog on the waist with a painful look on his face and complained: "I said Master Zhang, why don't you make the basement higher? I can't even straighten my waist!"
"That's a secret room. Are you going to build a house?"
Zhang rolled his eyes at him, then pointed to the calligraphy, paintings and books placed everywhere in the room and said, "I've finished counting them for you. There are 345 items in total. If you don't believe me, just count them."
"No need, we haven't known each other for a day or two, and I still trust you." Chu Hengkou smiled brightly, took out a cigarette and lit one, then took out a stack of Tutuan Tuan from his bag and asked
Said: "Should I give you the money directly, or give you part of it and exchange the rest for food and drink?"
Zhang thought for a while and said: "Don't worry about the money first, tell me first, what can you sell me? And at what price."
"You can get whatever you want, but the price will definitely be higher. You also know the current situation. The black market has long since disappeared. I also bought it at a high price." Chu Heng had a harmless smile on his face, and his expression was very sincere.
Zhang Yizhi curled his lips when he heard this, and said angrily: "Stop bragging like me. I want whatever you want. I want bird's nests and shark fins, do you have them?"
"Yes, regardless of these, I also have abalone and sea cucumber." Chu Heng smiled and stretched out his hands, making an arc shape the size of a goose egg, and said: "Such a big abalone costs ten yuan each.
, do you want to come over and try some? I also have ham, a serious Xuanwei ham, more than ten pounds each. If you want it, I will sell you one for three hundred yuan."
"I'm looking down on you. You're quite capable!"
Zhang looked Chu Heng up and down, as if he was meeting Chu Heng for the first time, and immediately urged: "Okay, stop talking about useless things, how do you sell grain and meat?"
"Who are you kidding me? I'm serious." Chu Heng smiled and puffed on his cigarette, sat down with his butt raised, crossed his legs and said in a crackling voice as if announcing the name of the dish: "Five cents for coarse grains, one piece for fine grains, and no difference in oil."
There are three types of items, and the same goes for meat. Regardless of pigs, sheep, or cattle, they all cost five yuan. Eggs cost five cents each, chickens cost three yuan a pound, and cloth and corduroy cost..."
Although Zhang had already guessed at a glance that things would be more expensive, he was still stunned when he heard the prices of various things.
black!
It’s so dark!
How many times has it been turned over?
After listening for a while, he couldn't help it anymore, interrupted the thief, stared at him and said: "No, I think your kid is too dark-hearted? The whole grains in the grain store are only more than nine cents.
How many times have you turned over?"
When Chu Heng heard this, he immediately stopped working. He rubbed his neck in dissatisfaction and said, "Hey, Master Zhang, I don't want to hear what you said. When there was a pigeon market, the coarse grains were only two cents."
Well, in this situation, is it too much for me to sell you fifty cents?"
"I'm telling you, I only gave you this price because of our previous friendship. If it were someone else, I could sell it again if I rebrew it, would you believe it?"
"We have to speak with our conscience!"
"Come on, stop nagging." Zhang Yi waved his hands impatiently, trying hard to calm down, but when he thought that one of Tang Bohu's paintings could be exchanged for a pound of fine grain, he couldn't help it.
toothache.
However, he also knew that at this moment, he was lucky enough to have someone collecting antiques and providing him with food, so he shouldn't expect too much.
The reason why he is like this is just because he is upset.
Well, it will be fine if you get used to it in a few years...
Zhang glanced at the things in the room with a sigh on his face, chewed a few toothbrush seeds, and sighed: "This way, you can give me twenty kilograms of fine grains, a hundred kilograms of coarse grains, and five kilograms of oil. That's it.
Bring me two more pounds of mutton, get some sesame paste, and give the rest in cash."
"Is two kilograms of meat enough?" Chu Heng asked with a smile.
"My brother is the only one in my family now, and two pounds is enough." Zhang rolled his eyelids and urged: "Hurry up, settle the account, and get out of here now."
"Okay, I'll do it for you right now."
Chu Heng quickly took out a pen and paper, and after writing calculations for a while, he said: "Twenty yuan for fine grains, fifty yuan for coarse grains, ten yuan for mutton, and I will give you one yuan for sesame paste, a total of eighty-one yuan.
Do you think so?"
"It's not up to you to decide whether it's going to work or not? Can I still find a second seller?" Zhang glanced at him sideways, and his heart ached so much. He paid more than eighty yuan for such a small amount of food. He wanted to put it aside.
Enough to feed a family for more than half a year!
"I didn't charge you more." Chu Heng muttered and started to count the money. After handing him the remaining two hundred yuan, he said: "It will be this time tomorrow night, let's see you there or not."
