Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

These books are not considered cultural relics, but they are still in good condition and have a commemorative significance.

Yang Mo walked around and began to pick and choose in other areas.

This is a porcelain bowl, it looks like it should be from a folk kiln.Yang Mo held a small off-white bowl and looked at it, and he was also making a judgment on this small bowl in his heart.This bowl is not that translucent color, and the texture is very ordinary, but Yang Mo can still see some sense of age.

The value is still not high.

There are not many porcelains such as dishes and jars in the waste station. After all, no matter what time it is, everyone will use it at home.

But there are quite a few pottery. Compared with porcelain, the surface of this thing is not smooth and not good-looking. After many people upgrade or buy new dishes, the pottery is eliminated.

Yang Mo found several pieces of pottery here that she thought were extremely valuable.A soiled clay pot with a lot of dust on it, and two horizontal decorative patterns can be vaguely seen on the pot.

The patterns are all simple lines interlaced into a grid, which is not complicated, but it is considered a good thing.

The other one is painted pottery, which is also a jar, but the shape is a little more special. There is no dust on this jar. Yang Mo feels that this jar is like wine, and he can faintly smell a little wine.

In fact, what the jar contains depends entirely on the person who uses it. This jar has only been sent to the waste station not long ago, and it was indeed used to hold wine before it was sent.

Yang Mo also put this jar aside, and he must take it with him when he leaves.

Here Yang Mo also found a pottery figurine, which is a female villain with a very vivid facial expression, and Yang Mo also took it out alone.

After turning around again, Yang Mo didn't find anything else of value, so Yang Mo was about to leave.

Yang Mo, who was packing things in a cloth bag, arrived at the door and found that the middle-aged man who bought the copper stove also came to line up.

Yang Mo didn't bother, and took out the letter of introduction and a few things. Because she had the letter of introduction and student ID card, she checked out quite happily, and didn't encounter any difficulties, and went out after buying things.

Before walking ten meters, she was stopped: "Comrade, hello comrade, can you wait a moment?"

Yang Mo turned around, and it was the middle-aged man wearing glasses who called her to stop, the one who bought the incense burner.

Yang Mo: "What's the matter with you?"

The middle-aged man approached a little closer and replied in a low voice: "Hello, I saw that some of the things you bought at the scrap yard are all old things. There is one thing I like quite a bit. Sure to please you."

Yang Mo glanced at him, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, all the things I bought are useful, and I don't want to sell them for now."

The middle-aged man became a little anxious: "Hey, comrade, I don't mean any harm, I'm really interested in one of your items."

Yang Mo was a little upset, he was just looking for things, and he was still interested in that stove, didn't he ask you for it, so you can force him to buy it from me.

"Sir, this shopping also pays attention to fate. You see, if you go to other scrap yards to look for it, maybe your fate will come."

Although Yang Mo didn't know what he was talking about, he wouldn't hand it over easily.

"In this way, this lesbian, it's not convenient to talk here, why don't we change places."

Yang Mo glanced at him, and refused without hesitation: "Sorry, I still have something to do."

Yang Mo is not afraid of anything, with the system and space in hand, Yang Mo believes that no one in Beijing can pose a threat to her personally, but many things are hidden, and Yang Mo does not want to have more contact with this stranger.

When the middle-aged man saw it, he knew it was a misunderstanding, and quickly explained: "I was the one who was abrupt."

After speaking, he opened his own bag. It was a big briefcase, but it was bulging with the things inside.

In the meantime, he opened the zipper, and pulled out another small copper shovel-like thing from the bottom of the small copper stove.

"Look at this."

Yang Mo didn't reach out, but he took a closer look. This small copper shovel is exquisite, but the shape is a little different. It is said that the shovel is a bit too small.

But what is it if it is not a shovel?

Suddenly, Yang Mo had a flash of inspiration, isn't this the weighing pan of that weighing beam.

"Is this a weighing pan?" She still asked a little unsure.

The middle-aged man nodded: "That's right, this one has been put in the pile of copper and iron metals. I saw the scales you took, little girl, you don't want them to be separated, right?"

Yang Mo looked at this small weighing pan, and his heart was moved. This one is very delicate, and it also matches the pole very well. However, even if you want to make a pair, why don't you make it for yourself.

Yang Mo: "Then do you sell this weighing pan? I will also satisfy you with the price."

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Mo: "I didn't expect to meet a connoisseur. The girl has already started collecting at such a young age."

Yang Mo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him: "If you don't sell it, I'll leave first. I definitely won't sell mine."

As he spoke, he was about to turn around.

She is not stupid, it is obvious that the value of the beam is higher, so she will not have the beauty of an adult.

"Hey, little comrade, wait a minute."

The middle-aged man stopped her again: "Look at this, since you are a collector, then I will change the head office with you. You also know that the weighing beam and the weighing pan are not worth much if they are separated."

Yang Mo: "My scale beam is better, so it's not a loss to trade with you."

The middle-aged man said dumbfoundedly: "Don't worry, I won't let you suffer, so why don't we find a place to discuss and see what you want to change."

Yang Mo looked at her: "I still have two clay pots here, how about changing the weighing pan with you."

The middle-aged people were a little speechless: "It's useless if you have a weighing pan, and this scale can't be used either. Can you hang up the pan? Do you have a weight? Isn't it a defective product in your hands?"

Yang Mo: "Do you still have the weight?"

The middle-aged man looked around: "It's not very convenient after all, how about we change places."

Yang Mo looked at him again: "You don't have any bad intentions, do you?"

To be honest, although I am not afraid, I still have to take precautions.

The middle-aged man looked at Yang Mo with black lines all over his face, and then took out a small notebook from his pocket: "Well, this is my work permit, take a look, am I worthy of lying to you?"

After Yang Mo took it over to look at it, he was also surprised. This person actually works in the Cultural Bureau, and the position on the certificate is an officer.

At this age, Yang Mo thought he was a leader, but he turned out to be just an officer.

This is what Yang Mo doesn't understand. Most of the current cadres are of a certain age. Many of them have participated in the war and changed jobs. Many officers must be very old.

But this certificate finally dispelled some of Yang Mo's doubts, so he left directly with the middle-aged man.