Siheyuan: Returning to 61 to collect waste

Amid the words of her family, Qin Huairu finally stood up and walked out of the house with a little embarrassment.

At this time, Sha Zhu was lying comfortably on the bed, soaking his feet and humming an out-of-tune tune.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, disrupting his little world.

I was curious about who was knocking on the door at this hour, and when I opened the door, I saw the face I had been looking forward to day and night, Qin Huairu.

Sha Zhu quickly stood up, even a little nervous and at a loss. "Sister, why are you here?" He asked in surprise when he saw Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu closed the door and looked at him with a charming smile: "You still know how to enjoy life in summer?" She walked closer. "Hey, I'm tired of standing all day, so I'll feel better after soaking my feet and resting for a while!" Zhuzi explained. "You know how to enjoy life." Qin Huairu praised.

Sha Zhu couldn't bear to see Qin Huairu trapped and helpless, so he quickly said, "No matter what happens, sister, I'm here. Tell me, I will do what I can and will not be vague!" His words were full of concern.

Hearing this, Qin Huairu said with some embarrassment: "Zhu Zi, I really have something to ask you." Her words concealed her entanglement and demands.

Chi Zhu patted his chest and said to Sister Qin: "Sister Qin, please tell me."

Qin Huairu thought for a moment, her eyes misty with tears, looking very touching. "Chizhu, you know your brother Xu Ri's legs are so bad, I'm the only one supporting the family, Gang Gang and Dan Er are still small, and I'm pregnant, the salary from the factory is not enough to support the family!" She sighed helplessly.

Hearing this, Chi Zhu nodded repeatedly. He knew how difficult it was for Qin Huairu.

When she married into the Jia family in her early years, she felt deeply that Qin Huairu was virtuous.

Sometimes I thought to myself, if I could have married a woman like this, how nice it would have been. "Chizhu, you work in the factory cafeteria every day, can you do me a favor? Can you bring some leftovers home? Banggang and Daner are growing up, and they only eat porridge and two-in-one (Li Li Zhao) pancakes every day, which is not enough nutrition."

When he heard about this, Chi Zhu felt troubled.

He could bring leftovers back, but it might not be a good idea to do that every day. "Sister Qin, I'm afraid this is not appropriate."

Looking at Chi Zhu, Qin Huairu grabbed his hand, tears streaming down her face, and begged, "Chi Zhu, please help me, I really have no other choice!" These words seemed to be squeezed from her heart.

Chi Zhu suddenly felt like he was struck by lightning, and his heart was filled with strangeness. He didn't care about anything else and immediately agreed: "Sister Qin, don't worry, I will help you bring leftovers every day. If you have any difficulties, just come to me, it's a piece of cake!"

Hearing this, Qin Huairu wiped her eyes and smiled.

She thought that now that the Ye family's life was getting better, perhaps she could use a similar method to impress Ye Chuan.

Such a young and energetic unmarried man would definitely not be able to resist her attraction.

When he returned to work, Ye Chuan noticed that the manager's position had been replaced by an old man named Cheng Jinshan. He was skinny and looked about fifty years old, with a pair of smart and cunning small eyes.

Seeing Ye Chuan coming, Cheng Jinshan didn't even look at him, as if he treated him as an ordinary employee.

Instead, Deputy Manager Tan was smiling and accompanying him. The two seemed quite close and often had pleasant conversations.

As usual, the colleagues smoked a cigarette and chatted for a while before leaving. But as soon as the cigarettes were lit, Cheng Jinshan suddenly shouted at them: "How dare you guys smoke? Did you see the time clearly? Why are you dawdling? Go to work!"

Everyone looked at each other and hurried to their tractors. Only Ye Chuan looked calm and slowly blew out smoke rings.

Cheng Jinshan became more and more angry and asked loudly again: "You are not included in the scolding of them? Why don't you get back to work!"

Ye Chuan looked at them sideways, then calmly jumped onto the tricycle he was riding with Fatty Han and drove out. "Damn, what's so great about that?" Fatty Han spat and said disdainfully. This sentence was recorded in the content of No. 803.

Ye Chuan patted Fatty's back gently and said to him, "Fatty, why bother with such people?" He went on to say, "Actually, unless you take the initiative to cause trouble, let them say whatever they want.

The goal is to quietly make money, not to let them affect my mood.”

The fat man nodded and concentrated on riding his bike.

Soon, the tricycle arrived at the garden near Aunt Yao's residential area.

They come here once a week to recycle old appliances, and if the quantity is too little or too much, they may miss the opportunity.

I happened to come here to collect things on this day.

The cool shade of the trees and the fragrance of flowers are also a kind of enjoyment.

When they arrived at the destination, Fatty Han parked the car steadily and leaned comfortably against the flower bed. Ye Chuan sat in the truck bed, took out a book, and immersed himself in reading.

When CDCI was immersed in his world of books, a voice suddenly interrupted him. "Xiao Ye, what are you reading?" He looked up and saw Aunt Yu with a smile on her face, while the uncle behind her was concentrating on reading his book. "Hello, Aunt Yu and Uncle. I received a copy of "Yuewei Caotang Notes" a few days ago and just flipped through it." Aunt Yu's uncle came over and said with a smile, "My last name is Wang, so you can just call me Uncle Wang from now on.

Can you understand this book? "

"Uncle Wang, to me reading these books is like telling stories. Ji Xiaolan's writing is quite attractive." Uncle Wang nodded and had a better impression of Ye Chuan in his heart. He was an honest and hardworking man, and he had a good habit of loving reading. Such young people were really rare.

From her pocket, Aunt Yu took out two bottles of soda, handed one to Ye Chuan and the other to Fatty Han.

She said kindly, "It's so hot today, drink some soda to quench your thirst. I just took it from the refrigerator."

Ye Chuan thanked the old lady without hesitation, then drank it all in one gulp and unscrewed the bottle cap with a click.

The cool feeling makes the body comfortable and the summer heat is immediately reduced a lot.

The old lady smiled and said, "Your uncle Wang and I are going to buy some vegetables. We will leave the remaining empty bottles there." After that, the two of them left, leaving Ye Chuan alone there.

When two middle-aged men came over with an open cypress box, Uncle Wang looked displeased.

After muttering something in a low voice, the two men stood still and stared at the two men. "Scrap purchase, how do you value these things?" A bald middle-aged man asked in a rough voice. "Put it aside!" Ye Chuan pointed to the place near the tricycle.

The two men put down the cypress box with a chuckle, stood up, and were slightly startled when they saw Uncle Wang and the others. "Oh, you two are here, are you going out to buy groceries?" The bald middle-aged man said with a smile.

Uncle Wang said unhappily, "Your father is just temporarily unable to move, he is not dead, so why are you so eager to cash in?"

Xiao Hu retorted: "Uncle Wang, why are you speaking so harshly? My brothers and I take care of him. I am a worker, and my younger brother lost his job and had to sell the house to support my father."

At this point, Uncle Wang was so furious that he almost raised his beard in anger: "Da Hu and Xiao Hu, this is outrageous! You actually want to sell the house. Do you think your father didn't leave early enough?"

Xiaohu glanced at Uncle Wang and said, "Uncle Wang, what does this have to do with you? It's not like we're selling your house!" Uncle Wang was about to speak, but Aunt Yu gently pulled his arm and whispered, "Old man, don't worry about it. It's a private matter."

So, Uncle Wang sighed deeply and let his wife lead him away. Before leaving, he did not forget to mutter in a low voice: "Ah, this prodigal son... Uncle Zhu is really pitiful."

Xiaohu glanced at Uncle Wang's departing back with disdain: "Humph, he just likes to meddle in other people's business."

Ye Chuan hated this kind of people who only cared about themselves. He was incompetent, but he relied on his parents' hard work to make a living, but he had to deal with the livelihood that came to him. "Are you selling all these things? Are you giving up the boxes too?"

Xiao Hu replied without any regret: "Sell everything that can be exchanged for cash! You guys hurry up and pack up, there are more things in the house that need to be put in the boxes."

Ye Chuan nodded and began to sort the items in the box with Fatty Han.

There were pots and pans, old books, and even broken mirrors and flower pots inside. Surprisingly, in half a box of messy things, Ye Chuan found an exquisite porcelain piece that was split in half, cut neatly, as if a martial arts master had cut it in half with superb knife skills.

Ye Chuan held a porcelain vase in his hand, and his mind moved slightly. Could it be that

"Young master, stop looking at it, it's simply a fake among fakes!" Seeing Ye Chuan staring at it intently, Da Hu couldn't help but interrupt. "How come this vase is only half done?" Fatty Han also paused his actions and asked curiously. "God knows! It's so fake, probably because of the lack of materials, the production was stopped halfway!" Da Hu deduced. "My dad is like this, he keeps that fake vase at home like a treasure." Xiao Hu's voice was full of sarcasm. "Indeed! It clearly says 'Qianlong Famille Rose' on the bottom. If Emperor Qianlong saw such a vase, he would definitely chop off the head.

It is used to fool laymen like us." Da Hu explained.

During the conversation, Fat Han had already emptied the camphorwood box, and the two of them carried it back home to put their belongings in it.

Ye Chuan hugged the porcelain bottle tightly, and he couldn't calm down for a long time.

He examined the half porcelain vase and was sure that it was a genuine work of art, regardless of its body, glaze color, or craftsmanship.

Taking a deep breath, he had already figured out where it came from.

It is a famille rose floral wall vase from the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty.

The name itself suggests that this broken vase was originally intended to be hung on the wall as decoration.

Judging from its colour, texture and painterly technique, this vase is a true masterpiece, most likely from a lost school of craftsmanship.

Even in later generations, many people have never seen this kind of wall bottle, let alone in the 1960s when information was scarce?

If it weren't for his advanced identification ability, the true value of this artifact might never have been discovered.

This wall vase, which the brothers regarded as waste, would be worth tens of millions of yuan if it were put on the modern market.

No wonder their father cherished it so much. However, the two brothers were short-sighted and easily gave up the inheritance from generation to generation just for a little profit.

Ye Chuan carefully wrapped the porcelain bottle and put it into the cloth bag on the handle of the cart.

Although he trusted Han Pang enough, he would never reveal the system space in front of strangers. That was related to his core secrets and the foundation of his foothold, and there could be no mistakes.