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The boundless look of the old man here made Ding Yu even try to pretend to be blind, "You should stop acting and just keep observing me these days! In addition to watching me transport things out of the country, what else have you observed?

?If you have anything to say, just say it. I have gotten a lot of good things from you these days. I will not refuse if I can help."

"Humph, that's nice to say. Neither of us knows each other. If you run away, I don't know where to find you. How can I help you?"

Ding Yu smiled and said, "You have to worry about me. It's really because I am in a special situation. I am not from here. I am far away from our place. I also plan to not know anyone after I leave. After all, the things I got out are to be honest.

It will still cause me trouble at this time. However, I

The things I promise you are definitely not false. I can make money myself. To be honest, at the beginning, I thought I would sell these old things when the environment improved and I would be able to get enough money to eat and drink for the rest of my life. But I kept collecting them.

It becomes a habit, and the more you see, the more satisfied you become.

These things all confirm the existence of history. The great achievements left by those ancestors who have traveled far and wide, and are amazingly talented. Learning about their lives makes me feel that no matter how far I travel, no matter how much money I spend to collect the imprints they left.

It’s all worth it.”

"However, no matter how satisfied you are, it is not as important as real life. Collecting these and arranging them can only be regarded as a hobby, and life is reality. I met you by chance. I am grateful for your convenience. I can help as much as I can.

I can help, but anything beyond my scope will only live up to your old expectations. And telling my true origin is beyond my ability in my opinion. I don’t want to bring trouble to my family just because of some of my hobbies.

To threaten."

Although the old man is very kind and cute, Ding Yu has no intention of telling his real name and origin to someone he has been with for such a short time. You must always remember this saying: be on guard against others.

The old man listened carefully to what Ding Yu said. He was not angry because of Ding Yu's distrust. Instead, he nodded. When Ding Yu turned around to leave, he called out to Ding Yu.

"Wait a minute. After coming all the way and eating so much breakfast, I can't just let you go home after picking up so much junk. Come on, let me show you the real good things!"

Ding Yu looked at the old man's back, and immediately followed him without any pretense. Then he was taken to a room by the old man. In this room was a book rack, and there were various long and short necked items on the rack.

The bottles are large and small, but they are not carefully arranged. They are large and small, tall and short, and come in all kinds of colors. They are not aesthetically pleasing.

Without even looking at the shelf, the old man walked around the shelf and went inside, pulled out a camphor wood box, opened it, and found on the top the "Sikuquanshu" written on it.

Tench:.

"I see you like books and paintings. Few of the books outside are authentic. The ones inside are valuable for collection."

Old man Wu from the recycling bin here in the east. The first time Ding Yu met him, his sharp eyes made her scalp numb. You know, it’s not like she has never killed anyone in the last days. The zombies that eat people are ashen.

She had seen countless eyes, and it was not like she had never seen the murderous eyes before, but when Old Man Wu's eyes swept across her body, Ding Yu felt cold all over.

The old man glanced sideways, moved his lips, and then waved his hand, "Okay, okay, tell me you don't understand, but I picked a good one."

Then the old man took her to see his collection of calligraphy and paintings, which were all hidden in a large-diameter bottle, and he pulled out a picture of a beautiful woman named Tang Yinhua.

He looked at the old man carefully and said, "Give it all to me?" He pointed at himself stupidly.

Only then did Tengyu feel real. She was not greedy and only took the seven or eight books above.

Ding Yu knew that this painting would become a national treasure in the future. Although he felt a little unreasonable, he hugged her and didn't want to let go. He said cruelly, "What on earth do you want me to do? As long as I don't kill people and set fires, I won't do it."

It's not against morality to resell national treasures, so I'll do my best to help you get it done."

I originally wanted to say it was not illegal, but what she was doing now was illegal at this time. What could she do?

The old man stared at her for a long time, and finally said to her, "Go to the east and pick it up. I don't have any good stuff here, and I'm not the only scrap station in the city. We know the old man Wu in the east.

When you arrive, mention me to him and he won't embarrass you."

Ding Yu was crying now. She wanted to go home early.

The old man was impatient and left the scrap yard. Unexpectedly, not only was he not embarrassed, but he also introduced a friend to continue opening the back door.

"What are you thinking about? This is my own collection, old man. I just selected a few books for you."

There was a box full of books, and Tengyu was afraid that he would catch his breath. It was all an illusion created by himself.

After Ding Yu took the things and left, old man Wu stopped dismantling furniture and came to Ding Yu.

But Ding Yu, who was walking in, felt a little regretful about agreeing to the old man. This old man Wu didn't look like a good person. Don't think she got involved in some gang by mistake, right?

As long as they're not spies, gangs or others, it's fine. The first type is the one I'm most afraid of!

Old man Wu looked thin and black. He wore a woolen hat with untied threads on his head. It was obvious that he was not the kind of person who usually liked to talk. Ding Yu came forward and said that he was the old man from the west waste station and introduced him.

He just stared at the tench, then raised his chin inside and went about his own business.

She had coveted the landscape painting in Old Man Qiao's hand before, and now she saw his "Almond Blossom Thatch".

He grabbed the tench and said, "This is it."

"Take the ten dollars."

It's strange that Old Man Wu looks old, but his voice doesn't sound old.

That's it?

However, I thought to myself that after the tench went in, it still kept digging around without stopping at all.

The old man was not angry.

Tengyu gave him one last strange look, then packed up the things he picked out and left.

The next day, Tengyu came again. When it was about to leave at noon, Tengyu couldn't bear it anymore and said to Old Man Wu, "The Chinese New Year is coming soon. I won't come here for another day. I have to go home to celebrate the New Year."

It was already late to go home now, and I was later than expected on the way here, and then I went to the ancient capital and talked a lot. I originally wanted to collect the trash and go back in five days, but I didn't expect to run into the old man from the scrap yard.

If she was allowed to throw things out, she would not let them go.

But even if she hadn't finished emptying out the tench, she still had to leave. Her space couldn't fit anymore. She tried every night to make room for those who wanted to go in the next day, but the place was so big, there was nothing she could do.
Chapter completed!