The destination is a small farm.
The yard here is quite large, without fences, a bungalow, a garage, a warehouse and the like.
Hearing the sound of the car, two dogs ran out and barked at the pickup truck. Then an old man with gray hair and a somewhat thin body walked out of the yard.
When Zhu Yu got out of the car, a dog rushed towards him and was about to bite him. Zhu Yu subconsciously raised his foot and kicked him. The old man shouted:
"Max, come back!"
The dog barked at Zhu Yu unwillingly and ran back.
Zhu Yu stepped forward with a smile and stretched out his hand:
"Is it Mr. Downer? I was introduced by Old John. My name is Zhu Yu."
"Hello, young man." Tang Na said to Zhu Yu while comforting the dog, "Are you here to see my treasures?"
"Yes."
"Come on, come with me." Tang Na probably saw too many people looking at the collection, so he didn't say much and took Zhu Yu to a warehouse next to the yard.
The warehouse should be a converted garage, with only one large iron door and a big lock hanging on it.
Donner took out a bunch of keys from his belt, found a big guy, opened the lock, and said while pulling the door open:
"I have been collecting these treasures for decades. Now that I want to sell them, I really can't bear to part with them. It's just that my son doesn't like them and he's not here. It would be a pity to throw them away... Forget it, you choose!"
Zhu Yu helped Tang Na open the iron door, and then saw piles of things!
The warehouse is about twenty square meters, with shelves on three sides against the walls, and they are all full of things.
There are also a lot of "collectibles", or sundries, piled on the middle floor.
A veritable warehouse!
Zhu Yu glanced over and saw that there were various styles of things here, such as an old-fashioned motorcycle that was popular in the 1960s and 1970s in the middle; there was a wooden table next to the motorcycle, with a very simple saddle on it. , leaning against the saddle lay a roll of carpet.
The shelves on the left are filled with wood carvings, old-fashioned disks, record players, etc., and on the right... Huh?
Zhu Yu saw a bundle of katana swords at a glance!
He stepped forward and took down the bundle of katana swords and placed them on the small table next to the saddle.
There are eight samurai swords in this bundle, seven of which are about the same length, about one meter; the other one is shorter, almost fifty centimeters long.
Habitually scanning it with his heavenly eye, Zhu Yu stayed there at that time!
Among the seven katana swords, six were very ordinary swords with nothing on them.
Another one has the four characters "Yagyu Fengsaku" engraved on the handle.
Is this considered a work by a famous artist?
At least it's customized, right? Not the kind that refers to production!
This handle should be worth a lot of money!
Of course, this is not the point!
The key point is the short one. The blade in the scabbard is so rusty that the blade can no longer be seen. However, there are six small golden seal characters hidden inside the wooden handle: "Tianbao Eight Years Qian Wen"!
Tianbao, isn't it the reign name of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty?
Isn't this a Tang Dao?
Zhu Yu felt that his heart was about to beat out of his chest!
Hold on!
Regardless of whether it is or not, just looking at the rust on this knife, it must have been around for a long time!
Think about it, those professional rust makers in China still can’t find Tangner, right?
However, just to be on the safe side, Zhu Yu casually picked up a samurai sword and drew it out, looking at it and asking:
"Mr. Downer, where did you get these knives from? How much did they cost?"
"I was a veteran of World War II." Donner looked at the samurai swords and said with a look of reminiscence:
"At that time, we captured several RB officers in Ryukyu. Some of these were found from their residences, and some were picked up from the battlefield."
Zhu Yu most likely understood that these things should be genuine.
He could see that Donner didn't lie, and there was no need to lie.
"Then the price..."
"A hundred dollars each." Donner looked at the rusty knives and said, "Actually, I quite like these knives. It's just that they are of little use anymore."
"make a deal!"
Zhu Yu was ecstatic, but did not show it. He took out a wad of money, counted out eight hundred dollars and handed it over.
Then he hugged the knife directly and went out and put it into the back seat of the pickup truck.
Tang Na followed him out, but Zhu Yu turned back:
"Mr. Downer, I want to see it again."
"Okay, okay!" Tang Na thought Zhu Yu wanted those knives and was a little disappointed. Although eight hundred dollars is not a small amount, he has so many "collections" that the people who came to see them in the past two days are not very interested.
When will it be sold out?
Is it really disposed of as waste?
It is also a good thing for Zhu Yu to buy more.
Zhu Yu entered the warehouse and his eyes fell on the saddle.
The workmanship of the saddle is not very fine, but it looks like it has a primitive beauty. Probably due to lack of maintenance, the edges of the cowhide are already a little curled.
He put his hand on it and looked at it. The traces of use on the saddle were very obvious and it was very smooth.
The entire saddle is made of wood, leather and copper.
Scanning with his heavenly eye, Zhu Yu discovered that the wooden frame inside the saddle was branded with very beautiful patterns, and there were cursive characters underneath, which he could not recognize.
"How much does this saddle cost?" Zhu Yu asked.
"Two hundred dollars," Donner said.
"I want it." Zhu Yu thought that if he took it out and took care of it, he could sell it for thousands of dollars.
Zhu Yu turned his attention to the old motorcycle again.
Judging from the container auctions during this period, Zhu Yu knew that many second-hand goods, especially motorcycles, had a market the older they were.
Although this motorcycle can no longer be ridden, as long as it is repaired, someone will definitely want it.
"How much does this thing cost?" Zhu Yu asked again.
Tang Na didn't expect that Zhu Yu would buy so many things during today's grand opening.
"Two...one hundred and fifty dollars." Tang Na actually lowered the price. After all, Zhu Yu bought a lot of things and never negotiated the price. He was also a little embarrassed - he left room for bargaining when he quoted the price.
"Okay, I want it!"
Zhu Yu looked around again and found nothing particularly conspicuous and liked, so he stopped.
After paying the money, the saddle and motorcycle were put into the compartment of the pickup truck and bundled firmly. Zhu Yu said goodbye to Tang Na.
"Young man, let's have a cup of tea before we go!" Tang Na enthusiastically invited Zhu Yu.
Zhu Yu was not polite and followed Tang Na into the courtyard.
The yard was littered with furniture, tools, wooden shelves and the like.
Donner explained as he walked:
“This place is planned to be cleaned up and sold, so it’s quite messy.”
Zhu Yu nodded to express understanding.
After drinking tea for a while in Tang Na's yard and listening to Tang Na recall his glorious years on the battlefield, Zhu Yu stood up and left.
When they left, Max and the other dog were already wagging their tails at Zhu Yu.
The car was far away, and Zhu Yu could still see Tang Na's figure and the two dogs running around next to him.
Is it considered lonely?
never mind.
What matters now is the knife!
