Qin Haofeng told the villagers Chen Yang's suggestion. After a while, Sister Xia trotted over and was very enthusiastic when she saw Chen Yang and others.
Sister Xia led the way, followed by Chen Yang and the others. Starting from the first house at the entrance of the village, Sister Xia led Chen Yang and the others into the yard.
"Come in quickly, sit down and drink a bowl of water." The aunt warmly greeted Chen Yang and others to sit down. "Thankfully you came to collect it, otherwise I would not be able to move that far away by myself because of the rags in our house."
The aunt grinned. When Chen Yang and the others came last time, she went to her eldest son's house and didn't catch up. This time the old man and his younger son went to the city to sell vegetables again, and they were worried about how to send these rags there. , Chen Yang and the others came to the door.
"Auntie, where are Gouwa and his father?" Sister Xia asked smoothly while drinking water.
"I went to sell vegetables in the city," the aunt said, clapped her legs and said with a smile, "After I heard what you said last time, I asked the old man to pack up a lot of old things. They are all piled up over there. You can just take them away in one cart! "
After the aunt finished speaking, she pointed to a broken shed in the corner of the yard and signaled to a few people that it was there. The three of them looked in the direction of the aunt's finger. Qin Haofeng and Zhao Tiezhu smiled and ran towards the broken shed, preparing to move everything out.
When Chen Yang came to the shed and took a look inside, he immediately wanted to laugh out loud. The aunt really didn't lie. She really cleaned up all the rags in the house.
A blocked piece of wood, with shavings falling off when touched by hand; an old-fashioned kerosene lamp with no lampshade; and a rusty handsaw...
Watching Zhu Zhu and Qin Haofeng sort out a pile of junk, Chen Yang squatted on the ground and looked through it. There were no more designated antiques, so it was up to him to see how much he could get if these things were treated as scrap.
The aunt on the side came over and asked Chen Yang, "Young man, how are you? How many years are these things? How much are they worth?"
Chen Yang smiled, and while busy with the work at hand, he said with a smile, "Auntie, these things of yours are not worth much, we can only charge them at the scrap price."
"How can we?" After hearing this, the aunt immediately became unhappy, "Young man, don't fool me, I understand! Didn't you say you are collecting old things? These are all old things."
Hearing what the aunt said, Chen Yang turned to her with a smile and said, "Auntie, I really didn't lie to you. There are no old things in these things?"
"Why not? Isn't that what you are holding in your hand?" The aunt said, pointing to the iron saw in Chen Yang's hand.
Chen Yang was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then looked at the iron in his hand.
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