No matter how many times he was slapped in the face in his past life, and how many antique porcelains he handled, Li Xiangdong had developed an almost intuitive ability.

He might not be able to use many terms, but he can tell at a glance whether something is real or not!

Being able to be reborn into an era where everything is in ruins and no one cares about antiques has become his greatest advantage!

Judging from the shape of this cup, it should be an ornament used for worshipping heaven and earth, and there shouldn't be only one!

Li Xiangdong was like a hunting dog spotting its prey, completely ignoring the huge mosquitoes biting his face, arms, hands, and thighs...

Finally, after searching through the entire pile of broken porcelain, we found four small cups with a red glaze!

Including the one he had, there were five in total!

Li Xiangdong sat down on the ground contentedly, only then realizing that his face was itchy.

Reach out your hand.

With a "smack"!

A mosquito was swatted dead, leaving a smear of blood on my hand.

Li Xiangdong collected a few relatively intact blue-and-white underglaze red porcelain shards depicting the Eight Immortals. It must have been a square vase that had been smashed. Fortunately, the figures were intact, so he would keep them to play with later!

This is a blue-and-white underglaze red bowl depicting the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, from the Qianlong period. It sold for over 30,000 RMB at auction in 2012.

He then took off his clothes and wrapped the five celadon-glazed cups.

I stretched out my hands and rubbed my face, trying to calm my expression.

Feng Yucai was chatting happily with the old man when he looked up and saw a person with a dark and red face, who was not wearing a shirt, standing in front of him. He was almost scared to death!

"A ghost!"

Before Feng Yucai could even let out a shout, Li Xiangdong blocked it with his hand!

"Holy crap! What happened to your face? Why are there red bumps and blood all over it?!"

Feng Yucai pushed Li Xiangdong's hand away; it was covered in sweat and dirt, filthy!

Li Xiangdong's face was so heavily painted that it was almost unrecognizable.

"Come wash your face! Did you find anything?"

The old man filled a basin with clean water and told him to wash his face.

Li Xiangdong quickly washed his hands and face, and said in a deliberately dejected tone, "You're absolutely right! There's nothing left inside. I picked out some broken porcelain shards and five small cups to drink tea with when I get back!"

The old man craned his neck to look; the few small, dusty cups were still intact.

"Sir, how much would you like to know?" Li Xiangdong asked.

The old man waved his hand, "What money do you want! It's just this pile of junk! Take it!"

Seeing how generous the old man was, Li Xiangdong didn't say anything more. He stuffed the remaining half box of "Yunyan" cigarettes into the old man's hands and left him 50 cents!

The old man's beard twitched with delight. "Come again next time!"

Feng Yucai's stomach was growling with hunger, and he gestured for Li Xiangdong to go eat. However, Li Xiangdong insisted on going back to the hotel first to put away the pile of junk before taking him out for a bowl of plain noodles!

What a cheapskate!

We even had meat buns for breakfast this morning!

The next day, the two got up early again, took a bus and slowly made their way to the scrap yard in the north. They searched the area but found nothing.

Finally, we arrived at the scrap yard on the west side. This scrap yard was significantly smaller than the other three, and its management was much more relaxed. It didn't even have a wall around it!

Weeds grew everywhere, and scattered junk was piled up haphazardly!

Li Xiangdong's heart sank; this place didn't seem like a place where combine harvesters lived!

But this is all that's left!

Li Xiangdong mustered his strength and walked inside.

Suddenly, a large black dog, about half the height of a person, pounced on them!

Just as Feng Yucai was about to be pounced on by the dog, he screamed. Li Xiangdong spread his legs, lowered his body slightly, assumed a horse stance, and punched the big dog in the stomach!

The big dog howled in pain, tucked its tail between its legs, and ran away.

Feng Yucai, still shaken, exclaimed, "Damn, I almost got bitten to death!"

Li Xiangdong didn't say anything. He looked at the dog, which was shiny and smooth, and didn't seem like a stray dog. Since it wasn't a stray dog, it must be a pet!

These days, I've never seen anyone set dogs on fire to bite people!

really.

A moment later, a middle-aged man with long, unkempt hair emerged from a makeshift shack made of reed mats and plastic sheeting.

"Who the hell hit my dog? Coming to my turf to cause me trouble? You're asking for it!"

Feng Yucai was furious. "Your dog almost bit us to death just now!"

The middle-aged man glanced at him sideways. "You're dead?"

"I'm about to die, and you think I'd be standing here talking to you?"

"That's settled then. You're not dead, but my dog ​​was going to be beaten to death by you!"

Li Xiangdong stopped Feng Yucai, who was about to retort, and said politely, "Brother, are you the manager of this scrap metal recycling station?"

"So what if it is?"

The middle-aged man's tone became even more aggressive.

"We want to come in and buy some scrap!"

"Not for sale!"

"Well then, anyway, I hurt your dog, how much compensation do you want?"

Li Xiangdong was prepared to spend money to make peace, in case the harvester really ended up at the scrap metal recycling station, it would be bad if things got so bad!

"Hmph! Ten yuan!" the middle-aged man demanded exorbitantly.

"OK!"

"Okay? I can't do it again! Fifty!"

Li Xiangdong gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"

"Hehe, you're pretty rich! A hundred, please!"

The middle-aged man grinned at Li Xiangdong and Feng Yucai, and then started raising the price.

The dog that Li Xiangdong had just punched away returned to the middle-aged man's side, wagging its tail. It lay on its front legs, baring its teeth, and growled at the two of them.

Looking at this man and dog, Li Xiangdong really thought, "Damn it!"

This man is clearly making things difficult for me; he doesn't actually want compensation!

Even if I agree to give him 100, he'll still ask for 200!

In an instant, several solutions came to Li Xiangdong's mind.

......

"Ergou! You're here! Mommy's finally found you—"