Li Xiuxiu carried the little boy and walked towards the market, but Wei Mo struggled desperately, got off Li Xiuxiu's arms and onto the ground, and then grabbed Li Xiuxiu's hand.
The two of them looked at each stall; there were so many stalls that the streets of the entire town were lined with them.
Many people were buying things on both sides, and the items on the ground were particularly varied. If you could think of anything that existed in this era, you could basically find it at these stalls.
Wei Mo looked at a stall displaying what appeared to be antique vases. He didn't know much about them, but he couldn't miss it, so he pulled Li Xiuxiu toward the stall.
Antiques are really worthless now, and they're even easy to be investigated, so the stalls are deserted and hardly anyone comes to buy them.
I reckon this person will be cornered at the door later.
Wei Mo pulled Li Xiuxiu to the stall. He squatted down, picked up a small porcelain bowl from the stall, and spoke to Li Xiuxiu.
"Aunt Xiuxiu, look how pretty this bowl is! Let's buy it and eat with it!"
Although Wei Mo didn't know if it was an antique or not, there weren't many antique forgery techniques available at that time. Even if there were forgeries, they would be from the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China.
So there's no need to worry at all, since even the imitations from later generations will be just as valuable.
When Li Xiuxiu heard Wei Mo say that, she looked at a thin man at the stall in front of her and spoke to him.
"Comrade, how much is this bowl?"
The man hesitated for a moment. These were antiques, weren't they? His family had been wealthy for generations, and these items had been passed down from the older generation. But who collects antiques these days?
He thought for a moment and then held up one finger.
"One yuan."
Li Xiuxiu's eyes widened, and she said something.
"What?! So expensive! You're robbing me!"
Although she's not short of money, she can't just stand by and watch Xiao Weimo get smeared, can she?
The man seemed to be caught in a dilemma, unable to sell any of these things.
Upon hearing this, Wei Mo's eyes lit up. One yuan! Just one yuan! Even if you saved it up for generations, it wouldn't be enough to buy even the cheapest porcelain bowl!
What are we waiting for? We have to take it down.
However, seeing Li Xiuxiu haggling with the other party, Wei Mo was not in a hurry to speak, but instead looked at some other items on the stall.
Wei Mo's recycling space has no other function; it cannot determine the value of antiques, but can only determine the value of their materials.
To put it simply, a piece of blue and white porcelain might only cost a few dollars to Wei Mo for appraisal, so he's not sure what it's worth. But if it's gold, he can calculate it by the gram.
After thinking about this, Wei Mo touched each item with his small hands. These items all looked quite old, and as Wei Mo examined them, he could determine their material composition.
Finally, Wei Mo's eyes lit up at the sight of a dark, unremarkable wooden stick.
The wooden stick was actually made of gold; the system notification sound from earlier rang in my ears.
"Two kilograms of gold have been found. Should we recycle it? The recycling value is 600,000 yuan!"
Wei Mo stood there dumbfounded, staring at the short stick in his hand. This thing was actually made of gold!
I must get this! I have to get this one! How many things can this little stick buy for me?
Wei Mo concealed his excitement and quickly tugged at Li Xiuxiu's clothes.
"Aunt Xiuxi, I want this stick, I want to go back and whip it!"
When Li Xiuxiu heard Wei Mo speak, she looked at the boss again.
"Comrade, how much is that iron rod? Give me a fair price. If it's too high, I won't take it."
As Li Xiuxiu spoke, she placed the bowl on the ground.
The man's heart tightened. After considering for a moment, he spoke to Li Xiuxiu.
Three yuan!
"What? Three pieces? Then I don't want them."
As she spoke, she tried to pull Wei Mo away, but Wei Mo was reluctant to leave. The shop owner, seeing whether the parent wanted to stay or not, quickly agreed.
"Two pieces, can I have two pieces?"
Wei Mo secretly tugged at Li Xiuxiu's sleeve, and Li Xiuxiu thought for a moment.
"One dollar, that's all, or I'm leaving."
The man seemed helpless. That iron rod wouldn't be worth a penny if it were sold as iron, but it was an antique. What kind of antique could iron be?
In the end, he could only grit his teeth and bear it.
"Okay, I'll sell it to you."
When Li Xiuxiu heard that the other party agreed, she took out a wad of small bills from her pocket, counted out one yuan, and handed it to the stall owner.
The stall owner happily accepted the goods, and the two considered the money and goods settled. With this discovery, Wei Mo was even more reluctant to leave and spoke to Li Xiuxiu.
"Aunt Xiuxiu, look how pretty those bowls and porcelain vases are! Shall we buy them and make them into toys for me?"
Li Xiuxiu knew that Wei Mo rarely acted coquettishly.
In Li Xiuxiu's eyes, Wei Mo has always been an adult. His behavior today is strange. Could it be that these things are really valuable?
Thinking of this, Li Xiuxiu spoke to the stall owner.
"Boss, what's the price of all these items? Give me a fair price, or I'll buy them all for you."
As Li Xiuxiu spoke, she patted her waist, implying that she was very rich.
The man's eyes lit up when he heard Li Xiuxiu speak! He had been setting up the stall for a long time, but hardly anyone had come up to ask the price.
Finally, someone bought an iron rod and earned five yuan, enough to buy at least some grain.
Thinking about this, he realized he still had a lot at home, so it wouldn't matter if he sold them, even if they were antiques. But now, what antiques are they? Even if they were antique bowls, they could only be used as bowls.
After thinking for a long time, looking at the bottles and jars on his stall, as well as some other things, he spoke to Li Xiuxiu.
"Give me 50 yuan in total, or I won't sell it to you."
Wei Mo looked at the stall, along with many items he hadn't checked, and some that had been checked. There were at least 100 of these items.
Now it only costs 50 yuan. If you keep it for future generations, you'll be rich even with your eyes closed. Then Wei Mo tugged at Li Xiuxiu's clothes.
Li Xiuxiu nodded to her. Although she couldn't explain it clearly, spending 50 yuan on Wei Mo was nothing. After thinking for a moment, she nodded and agreed to the stall owner's price.
"Okay, please wrap it up for me. Don't break it, or I'll have to deduct money from your pay."
Upon hearing Li Xiuxiu's agreement, the man quickly said...
"Okay, okay, don't worry, it's on me if it breaks!"
Then they quickly moved out several wooden crates and packed all the bottles, jars, porcelain, and some metal into two large crates.
However, he did not give it to Li Xiuxiu, since the money had not yet reached his hands.
Li Xiuxiu counted out 50 yuan from her pocket and handed it over. The man's eyes lit up when he saw the money, and he said to Li Xiuxiu.
"Then I'll take it to you! Where are you taking it?"
Li Xiuxiu thought about it and realized that she also had to lead Wei Mo, so it was indeed inconvenient for her to take it.
"Then come with me."
The man happily put the money in his pocket; he had earned 51 yuan that day.
What was 51 yuan equivalent to in the 1960s? It could buy three or four hundred jin of grain, enough for a year's worth of food and drink.
He was also very happy, carrying the two large boxes in his arms, and followed behind Li Xiuxiu all the way back to the old man's side.
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