Coming to the scrap yard to try his luck was purely for nothing, so Ye Han didn't hold out much hope of finding anything good.
She said with a smile, "Okay, uncle, let me take a look first," and then stared at the various bowls and basins carefully.
After looking at it for a long time, I couldn't see anything different. It's probably just a common bowl of that era and not worth much.
Ye Xuanhan gave up the idea of looking for antiques.
I wanted to leave immediately, but when I saw the old man’s warm smile, I felt a little embarrassed.
So I picked out two pretty good-looking porcelain bowls and planned to take them home to plant some flowers and plants, which would be pleasing to the eye.
"Uncle, how much are these two bowls?"
"One dime each, they are all old things, not worth much."
"Okay, I want it."
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At this time, there was a burst of barking of dogs outside. The old man smiled and said, "Someone must be here, girl. I'll go greet them first, and you can look around."
There was just a pile of junk in the yard anyway, so he wasn't afraid that Ye Hanhan would take the things away.
The old man went to the front yard, while Ye Hanhan wandered among the piles of waste.
Torn books and textbooks, smashed tables, chairs and benches, and broken porcelain pieces of various colors were piled randomly on the ground.
Ye Xuanhan looked carefully and found that many of the things were still old items. Unfortunately, the rosewood chair was missing three legs, the blue and white porcelain vase had a big hole at the bottom, and the calligraphy and paintings with celebrity seals were torn in half and were not worth a penny.
After looking around, I didn't find anything good and prepared to leave.
Unexpectedly, when he was almost at the door, the big wolfhound guarding the gate barked at Ye Han twice, which scared Ye Han so much that he lost his grip on the two porcelain bowls in his hands and dropped them directly to the ground.
Ye Han sighed and prepared to bend down to collect the porcelain pieces to prevent them from pricking anyone.
Unexpectedly, when she lowered her head, she took a breath.
The ceramic bowl did not break into pieces, and golden gold was visible inside.
Ye Hanhan quickly squatted down and smashed the ceramic bowl twice. The ceramic was cleaned, revealing the small golden bowl inside.
Ye Xuanhan's eyes lit up.
I have to say that the owner of this bowl is really good at hiding things. He even thought of adding ceramics on the outside of the golden bowl. Unless it is broken, no one will know there is gold inside.
Thinking of this, Ye Hanhan went to the door to find the old man again, ready to buy all the bowls.
But when he arrived at the door, he found that the old man was helping a group of Red Guards move things and had no time to pay attention to him.
Ye Hanhan stood aside and waited for the old man to finish his work.
While waiting, I heard a conversation between several Red Guards.
"Everyone, you've worked hard today. Let's go to the state-owned restaurant and have a good meal later."
"That's a must. That Zhang is a capitalist, and he has a lot of good things."
"Hey, keep your voice down, you're afraid that others won't know we got something good."
Someone glanced at Ye Xuanhan and signaled his companions to speak in a lower voice.
Ye Han turned his head and pretended that he didn't hear anything. The two men breathed a sigh of relief, walked away and continued talking.
About twenty minutes later, all the stuff was moved into the scrap yard, and a group of people left in a mighty manner.
Only Ye Han and the janitor were left at the scrap yard.
"Girl, you haven't left yet?"
Only then did the gatekeeper notice Ye Xuanhan's figure.
"Yes, uncle, the ceramic bowl I bought just now accidentally broke, so I thought of buying a few more from you."
"Oh, I'm so unlucky," the gatekeeper said with some regret. Two good bowls were broken.
The two returned to the cabin.
Ye Hanhan said, "Uncle, why don't you sell me all the ten bowls here? I don't believe they will all break today."
Ten bowls cost only one dollar, so the old man naturally wouldn't refuse.
He happily put the ten bowls into a net bag and gave them to Ye Han.
Thinking about what the Red Guards had just said, Ye Hanhan asked the old man, "Can I take a look at the waste that was just delivered? Maybe there's something I can use at home."
"There are just some books and newspapers in there, nothing good. If you want, go and take a look," the old man said nonchalantly.
Ye Han followed the old man and walked to the newly arrived waste.
"Look around and see if you need anything else," the old man said. "Here we sell by the pound, 10 cents per pound."
After saying that, the old man went about his own business.
Ye Xuanhan rummaged around for a while and actually found some good stuff.
There were actually antique paintings placed in the mezzanine of the cabinet, emeralds inlaid on the tattered jewelry box, and in the most inconspicuous thick dictionary, there was a hole dug and two small goldfishes placed in it.
Those people didn't find these things. I think it was because the capitalist named Zhang had too many good things and couldn't find them all.
Looking at the pile of good things in front of him, Ye Han's eyes curved like crescent moons.
It's really worth the trip to the scrap yard.
In order not to arouse the suspicion of the gatekeeper, Ye Han took two small stools that looked relatively intact and a stack of books.
"Uncle, just these things, tell me how much they cost."
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After walking out of the scrap yard, Ye Han went to a corner where no one noticed him and put all the things into the space.
I spent nearly two dollars and got something that would be worth millions in the future. Who wouldn't be excited?
Ye Xuanhan was humming a little tune and standing at the door of the scrap station waiting for Qian Lanlan.
While waiting, observe the surroundings.
The county town is not big, but it is much more lively than the town.
The cinema, supply and marketing cooperative, grain station, and grocery market were bustling with people everywhere.
There is a meat processing plant and a machinery factory along the street. Workers in blue work clothes come out one after another with satisfied and happy smiles on their faces.
Compared with the countryside, the county town is much better. No wonder people in the 1970s were scrambling to move into the city.
Just as Ye Xuanhan was looking around, two girls walked up to her and started whispering to her.
Ye Xuanhan was a little dazed and was about to ask them what was going on.
But one of the girls came forward and asked, "Comrade, are you Ye Hanhan?"
"Ah?" Ye Han opened his eyes wide, feeling incredible, "You know me?"
"Ah! It's really you," the girl said in surprise, and then called her companions over.
"Xiaofang, look, she is really Ye Xuanhan."
Ye Xuanhan was a little confused, "You two know me?"
When did you become famous? How come you don’t know?
"There is a promotional poster posted on the bulletin board in our factory, and the person on it looks exactly like you," the girl said with a smile.
After the girl reminded him, Ye Hanhan finally remembered that he was painted in a magazine some time ago.
"Is that so?" Ye Yanhan nodded with a smile, "I am indeed Ye Yanhan."
The two girls were very excited. They held Ye Yanhan's hands and kept praising her for being so awesome.
Ye Xuanhan was a little overwhelmed by this kind of thing, so he made an excuse that he had something else to do and left.
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