Found the armband and hid it inside.

Fortunately, she has thin fingers and the shirt is loose.

Squeeze it in, take it out, and buckle it up.

She turned up her other sleeve and said, "It's not that I don't want to wear it. It's mainly about what I feel comfortable wearing."

Song Yi: "Then I still want temperament!"

After Fang Zongtang fastened his cuffs, he angrily shook his arm away.

"You like being a peacock? What's wrong with you?"

Song Yi smiled and reached into the bucket to knead the rag.

"No one will look at a peacock without its feathers spread!"

Fang Zongtang wiped the handkerchief with dust in a few strokes. When he walked to the window to shake the handkerchief, he didn't hear clearly what Song Yi said for a while, so he asked again.

"What did you say?"

Song Yi looked up and picked up the rag and wrung it dry: "I said we have to work quickly, otherwise we won't be able to finish wiping it by night."

She did not refute this.

"Let's do this. I'll move the things down, you clean the shelves, and then I'll put the things back." She said after thinking for a moment.

Song Yi cooperated: "Okay."

One of them was responsible for moving things while the other was responsible for wiping them. They didn't talk much but they cooperated very well.

After cleaning one room, move on to another.

Before sunset, all the dust on the surface was finally removed.

"The material of your handkerchief is very good. See if there is such cloth and bring some back. I will use it to wipe the porcelain here." Fang Zongtang said as he sat down to rest.

Song Yi was still mopping the floor.

"The cloth shop has them. I'll go order some tomorrow morning."

She just looked through all the things in the house, and found that most of them were from the Qing Dynasty Kangxi and later, with a few things from the Ming Dynasty.

"How many things are here? Is there a record?" She thought that Song Yi must have a record.

Song Yi put down the mop and took out a few lists.

"I'll write down every item I put in there on the form. Take a look." He handed over the form.

There are 55 items from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, 41 items from the Yongzheng period, 252 items from the Qianlong period, 2,280 items from the Jiaqing period, 101 items from the Daoguang period, 201 items from the Tongzhi period, 120 items from the Guangxu period, and all of them from the Xuantong period of the Republic of China are recorded together. This is also the largest number, 385 items.

At first glance, these things seem like a lot, but after looking at them just now, she realized that the only truly valuable ones were a few vases from the reigns of Kangxi, Yongzheng, and Qianlong. The rest were folk crafts, which might fool laymen if put on the market, but in her eyes were very crude.

Not as good as what she made.

Especially during the Kangxi and Qianlong eras, many private kilns emerged, and the things produced were countless. Antiques are valuable because they are rare. If there are too many of them, they will become worthless.

He put the list away and handed it to Song Yi.

"You're doing great, keep it up."

Song Yi laughed and carefully put the list away.

"Go back, you are too tired today. You just sweated a lot. Be careful not to get a headache!"

She still cherishes her life.

"Let's go back. I'll take my time here when I have time."

Song Yi smiled and handed her the key.

"You can come whenever you want!"

After receiving the key, she was delighted and immediately asked, "You didn't mortgage this place to the bank, did you?"

Song Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at her, then turned around and walked quickly with the bucket in his hand.

Fang Zongtang didn't feel any headache at first, but when he saw him like this, he felt a little pain.

As expected, if it is not something you collected yourself, it can grow wings and fly away at any time.

"No need to clean it. When you have time, clean it up yourself!"

Song Yi, who turned back, thought the same thing.