Chapter 66 Qingtian is still a little money-grubber!



It was Qingtian's first time to go up the mountain to pick walnuts. She had only seen other people pick them up, smash the skins, and spread them on the roadside to dry. It was obviously very different from the one rolling in front of her.

"Yes, that's it." Ye Xianglei nodded.

"But it's different from what I've seen before." Qingtian looked at it curiously.

"There's a layer of skin on the outside of the walnut. You have to crack the skin off to reveal the inside."

As Ye Xianglei spoke, he picked up a stone from the side, put the walnuts that Qingtian had just picked up on the ground, raised the stone and smashed it down.

The walnut's outer shell fell off, revealing the hard shell full of grooves inside.

Qingtian picked up the walnut and looked at it carefully: "It's so small, is there any meat inside?"

"Brother will crack it open for you." When Ye Changrui heard Qingtian's question, he picked up a stone and wanted to help her crack the walnut open.

"No, no, this isn't for eating." Ye Xianglei quickly stopped him, saying, "This walnut needs to be looked at..."

His eyes widened before he finished speaking.

I saw that the small walnut in Qingtian's hand was not only plump in shape, but also had eight clear and symmetrical edges.

The last time he saw such a perfect Beijing Eight-sided Ornament was in a cultural relics shop in Beijing.

As the name suggests, Jingbaleng refers to wild walnuts with eight edges that are produced in the mountains near Beijing.

The better the quality and the smaller the size, the more valuable it is, and it is deeply loved by men of all ages in Beijing.

The small walnut in Qingtian's hand at this moment is an almost perfect Beijing eight-sided walnut.

"Qingtian, you're really lucky. This can be sold for at least half a dollar." Ye Xianglei's eyes lit up with excitement, "And the more you have, the more money you can earn.

"If you can get a string of eighteen, it will be worth a lot of money!"

When Qingtian heard that the walnuts were valuable, he immediately became excited.

She no longer complained about the small size and lack of flesh in the walnuts. She quickly threw the walnuts into the basket, grabbed a branch and continued to search diligently.

Seeing this, Ye Xianglei laughed and said, "I really didn't realize that our Qingtian is such a money-grubber!

"The trees in our village don't bear much fruit. Take your time looking for them. Don't be anxious. Don't cry if you can't find any..."

Before he could finish his words, he watched Qingtian's little hands rummage a few times and a pile of walnuts rolled out from the grass.

Ye Changrui followed Qingtian, picked up the walnuts one by one and put them into her own small basket.

"this……"

Ye Xianglei didn't like studying and was very naughty. Almost every month, Ye Juan'er would deduct his pocket money until there was only a few coins left.

So ever since he knew that good-looking walnuts could be sold for money, he would come here to pick walnuts and keep the ones with good shapes.

Then I gave it to my eldest brother who was home for vacation, and asked him to help sell it in the antique shop in the county town.

If you work hard and pick fruits in one autumn, you can earn enough pocket money for a year.

This sounds like a simple and profitable thing, so why is no one picking it up?

Then we have to talk about the uncertainty involved.

This variety of walnut tree only grows in the mountains near the capital. There are not many of them, and even fewer of them have a regular appearance.

Sometimes you can't make much money even if you work hard for the whole autumn. For adults, it's better to go out and find a job.

Only a teenager like Ye Xianglei would bother to pick this up.

In fact, everything Ye Xianglei knew was learned from his elder brother.

Normally no one would listen to him say these things, but now it's just the right time to use them to fool the kids.

I saw that the younger ones were tricked into looking for walnuts diligently. Every time they found one, they would ask Ye Changrui to help them crack it open, and then they would happily bring it to Ye Xianglei to see.

"Uncle, look at me!"

"Uncle, mine looks good too!"

"This one seems to be about the same size as my sister's!"

"It's obviously mine!"

Soon, the children started arguing with each other, and all said that the walnuts they picked up could match the one in Qingtian's hand.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing!" Ye Xianglei intervened in the dispute between the children, "Bring it all here for me to see!

"I'm not saying you should just look at a walnut and say it's pretty. If it were that easy to make, it wouldn't be so valuable, right?

"Top-quality Jing Ba Leng is hard to come by. Some people are lucky to be able to collect just one string in their lifetime..."

Ye Xianglei hadn't finished speaking when he saw the walnuts stuffed into his hand and realized they were all about the same size. He couldn't help but blurt out, "Fuck! This is impossible!"

"How is it possible that you can pick up so many good ones just by picking them up casually?"

Ye Changrui covered Qingtian's ears with his hands and glared at Ye Xianglei angrily.

This young uncle is so unreliable. How can he swear in front of children?

"Sorry, sorry!" Ye Xianglei apologized quickly. If his mother knew about this, he would definitely get slapped twice more.

Several younger ones gathered around and asked questions in unison.

"Uncle, is ours the same as the one on a sunny day?"

"If we put them together like this, can we sell them for a lot of money?"

"The money from selling them can buy a lot of candied haws!"

"Stop making noise, stop making noise, let me take a closer look." Ye Xianglei took a closer look and found that although the walnuts picked up by these boys looked about the same size as Qingtian's, there was still a big difference in quality.

Some are not full enough, some are not symmetrical, in short, they all have their own problems.

"If the one on a sunny day can be sold for half a dollar, then the ones you guys can only get a few coins at most."

What's wrong with a few cents? Doesn't a few cents mean money?

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