The Jiasong Tomb that Lao Xue mentioned is actually the Jinsong tree in later generations.
But at that time, Jinsong was not called Jinsong, but Jiasongfen. In fact, on the map of Yanjing City in the early 20th century, this place was still called Jiasongfen.
It turns out that Prince Suwu Haoge, one of the eight hereditary princes in the early Qing Dynasty, was buried here after his death. The place got its name because there were six ancient dragon pines on his tomb, with their curved trunks supported by wooden frames. It was a famous scene in Yanjing City back then.
However, before and after the liberation, these six ancient pines died or were cut down one after another, and this famous scenic spot gradually declined. Although it was changed to "Jinsong" in the 1980s, the old residents living around here are still used to calling it Jiasongfen.
It wasn't too far from Old Xue's house to the scrap collection station in Jinsong, only three miles at most. Old Xue rode a tricycle with Yang Jing, and it took them less than ten minutes to get to the scrap collection station.
The store wasn't open yet at this hour, and it was only after Old Xue banged on the door, causing the dog inside to bark loudly, that the owner of the scrap collection station reluctantly got up and opened the door.
The boss of the scrap collection station was woken up so early and was obviously in a bad mood. However, Old Xue was obviously very familiar with this guy. After a few jokes, Yang Jing and the others were welcomed in.
The scale of this scrap collection station is not small. It should be converted from a courtyard house after the wall was demolished.
The owner of the scrap yard lives in the north room. To the south of the north room is an open space of more than a thousand square meters, surrounded by several simple shacks.
This open space is filled with all kinds of debris, mainly scrap iron, waste plastic sheets, and other miscellaneous items. Although the shacks have doors, through the gaps in the shack walls, you can see a lot of things piled up inside.
Lao Xue followed the owner of the scrap yard into the north room. He muttered something inside. The owner then came out with a key, opened a shed near the north room and said, "All the things are in here. Take your time to pick them out. Just don't mess them up. I have to go back and take a nap. Just call me when you're done."
The owner of the scrap yard yawned and went back to the house after saying this. Old Xue waved at Yang Jing, and the two of them went straight into the shack.
Not long after entering, Yang Jing couldn't help but let out a strange cry.
There was no other way. Although this shack looked shabby, none of the things inside were simple. Even though Yang Jing was usually calm enough, he couldn't help himself when he saw the things inside.
The things in the shack were not neatly arranged, but piled up in piles. But among these piles of paper products, Yang Jing saw a large number of oil paintings, hand-painted maps, photo negatives, and manuscript documents from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China. Yang Jing even found hundreds of rubbings of stone tablets from the Ming and Qing Dynasties...
"Damn, this is Zhou Xiang's oil painting..."
"Hey, is this the Tibetan map hand-painted by Nian Gengyao?"
“Oh my god, is this a black and white photo of Puyi ascending the throne?”
"Oh my God, is this a letter between Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang?"
"Is this a rubbing of a stele by Yu Qian from the Ming Dynasty?"
......
Almost every one or two minutes, Yang Jing would feel his heart throb. This is not a scrap collection station, it is simply a small museum of documents from the Ming, Qing and Republic of China eras!
At this moment, Yang Jing felt like a little mouse that accidentally broke into a rice warehouse, and all he saw was delicious food...
Although Yang Jing couldn't see his current appearance without a mirror, he dared to bet that at this moment his eyes were definitely red, his whole body was definitely shaking, and his hands were definitely trembling.
If not, why would Brother Xue Renfa next to him look like he was ready to call for help at any time?
"Brother, are you okay? Why don't you go out and sober up first? You look scary!" After a long while, Old Xue dared to speak to Yang Jing in a low voice. He really didn't dare to say a word just now, for fear of scaring the young man into getting sick.
What's the big deal? It's just a pile of junk! Why are you shaking with excitement? Those who know you will understand that you are excited, while those who don't will think you are having epilepsy.
Can you please not be so scary?
"Brother, if you want these junks, we'll take them all. It's just a matter of words. Please don't get yourself sick. I can't afford it..."
Old Xue said two sentences in succession, which woke Yang Jing up from his surprise.
Shaking his head, Yang Jing said to Lao Xue apologetically: "Brother, I'm really sorry, it's mainly because I like these things too much, so... you know, I lost my composure."
Old Xue waved his hands and said, "Hey, brother, I'm glad you're okay. I was really scared by your energy just now. I was afraid that you would get excited again and get sick. I really can't afford it with my wealth."
Yang Jing smiled and shook his head and said, "Brother, we don't have to pick and choose. Take everything in this shack away! Go and ask the boss to prepare some more kraft paper or waste newspapers. These things need to be carefully wrapped."
Old Xue nodded, pushed open the door of the shack and quickly walked outside. After a while, Old Xue came in holding a stack of kraft paper, and the boss followed him in holding some hemp ropes in his hand.
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