She collected all the scrolls and calligraphy samples into a pile, and then selected six that most resembled ancient books and authentic works.
Then, carefully starting from the bottom, they collected all the items that appeared to be genuine and put them into the system warehouse.
Fortunately, after the system was upgraded to level 6, six slots were opened in her system warehouse.
Now, the calligraphy and paintings that have been collected are neatly arranged side by side in the grid.
Then Ning Jing casually picked up four or five very thick books, took them to the front door, and smiled as she asked the gatekeeper to weigh them.
Don't be fooled by the fact that it's a book; that book must weigh at least two or three pounds.
The four or five books together cost Ning Jing 3 yuan.
The gatekeeper grinned from ear to ear, considering he only earned 18 yuan a month guarding the scrap yard gate.
After all, he's getting old. Giving him an apprentice's wage to do this job is already a favor!
Ning Jing bought 3 yuan worth of goods, which was several days' wages for the gatekeeper!
Most importantly, as long as the scrap yard's trucks are too busy to take the items out to sell, and someone comes in to sell something and leaves, the money naturally goes to the old man who opens the gate.
The gatekeeper never expected that this young couple, who were not short of money, would be so willing to spend money to buy such a malignant tumor.
Thinking of this, the gatekeeper strolled over to the tumor next to Ning Jing's hand.
Unfortunately, he was illiterate, so he had no idea what the words on the book cover meant.
However, he often heard people from the Revolutionary Committee say in meetings that the books of the "stinking intellectuals" should be resolutely resisted to the end.
The little girl said she would use these papers to stick on the walls and windows, but I don't know if that's true or not.
Ning Jing keenly noticed the gatekeeper's unusual behavior.
He took out the money, handed it to the gatekeeper, and then rolled his eyes.
"Grandpa, do you have any embroidery patterns here? If so, I'm willing to pay a high price to buy them from you! Money is no object."
After these pages are used to wallpaper the walls, the rest can be used as kindling.
However, my mother-in-law wanted me to learn some embroidery, but I'm clumsy and can never embroider well.
"If I have a pattern, I can embroider it without any problems."
As she said this, her face flushed slightly, and she became a little shy.
When the gatekeeper heard Ning Jing say that, his last trace of doubt vanished.
He said it himself: people are terrified and dump these cancerous plants at the junkyard.
How could anyone deliberately buy a cancerous tumor to harm themselves?
If you take them back and use the extras as kindling, that's understandable.
After all, he often used these papers to start a fire when lighting the stove at home, so it couldn't be more convenient.
Speaking of patterns, the gatekeeper tilted his head and said, "It's a painting I just randomly picked up from the pile of scrap yesterday."
He didn't understand either; the painting depicted plum blossoms, and they looked quite pretty.
He had originally planned to use it to start a fire for cooking at noon today, but when the little girl mentioned it, he thought of this painting.
However, the painting is very light and not heavy at all; even if it were sold, it probably wouldn't fetch much money.
The gatekeeper's thought flashed through his mind for a moment, then he hesitated.
"Yes, there are some, but I see that they have many flowers and look quite pretty."
After saying that, he glanced into the guardhouse where he was.
Ning Jing happened to see a plum blossom painting, casually half-open on the table.
Although Ning Jing didn't understand the issue of authenticity, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the painting.
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