Chapter 97 Candlestick

Li Anze picked up two pieces of fish with clean chopsticks, removed the fish bones and put them in Du Ruo's bowl: "Why are you interested in the Sato family's samurai sword?"

Du Ruo swallowed the rice in his mouth and said, "I'll tell you secretly, I have a big plan. I want to exchange something with Sato. If he doesn't exchange with me, he will never get the Thunder God back in this lifetime."

Li Anze raised his eyebrows: "Big plan? It seems that what you want to exchange is unusual?"

Du Ruo put down his chopsticks and said with some melancholy, "There is no way. They won't let us touch this thing. I know Sato has one, but it's like a fantasy to ask them to hand it over. This knife is very important to the Sato family. This is the only chance."

"Oh? What is it?" Li Anze was really curious.

"The secret must not be revealed. When I get the item, I will invite you to see it first. Then I will make it the treasure of my Antique Jade City."

Li Anzhe looked at Du Ruo with a smile: "Then I will wait and see."

Du Ruo suddenly remembered something: "When I came here, I saw a little girl holding a pottery vessel in her hand. It looked like a cultural relic, very special."

Li Anze knew about this matter: "It is true. A Han tomb was unearthed in a village. Some people living nearby had picked up many pottery vessels. These are important cultural relics. We have applied for cultural relic protection. Currently, the comrades from the Cultural Relics Bureau are recovering them."

Du Ruo hesitated and said, "But from what I heard from the young couple, their entire village is making this kind of thing, and it doesn't sound like a cultural relic."

Li Anze paused with his chopsticks in his hand, frowned and said, "Are you sure?"

"Anyway, that's what I heard the couple say. They also said they would give you as much as you want."

Li Anze's expression was solemn. It would be a joke if the comrades from the Cultural Relics Bureau spent a lot of money to buy a lot of modern clay figurines. As the head of the county committee, he would be to blame.

Li Anze put down his chopsticks, made a wait gesture to Du Ruo, got up and went to the living room. He wiped his hands calmly, sat on the sofa, and picked up the phone: "I'm Li Anze..."

Du Ruo smiled. She admired Li Anze's demeanor. No matter what time it was or what he was dealing with, he was always so calm and composed.

Du Ruo himself cannot do this, his practice is not up to par.

After Li Anze finished the call, he walked back to the dining table. His expression remained calm, and he said to Du Ruo gently, "Are you planning to go back this afternoon? If so, I'll have my driver take you there. If you want to go back tomorrow, I'll take you to the County Party Committee Guesthouse later."

When Li Anze said this, he looked at Du Ruo with a meaningful look in his eyes. Du Ruo smiled and said, "I want to go around. You go about your business."

Li Anze nodded and smiled.

He was really busy. After lunch, he gave the samurai sword box to Du Ruo, sent Du Ruo to the county guesthouse, and then went to work.

Du Ruo stood at the window on the second floor of the county guesthouse, looking at Li Anze's receding back, feeling emotional. In fact, Li Anze knew everything. He knew that Du Ruo wanted to stay because he wanted to take advantage of the time difference and make some profit, but he didn't say it out loud.

Du Ruo and Li Anze have been friends for two lifetimes, and they are indeed comfortable getting along with each other.

Du Ruo opened the gold box on the table, and Lei Shen was lying quietly in the box.

In the previous life, the knife was in Ling Yun's hands. As it belonged to a friend, it was naturally inconvenient for Du Ruo to plan anything about it. But now that the knife was in his own hands, Du Ruo was thinking about how to maximize its benefits.

The mobile phone in Du Ruo's bag suddenly rang. She took the big brick in her hand and pressed the answer button. Ling Yun's voice came from the receiver: "Ruoruo?"

Du Ruo was admiring the samurai sword in the box and asked casually, "When will you come back?"

"I'm calling to tell you about this. I've been delayed by something here and it'll take a few days. I'm afraid you'll be anxious waiting, so I'm telling you."

"Why did it take so long? Is there any news about that person?"

Ling Yun sighed over the phone: "It's hard to explain this right away. I'll tell you when I get back."

Du Ruo gave Ling Yun a few instructions and hung up the phone.

I put away the samurai sword, looked at the sky outside the window, and planned to buy some fruit and go to the countryside again tomorrow.

There must be a big tomb there, but it will definitely not be reported now. The county committee has to deal with Tao Yong's matter first before reporting it. During this period, she can go around the village and maybe find something.

But there is no need to be too anxious about this matter. Tao Yong's matter will take at least two or three days to deal with. Du Ruo plans to have a good rest today and go there early tomorrow morning.

The small county town is not big, with only one prosperous central street. There are many farm vehicles and motorcycles, as well as carts pulling belts, which have not been seen for many years. Du Ruo slowed down his pace and waited for the carts to pass by.

This kind of wooden cart is a wooden carriage with a wide belt in the front. The belt is carried on the shoulder and pulled forward bit by bit.

During this period, the drivers usually collected junk. As they walked, they would knock on the copper gong in their hands and shout, "Paper shells, wine bottles..."

Du Ruo looked at his head with interest, then glanced into the carriage. She stepped forward and called out to the man, "Master, do you sell these old newspapers and books?"

The old man who collected rags was bending forward to pull the cart. He heard someone asking, and turned around to see a pretty and stylish lesbian. He pulled up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat off his forehead: "Sell it. If you only want to pick one or two, you don't have to pay. I'll give it to you."

Du Ruo smiled. Although some people were poor, they were kind and simple. She lowered her head and rummaged through the pile of books. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain on her fingertips.

Du Ruo pushed the book aside and saw a rusty candlestick under the book. The candlestick was very dirty. There was a little man holding a round oil cup with residual lamp oil in it, which showed that it had been used by someone.

Du Ruo held the candlestick in his hand. The whole candlestick was greasy. It must have been placed in the kitchen for many years, exposed to smoke and fire, which is why there were such thick grease stains on it.

The old man who collected rags saw her wagging her fingers and couldn't help but laugh and said, "Are you in trouble? I have a lot of rags here, you have to be careful."

Du Ruo deliberately said: "Why is there a person on this thing? It's made quite realistically."

The old man said nonchalantly, "I have collected several of these things. They are candlesticks from the countryside. Before we had electric lights, every household used them. Since we had electricity, no one uses them anymore. They are dirty and broken, so we throw them out and sell them as junk."

Du Ruo pretended to be curious: "Do you all use this kind of candlestick here?"