Li Anze picked up two pieces of fish with clean chopsticks, picked out the fish bones and placed them in Du Ruo's bowl: "Why are you interested in the Sato family's samurai sword?"
Du Ruo swallowed the food 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 extraordinary?"
Du Ruo put down his chopsticks and said with some melancholy, "There's nothing we can do. They won't let us touch this thing at all. I know Sato has one, but asking them to hand it over is like a fantasy. This knife is very important to the Sato family. This is our only chance."
"Oh? What is it?" Li Anze was really curious.
"The secret cannot be revealed. When I get the item, I'll let you see it first. Then I'll make it the treasure of my Antique Jade City."
Li Anzhe looked at Du Ruo with a smile: "Then I'll wait and see."
Du Ruo suddenly remembered something: "When I came here, I saw a little girl holding a pottery bowl in her hand. It looked like a cultural relic and was quite special."
Li Anze knew about this matter: "It is true. A Han Dynasty tomb was unearthed in a village. Local residents found many pottery vessels. These are important cultural relics and 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'll give you as much as you want."
Li Anze's expression was solemn. If the comrades from the Cultural Relics Bureau spent a lot of money to buy a lot of modern clay figurines, it would be a joke. As the head of the county party committee, he could not escape the blame.
Li Anze put down his chopsticks, gestured to Du Ruo to wait, and stood up to go to the living room. He wiped his hands calmly, sat on the sofa, and picked up the phone: "I am Li Anze..."
Du Ruo smiled. She admired Li Anze's composure. No matter when or what he was dealing with, he was always so calm and composed.
Du Ruo himself cannot do this, his practice is not good enough.
After Li Anze finished his call, he walked back to the dining table. His expression remained calm as he gently said to Du Ruo, "Are you planning to go back this afternoon? If so, I'll have my driver take you. 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 deep look in his eyes. Du Ruo smiled and said, "I want to go around. You go ahead and do your thing."
Li Anze nodded and smiled.
He was really busy. After lunch, he gave the brocade box of the samurai sword 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, watching 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 create a time difference and take advantage of some loopholes, but he didn't say it out loud.
Du Ruo and Li Anze have been friends for two lifetimes, and it is indeed comfortable for them to get along with each other.
Du Ruo opened the brocade box on the table, and the Thunder God was lying quietly in the box.
In the previous life, this knife was in Ling Yun's hands. It was a friend's thing, so Du Ruo naturally didn't want to think 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?"
While admiring the samurai sword in the box, Du Ruo said nonchalantly, "When will you come back?"
"I'm calling to tell you about this. I've been delayed for a few days, and I'm afraid you'll be anxious waiting, so I'm telling you."
"What took so long? Any news about that person?"
Ling Yun sighed from the phone: "It's hard to explain this matter in a short time. 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 over there, but it will definitely not be reported now. The county committee will deal with Tao Yong's case first before reporting it. During this period, she can go around the village and maybe find something interesting.
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 central street that is relatively prosperous. There are many agricultural vehicles, quite a few motorcycles, and even carts pulling belts. This kind of thing has not been seen for many years. Du Ruo slowed down his pace and waited for the cart to pass by.
This kind of wooden cart is a wooden carriage with a wide belt in front. The belt is carried on the shoulders and pulled forward bit by bit.
During this period, the people who drove the carts were usually junk collectors. They would walk while banging the gong in their hands and shouting, "Paper shells, wine bottles..."
Du Ruo looked up at the top of his head with interest, then glanced into the carriage. She stepped forward and called out to the man, "Sir, do you want to sell these old newspapers and books?"
The old man who collected scrap was bending over to pull his cart forward when he heard someone ask. He turned around and saw a beautiful and fashionable woman. He pulled up the towel hanging around his neck and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Sell it. If you only pick one or two, it's free. 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. It was a small figure holding a round oil lamp with residual lamp oil in it, which obviously had been used by someone before.
Du Ruo held the candlestick in her hand. The whole candlestick was greasy. It must have been placed in the kitchen for many years and exposed to smoke and fire, which is why there were such thick oil stains.
The old man who collected rags saw her waving her fingers and couldn't help but laugh: "Is it prickly? I have a lot of junk here, you have to be careful."
Du Ruo deliberately said, "Why is there a person on this thing? It looks quite similar."
The old man said nonchalantly, "I've collected several of these things. They're candlesticks from the countryside. Before electric lights, every household used them. But since electricity came on, no one uses them anymore. They're dirty and broken, so they're thrown out and sold as junk."
Du Ruo feigned curiosity: "Do you all use this kind of candlestick here?"
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