Wu Zhiqiu quickly found some oil paper and wrapped the buns up. "Uncle, take them back to eat."
The old man carefully took the oil paper bag and said, "Thank you."
"Uncle, where do you live? This is the first time I see you."
"I don't live here. I dug these things up, and I was afraid the neighbors would find them, so I planned to throw them far away. I came here to try my luck. Alas, my efforts were in vain." The old man sighed and stared at this junk for several days.
Wu Zhiqiu saw that the old man hadn't told him the address yet. "Uncle, I'll ask when our leader comes back. Can you give me some money? Leave me your address. If it can really be sold for a few cents, I'll ask my colleagues to deliver it to you on their way to collect waste."
The old man's eyes lit up. "Okay, you're really nice. I'll tell you where I live..."
Wu Zhiqiu kept the address in mind, watched the old man leave, quickly put the bag of debris back into the bag, put some soil into it, and placed it at the foot of the wall.
She suspected that those were things from tombs, and wondered if the old man's neighbor was a tomb robber. She would discuss it with the third brother when she got home in the evening.
When he got off work in the evening, Wu Zhiqiu went home carrying a bag of soil and told his colleagues that he wanted to plant some onions in pots. Many people did this at that time, and his two colleagues didn't take it seriously.
After dinner, Wu Zhiqiu asked the third brother to close the door and poured out the contents of the bag, which fell into a pile.
"Mom, it's okay for you to work at the scrap yard, but why do you pick up scraps?" The third child saw his mother acting mysterious and thought something good was going to happen.
"Did the pregnancy-preserving needle prick your head? Take a good look before you speak." Wu Zhiqiu put the three pieces of yellow mud-covered things together. The more they looked at it, the more they looked like a pillow.
The third brother was scolded, so he squatted on the ground, picked up the porcelain pieces and looked at them carefully. Suddenly, "Mom, this can't be a tomb..." Wu Zhiqiu quickly covered the third brother's mouth.
The third one blinked
Wu Zhiqiu let go, and the third brother quickly covered his mouth and said, "I also doubt it. Can you get some water?"
The third brother looked outside with a sly look, seeing no one was there, so he brought back a large bucket of water and closed the door.
Wu Zhiqiu washed the three pieces of things in water and put them together again. It turned out to be a milky white jade pillow. The milky white was a little dark, and it was engraved with birds, dragons, and complex text.
The two illiterate people looked at each other in amazement, neither of them recognized what it was, but they knew it was something to be buried with the dead.
"Mom, this looks like jade. Did you rob a tomb? My grandpa's family still has this ancestral craft?"
Wu Zhiqiu slapped the third brother hard. If she had this skill, would she still have him?
"Today an old man was selling it, saying that his neighbor had buried it."
The third child rolled his eyes and said, "Mom, that old neighbor may have some ancestral craftsmanship!"
Wu Zhiqiu nodded, wondering where to get these porcelain fragments.
"Mom, let's do another round of thieves robbing each other?" The third child rubbed his hands.
Wu Zhiqiu looked at his youngest son's wretched appearance and fell into deep thought. Their family's money didn't come from legitimate sources. Did they just make money by accident? Or did she lead the whole family down a path of no return?
"Why don't you ask Tian Xun?"
"Shut up, Mom, I won't tell him. The hundred dollars last time has deeply hurt my soul. I won't do anything good to him in the future." The third brother is now hungry and will definitely not let go of this good opportunity.
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