Instead, there are two-story buildings.

From the outside, you can see white tiles and clear glass.

The green environment in the courtyard is also very good.

And the road is wide and flat.

It is almost completely different from the village I imagined.

Not to mention that Lin Han and Mr. Bao were dressed in ordinary clothes, even if men and women from big cities came here, there would not be the slightest sense of incongruity.

"Master Lin, are there any antiques in this kind of place?"

"I don't know that sweeping the floor is just like the leaflet handing out staff sweeping the building, they have to go door to door."

Master Bao nodded fearfully.

Recently, he has finally experienced the hardships of starting a business in his grandfather's era, and he is also convinced of Lin Han's current achievements.

How does the lyrics say? No one can succeed easily. Everyone only sees the wolf eating meat but not the wolf being beaten.

People only see Lin Han's golden eyes, but they don't know how many real and fake cultural relics he saw while sweeping the floor.

In the past, Master Bao envied and hated Lin Han's domineering attitude and his ability to judge the value of cultural relics after just one or two seconds of observation.

But now he realized that the reason why he had that ability was that he got up at 4 o'clock every morning and practiced until 11 o'clock at night.

It was earned through hard work of sweeping the floors door to door and being respectful to everyone.

I really can't help but admit it.

However, they visited four or five companies in a row without any results.

Although it is said here that their ancestors migrated here during the Ming Dynasty.

But in fact, all the things that had been passed down to their family before have been sold out.

Even if there are one or two items left, their current wealthy life will not allow them to sell the things left by their ancestors.

Unless one is so poor that he can barely make ends meet, he will sell off his property.

"We're almost there, let's go to the grandmother's house I know."

Turning a small alley, Lin Han pointed at the family in front and said.

Looking up, Mr. Bao couldn't help but frown.

Lin Han felt that this family might be the most declining one in the entire village.

Other people’s houses are all two-story buildings with clean and bright windows.

But this family's house obviously had not been repaired for fifty or sixty years.

The building still maintains the old style from the 1970s and 1980s.

Almost half of the wall was destroyed, with traces of wind, rain and corrosion on it.

Looking outside, you can see that half of the courtyard is almost occupied by some cardboard, plastic bottles and wine bottles.

Apparently this family makes a living by collecting garbage.

"Master, there are so many rich people in the village who don't interact with each other. What can such a poor family have?"

"Just go in and take a look."

Lin Han walked in first without saying anything.

In the yard, an old lady in her seventies or eighties was lying on a pile of garbage, sorting cardboard with her thin back hunched.

Maybe her ears weren’t working very well, so the old lady didn’t even notice when Lin Han and the other two came in.

"Mother-in-law, how have you been lately?"

Lin Han stood behind him and said something loudly, and the mother-in-law turned around as if she suddenly woke up.

When she saw that it was Lin Han, the mother-in-law smiled with wrinkles on her face.

"Oh, it's Boss Lin. I'm sorry, I'm deaf and didn't hear you."

The old lady also speaks very loudly.

Lin Han stretched out a hand to help the old lady down, then looked around and asked, "Where is your son? Hasn't he been home recently?"

The old lady showed a sad look, waved her hand and pointed to the room and said: "If he could go out, I would be so happy. My legs can't walk in the room."

As they were talking, there was a noise coming from the other side of the house.

The door was kicked open, and a middle-aged man in his 40s came out turning his wheelchair wheels.

Lin Han and Master Bao were shocked.

Although she knew in advance that the old lady's son was disabled, she did not expect it to be so serious.

His son is only in his 40s, but he looks almost 50 and is skin and bones.

The two dry hands holding the wheels of the wheelchair were holding on tightly.

Although it was autumn, he was still wearing a thick sweater. Even so, the skeleton of his body was still clearly visible.

Lin Han couldn't help but shook his head and sighed inwardly.

At this time, the old lady's voice sounded from behind: "Boss Lin, are you here to collect things again today?"

When Lin Han turned around, the old lady was tying the cardboards with a thin fishing line.

Oddly enough, although the fishing lines looked short, they actually tied up the cardboard that was more than two feet long.

Finally, when the old lady was tying the knot, Lin Han came over to help.

The old lady wanted to cut the remaining piece of fishing line, but she failed after several attempts with the scissors.

Lin Han took out a lighter and prepared to burn it.

The strange thing was that the fishing line didn't react after being lit with a lighter for a long time.

Even Master Bao next to him found it magical and couldn't help but look up at Lin Han. His eyes seemed to be asking what this thing was and how it could be so tough and could not be burned even with a lighter.

"Old lady, is this your fishing line?"

Lin Han pointed at the fishing line on the cardboard and asked the old lady.

"Actually, this thing is also amazing. Boss Lei, I know you are in the antique business. If you want it, I'll give it to you."

As she spoke, the old lady walked to the windowsill of the room and took out a handful of fishing line from a plastic bag.

He handed it to Lin Han very naturally.

The middle-aged man in his forties or fifties next to him shouted, "Mom, how can you just give this thing to someone?"

"Don't worry about it. Last time I went to Shuangmulin to sell something, I only took a few copper coins, but Lin Han actually gave me 10,000 yuan."

"The medicine you took last time and the money for the hospital visit were all taken out of the 10,000 yuan. There is no use keeping these things in our house."

The middle-aged man stared at the fishing lines and said nothing more.

Lin Han reached out and took it.

These fishing lines are about two meters long.

What is different from ordinary fishing lines is that these lines do not appear to be transparent.

And it doesn't have that plastic texture at all.

On the contrary, it looks just like skin.

It is slender and dense, and even without holding it, you can feel its strong toughness.

Although Mr. Bao didn't know much about antiques, he was born in a large family and naturally saw many good things.

"Master Lin, this thing doesn't look like fishing line. It's much better quality than fishing line."

"You have some good eyesight..."

After Lin Han finished speaking, he turned to the old lady and said, "Madam, these things are not actually fishing lines, but guitar strings."

The old lady and her son were not very surprised when these words were spoken.

"I can't take such a good thing from you for free. According to the market price, a fishing line of this quality should cost at least 10,000 or 20,000 yuan."

Lin Han counted them and there were 20 in total.