After walking around the outer courtyard, Meng Tao saw some undamaged furniture. She wanted to put them into the space, but was afraid of being noticed. After all, these pieces took up a lot of space. But if she didn't put them away, they would all be taken away and used as fuel. Finally, she couldn't help it. She took advantage of the pile of furniture to collect a table inlaid with silver and silver, an exquisitely carved eight-immortal table, four carved official hat chairs, and two armchairs inlaid with jade reliefs. They were all intact, probably because they were strong enough. The wood was really good, dark purple, shiny and smooth, and as heavy as a rock. Meng Tao couldn't drag them at all, so he could only touch them with his hands and put them into the space.

Then drag over some damaged furniture to occupy the original place and disguise the scene.

After collecting the things, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but in her imagination, she wondered how messy it would be to place tables and chairs on a stone platform of only ten square meters? I guess the immortal would scold her again, alas!

After passing through the hall, there is the inner courtyard, which seems to be slightly larger than the outer courtyard. There are also small mountains of various sundries piled up on both sides of the blue brick corridor. On the left are mostly damaged tables, chairs, cabinets, wooden racks, boxes and cages, while on the right are many large porcelain pieces, such as plum bottles, lotus jars, flower pots, tea sets, incense burners, etc. Although Meng Tao doesn't know much about porcelain, he can roughly tell that these are antiques from a long time. Unfortunately, most of them are damaged, either with corners missing or the bottom leaking.

Meng Tao walked around the pile of porcelain with a distressed look on her face. She finally picked out two intact blue and white plates from the broken flowerpots. She looked at the seals on the bottom and found that they were from the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. She had found a treasure! She put them into her space without saying anything.

Later I found a good large painted painting jar, which was used by the ancients in their study to place calligraphy and painting scrolls. I couldn't tell its age at the moment, but it was definitely an antique. There were also two lotus jars next to it. Some of them were chipped at the corners, but there were no cracks. Overall they were in good condition. Filling them with water would not affect the planting of lotus flowers and raising fish. They looked beautiful, so I bought them directly.

Coming out from the pile of porcelain, she clapped her hands, and walked into the open main house. Seeing the bright hall and the two rooms on the left and right, which were filled with all kinds of books in a disorderly and chaotic manner, Meng Tao sighed again in her heart: I wonder how many book lovers have put in the hard work of collecting these books, but one day the books that were collected with great difficulty became waste, and maybe even burned in the end.

Meng Tao found a corner and began to rummage through the pile of books. She would collect any books that interested her. Of course, if she saw a collector's edition or an ancient book, she would also collect it. She also deliberately picked up some elementary school textbooks and junior and senior high school mathematics, physics and chemistry textbooks. It was now 1974, and in three years, the country would resume the college entrance examination. Although she had been to college, she lived in the present and still needed a diploma to show off. So, in these three years, she had to let people know that Meng Taohua was really working hard to learn cultural knowledge, so that it would not be so abrupt when she took the college entrance examination a few years later.

She found two children's picture books with beautiful illustrations and excellent paper quality. She kept them and planned to give them to Xiaocheng later.

When she was pulling out a thick dictionary with force, it suddenly caused a collapse. Meng Tao quickly avoided to the other side. When the dust was not so thick, she came over to look and found that a wooden board underneath was blocking a lot of things. Meng Tao moved the board with force and really picked up some good stuff - several ancient books on Chinese medicine, and seven or eight scrolls. She opened two of them and judging from the seals, they were paintings from the Ming and Qing dynasties. These were piled together and should have been from the hands of a collector. They were all ancient calligraphy and paintings, so she quickly put them into the space.

She rummaged for a while and estimated that it was about time. If she stayed here too long, she was afraid that Mr. Huang would worry. After all, this was his job and it affected her career, and she couldn't cause trouble for him.

Meng Tao returned to the gatehouse in the front yard with a pile of books. The grandfather and grandson had already finished their meal. As expected, Grandpa Huang was standing at the door looking at her. He didn't go directly to urge her because he had to look after Xiaocheng who was lying on the small wooden bed and wanted him to take a nap.

Seeing Meng Tao holding the book like that, Mr. Huang said, "Let me find something to put it in for you, so it's easier to hold and no one can see it."

As he spoke, he walked over and pulled out an exquisite white rattan basket with a lid from under the small wooden bed, and handed it to Meng Tao: "Among all the junk in this yard, there are only a few baskets that can't be thrown away. I picked them up and kept them. I can use them to store things when I take them home. This one is quite big, so I'll give it to you."

Meng Tao sighed: Uncle, the pile of junk you are guarding are all precious woods and antiques. If you can collect a few of them, repair them, and take them out after a few years, people will rush to buy them from you. They are much more valuable than a few baskets.

But she didn't dare say such things out loud.

Seeing so many candies, Mr. Huang quickly declined. Meng Tao smiled and said, "Take it. Xiaocheng is an honest and smart child. When he goes to school, he must study hard. Cultural knowledge is useful at any time."

Xiao Cheng got up from the wooden bed, looked at Meng Tao and asked, "Sister Meng, will you come again in the future?"

Meng Tao put the candy and the picture album on the bedside: "I'm not from the provincial capital. My home is far away. If I have the chance to come to the provincial capital again, I will come here to see you, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiaocheng was very happy. He reached out to touch the picture album and candy, then looked up at his grandfather expectantly.

Grandpa Huang couldn't bear to disappoint his grandson, so he taught him: "Then, thank Sister Xiao Meng. When you go to school, learn from her and read more. I think it's better to be literate than not to be literate."

"Yes! I will definitely learn from Sister Meng. Thank you, Sister Meng!"

After saying goodbye to the grandparents and grandchildren, Meng Tao walked along the street carrying a wicker basket. She felt her steps were a little unsteady and suddenly remembered: she had not eaten lunch. No wonder her legs were weak and powerless!

She hurried back to the original state-owned restaurant, not knowing if there was any food for sale. She found herself always missing mealtimes. It seemed that she would have to prepare some biscuits and snacks to keep in space in the future, so as to avoid stomach problems from being hungry for too long.

Lunch time had passed, the restaurant was empty with no customers and basically no ready-made food. The waiter asked Meng Tao to buy a ticket and made her a bowl of clear soup noodles.

When the noodles came, they were indeed clear soup noodles, without any side dishes. Just salt and two drops of sesame oil to shake out the oil. Meng Tao had eaten good food for a few days, so she couldn't help feeling a little disgusted, but she couldn't go hungry. Fortunately, the noodles tasted okay. She finished all the noodles, leaving half a bowl of soup, and left.

The white rattan basket was quite large, and it was not easy to put it away directly because of the constant comings and goings of people on the street. Meng Tao used up space for the books inside, but it felt strange to carry a schoolbag and a basket while shopping. So Meng Tao canceled her plan to visit other scenic spots and walked to the bus stop to wait for the bus back to the steel plant.

She will be leaving the provincial capital tomorrow, so she has to pack her luggage and put the things in the space in order at night.

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