Jiang Jinxiu only noticed now that Chengzi had distanced herself from her at some point and was unwilling to get close to her.
His expression carried a hint of schadenfreude, as if to say: See, I told you, that's no good, but you didn't believe me.
Seeing its appearance, Jiang Jinxiu wanted to go over and give it a good rub.
Unfortunately, Orange didn't give her that chance, easily dodging her clutches with a single leap.
Jiang Jinxiu was too lazy to care about it anymore; all she wanted to do at that moment was wash her hands.
The smell made her want to vomit again.
Now she finally understood why Orange had said that the blue and white porcelain was no good thing after seeing it.
That's a good thing because it's an antique; that's not a good thing because it's a chamber pot.
"vomit--"
Unable to bear it any longer, Jiang Jinxiu flashed into the spatial dimension.
She quickly put her hands into the spiritual spring water, as if only in this way could she feel better and avoid smelling that odor.
Then she remembered something, and a bottle of hand sanitizer appeared in her hand.
Fearing that Sister Zhang might come in to check again, she quickly scrubbed and washed herself, and once she was sure there was no more smell, she left the space.
She took the few books she had picked up and went straight out.
Sister Zhang looked at the books in her hand and was somewhat surprised: "Girl, why are the books you found the same as those of that man?"
Jiang Jinxiu was somewhat surprised; she hadn't even noticed what books Liu Jianjun had taken.
However, she didn't show it on her face.
"It's just a coincidence." Jiang Jinxiu didn't want to discuss Liu Jianjun's matter. "Sister Zhang, could you weigh it for me first and see how much it costs?"
Sister Zhang deftly helped her tie the books together, making it easier to weigh them.
"It weighs five jin and four liang in total, which is eight mao yi. I'll just charge you eight mao. I like you, girl."
Jiang Jinxiu thanked her with a smile.
He was inwardly astonished.
This book is too cheap. If it were a new book or bought at Xinhua Bookstore, it would definitely cost many times more.
Just as she was about to take out her money to pay, Sister Liang, who was tidying up her things nearby, pointed to something not far away and said, "Girl, weren't you looking for a jar? There's one over there."
Jiang Jinxiu looked in the direction she was pointing.
There were quite a few cans piled up on the other side of the scrap yard.
Jiang Jinxiu went over and took a look. These jars must have been there for quite a while; some were even half-buried in the ground.
Sister Zhang followed us over, and she was very enthusiastic: "Girl, what kind of girl are you looking for? I'll help you find one."
The larger ones can be used to store water or rice, while the smaller ones can be used to pickle things like plums, lemons, chili peppers, radishes, and green beans. I picked some to take home and use myself.
Don't let their current dirty appearance fool you; as long as they're not broken or leaking, you can wash them thoroughly and still use them..."
Sister Zhang talked a lot, and Jiang Jinxiu listened in a daze.
She knew it could be used to store things, but she said she didn't know how to make any of the pickled dishes.
However, I did see some at Gu's house.
She thought her mother-in-law must also know how to pickle things.
Then pick some to take back; you'll always need them.
"Meow meow meow..." Master, your wine hasn't been brewed yet. You can use it to brew wine.
Orange's reminder made Jiang Jinxiu realize that the grapes she picked in Yunnan Province were still stored in her spatial storage.
While she was still in a daze, Sister Zhang had already picked out more than a dozen large jars.
Jiang Jinxiu was a little embarrassed.
"Sister Zhang, why aren't these jars put together with the ones inside?"
"You mean those things inside? We originally planned to put them all inside, but we found there wasn't enough space, so we left them here outside. We were also supposed to clear out the things inside, but we were all so busy that we forgot. If you hadn't just gone in, I wouldn't have remembered."
Jiang Jinxiu looked at the messy jars and porcelain pieces, seemingly lost in thought.
If I remember correctly, in those days, many wealthy people's belongings were either taken away, stolen, or discarded.
Many people who don't know the value of antiques just throw them away everywhere.
Pottery and porcelain are among them.
Later, as the country developed, these things regained their value.
Unfortunately, many of them were destroyed or lost elsewhere.
Jiang Jinxiu didn't understand these things very well, and Chengzi didn't say anything at this moment.
I guess he's still traumatized by what just happened.
Jiang Jinxiu didn't care anymore; she simply picked out all the ones that looked good and weren't bad, regardless of size.
She uses what she can, and leaves what she can't use to collect dust in her storage space, since there's plenty of room anyway.
If it really becomes valuable in the future, wouldn't she be able to earn an extra income?
You should still have dreams, what if they come true?
hey-hey.
However, this time she paid special attention and avoided touching anything that looked similar to the chamber pot from before.
She didn't want to smell that odor again.
shadow.
With Sister Zhang's help, the two of them picked and chose, and soon they had picked out a large pile.
There are two fairly large tanks that can be used to store water.
There are also some medium-sized ones, which can be used to store rice, soybeans, etc., and can keep mice away.
There are also some covered jars, which are perfect for her to make wine.
There are also some porcelain items, some like vases and potted plants, and others only the size of a fist, probably just simple decorative pieces.
Looking at the items she had chosen, Sister Zhang said to Jiang Jinxiu, "Girl, take a look, which one do you want?"
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