Author: Runchao Cigarettes

"I've swept through everything there, let's go, let's go to the next village."

"good."

Almost half of this village was wiped out by Yang Yukun and Han Chunming.

Neither of them is interested in continuing to sweep the place that the other has swept.

Because both of them know that it is basically impossible to find good things in places that have been scanned by the other party.

The two people immediately left the village and continued to the next village.

"Xiao Kun, it's getting late. How about we find a family to stay in this village tonight?"

"Okay."

After walking around the village, Yang Yukun and Han Chunming didn't find anything good.

It’s not like someone got there first.

This village is just an ordinary village, with nothing good that has been handed down.

At this moment.

The two of them have been shopping for a day.

Seeing that it was getting dark soon, the two of them immediately decided to stay overnight in the village.

"How about we stay at the old man's house at the east end of the village?"

"Okay."

"Walk."

There is a family in the east of this village where an old man in his sixties lives alone.

Yang Yukun and Han Chunming were begging for water at this man's house just now, and chatted with him for half an hour.

The two of them immediately decided to stay one night at the uncle's house at the east end of the village.

"Uncle Zhang."

"Who?

"Uncle Zhang, it's not us."

"Xiao Wuzi, Xiao Kun, it's you two, is there anything else?"

"Uncle Zhang, it's getting dark soon. We would like to stay at your house for the night. Isn't it convenient?"

"It's certainly convenient to stay at my house, as long as you don't find it objectionable."

"Thank you, Uncle Zhang, we will pay for your accommodation."

"No need for accommodation fees. Anyway, I have a vacant room here. My son used to live there. This boy has not been back since he was in the army for many years. I will go and clean it up for you later."

Upon hearing that Yang Yukun and Han Chunming wanted to pay him for accommodation, Uncle Zhang quickly waved his hand and said no.

It's just a one-night stay, so what kind of money are you talking about?

He is a retired soldier, and his son is an active soldier. His mentor said that he should serve the people wholeheartedly and not take money.

"Xiao Wuzi, Xiao Kun, you two didn't find any valuable old things in our village, right?"

"No."

"The history of our village is not long, just over two hundred years ago. Our ancestors moved here to escape the war. Generations of people spread their branches and leaves to create our small village. I would say that the most ancient objects in our village are

, then there is only the tombstone of our ancestors."

Han Chunming smiled and said, "Uncle Zhang, I don't dare to ask for this. We don't accept everything."

Uncle Zhang smiled and said, "You two haven't eaten yet, I'll make dinner."

"No, Uncle Zhang, I'll help you." Yang Yukun ran to help Uncle Zhang.

He was born and raised in a rural area in his previous life. When he was six or seven years old, he started helping the family with cooking, cutting pig grass, cooking pig food, feeding pigs and herding cattle.

When I was young, the stove was not high enough, so I put a stool under my feet.

Therefore, Yang Yukun is very familiar with firewood stoves in rural areas.

"I didn't expect you, a kid from the city, to be able to use a wood stove in the country and cook so well."

Uncle Zhang was quite surprised to see Yang Yukun's neat hands and feet.

There have been educated youths in their village before, and few of them worked as neatly as this kid.

"Uncle Zhang, I have been living independently since I was ten years old. This is no big deal to me."

"Where are your parents?"

"He passed away. My father was also a soldier like you. He died in the attack on Asan in 1962. He was a martyr."

"Good boy, I'm sorry for you."

Uncle Zhang did not expect that this child had such a touching life experience.

"I have become accustomed to it over the years. Uncle Zhang, please rest while I do it."

Yang Yukun asked Uncle Zhang to rest and took over the task of cooking dinner.

"Kekeke..." Han Chunming twisted a chicken into the house. "Xiaokun, hurry up, boil water and kill the chicken."

"Brother Xiao Wu, where did you get it done?"

"bought."

When he was walking around the village just now, Han Chunming discovered that a family in the village had three chickens.

Seeing that Uncle Zhang's house didn't have much food, which might not be enough for the three of them, he went to this house and bought a chicken.

Because it was an old hen that was laying eggs, they were reluctant to sell it at first.

He tried to persuade them, but it cost them three yuan to sell it to him.

Uncle Zhang said, "It would be a pity to kill a chicken that is laying eggs."

"It's indeed a pity, Brother Xiaowu, why don't we just stop eating this chicken?"

"But I bought everything back?"

"Let Uncle Zhang raise it and keep it for laying eggs."

"All right."

The old egg-laying hen that Han Chunming bought was not killed in the end, but was kept for Uncle Zhang to raise, and it was used as their accommodation and food expenses tonight.

At first, Uncle Zhang didn’t want it and said he would give them money to buy chickens.

The two of them had a hard time talking, and Uncle Zhang accepted the old egg-laying hen.

The chicken was not finished, so Yang Yukun fried a shredded potato and Chinese cabbage, and then made two large bowls of sweet potato rice.

"Xiao Wuzi, Xiao Kun, I've made the bed for you. Old man, I'm going to sleep first. If you need anything, call me."

"Okay, Uncle Zhang, please excuse me."

"No trouble, you guys should go to bed early."

"good."

After Yang Yukun and Han Chunming were settled, Uncle Zhang went back to his room to rest.

"Xiao Kun, let's rest too. It's been a tiring day. Let's have a good sleep and continue tomorrow."

"Brother Xiaowu, don't you snore at night?"

"Don't worry, I don't snore, and you don't snore, right?"

"I won't fight either."

"That's good, go to sleep."

There was nothing to say all night. When Yang Yukun woke up the next morning, he found that Han Chunming was still sleeping.

Putting on his cotton-padded jacket and shoes, Yang Yukun opened the door and found Uncle Zhang chopping firewood in the yard.

"Xiao Kun, wake up."

"Uncle Zhang, good morning."

"It's getting late. If the farming was busy, I would have been doing farm work for a long time at this point. I've boiled the hot water in the pot. I'm going to wash my face first. We'll make breakfast later."

"Okay."

Yang Yukun went to scoop up water and washed his face. After a while, Han Chunming also got up.

After having breakfast at Uncle Zhang's house, the two of them bid farewell to Uncle Zhang and continued to look for old objects in other villages.

In the following days, Uncle Zhang's house became a stopping place for Yang Yukun and Han Chunming. All the old objects they found were placed in Uncle Zhang's house.

In this way, Yang Yukun and Han Chunming lived in Uncle Zhang's house for half a month.

"Hey, Brother Xiaowu, I have to say that you are really lucky. It's a waste of time for me to accompany you this time."

Looking at the pile of things that Han Chunming brought back from his search, and then looking at the items that he bought back, there is no comparison at all.

"Haha... Xiaokun, my luck is indeed better than yours this time."

During this treasure hunting trip, Han Chunming found a total of more than 150 old objects, dating from the early Song Dynasty to the Republic of China. The types include ceramics, calligraphy and paintings, jade, and various miscellaneous items. There are many fine products, and he has gained a lot.

Looking back at Yang Yukun, the quantity is less than half of his, and the value of the old items is not as good as his. The best thing is the pair of Yongzheng imitation Chenghua blue and white lotus cups with Sanskrit reclining feet that I bought at the beginning.

If Yang Yukun sells him all the old items that he doesn't want to collect, then this guy will only have a pair of foot cups left.

Thinking of this, Han Chunming couldn't help but feel happy. After all, he won this time, a complete victory.
Chapter completed!