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At this time, almost most people are struggling for 'eating', how many people will go to collect antiques... Of course, it is not absolute, like Guan Quanhe is just like this-during natural disasters, people at home There was no more food, so Brother Ren had no choice but to take a collectible and prepared to sell it at a trust store, in exchange for some money and some food.

But at the entrance of the store, this man saw someone who also came to consign an antique porcelain, and gave him a slap in the face, but when he came back, not only did he take the antique away, but also the clothes on his body and the money left in his pocket It's all gone... Of course, I brought back a plate, but can that be eaten as a meal?Aunt Guan complained a lot.

However, not everyone knows antiques and sends them to trust stores for consignment, and some people are out of fear and sell some of the antiques in their hands as rags to avoid disaster.

But if the junkyard is full of antiques, it's a bit of a nonsense-not all second-hand goods are antiques.

Perhaps it was Liu Hao's luck. When he touched the porcelain altar with his fingers, a message immediately appeared in front of him:

[Yuan Dynasty blue and white "Farewell on Bashang", which cannot be restored.Do you absorb the spiritual energy from it? 】

[Draw! 】

【Spirit +5】

"Give me a dime." The aunt said without turning her head after finishing the scale skillfully.

"Okay." Liu Hao hurriedly took out a dime and handed it to the aunt.

Is it worth it?

Of course it’s worth it. Auntie didn’t sell more, and she even underestimated the weight. The original price of any of these books is dozens of times the dime, and most of these books are probably new. None.

"Aunt, can I buy this jar? I want to go home and pickle some pickles." Liu Hao asked.

Aunt hesitated for a moment. In fact, she also wanted to keep this jar... Of course not as an antique, just like what Liu Hao said, she also planned to use it for pickling vegetables.It's just that she has already pickled the sauerkraut and pickles for the winter, so she is not in a hurry to use them.

"Okay, you can take it, five cents is enough... can you take it?" The aunt looked at Liu Hao again.

"can."

Must be able to!

Without hesitation, Liu Hao took out five cents and stuffed it into the aunt's hand: "Thank you, aunt, I'm leaving."

"Let's go, let's go, come and shop for any books you want to read in the future." The aunt waved her hand and said.

"Thank you aunt, goodbye."

Liu Hao left the waste collection station with two stacks of books in one hand and the blue and white porcelain altar in the other.

When he came out, a tattered man walked towards him, and the moment the two passed by, the tattered man inadvertently caught a glimpse of the blue flower bed in his hand, and his footsteps stopped suddenly, but the man Then speed up the pace and enter the waste collection station.

"Sister Ma, we're picking up the guests." The trash collector threw the sack on his back to the ground and shouted.

"Broken, believe it or not, I will use the rags to plug your broken mouth?!"

The aunt who was about to go back to the concierge paused, then turned around and came back. Although she scolded the trash collector, there was no real angry expression on her face.

Broken Hou?

Liu Hao looked back, only seeing the man's back, but not his face.

Shrugging his shoulders, Liu Hao didn't stop and continued walking.

"Liu Hao!"

As soon as he turned the corner, two lolis appeared in front of him.

"Haven't you been waiting here all this time?" Liu Hao looked at the two sisters in surprise.

"I'm not waiting here, how can I stop you?"

——Xu Jingli smiled very reservedly, but the expression clearly expressed this meaning.

"Isn't that right, you're going to freeze to death... Oh, you stink to death!" Xu Jingping had a look of disgust on his face, covered his nose with his hands, and glanced at the two stacks of books with his small eyes.

"I'm going to buy books." Liu Hao put down the things in his hands and patted the two stacks of old books.

"Go to the waste collection station to buy books?" Both sisters thought it was inconceivable that they didn't save money, did they?

"You guys still don't understand, don't ask Uncle Cai to buy a dictionary...forget it, go to my house." Liu Hao originally wanted to give them the dictionary here, but...it's too troublesome.

"Hey, did you buy these books at the waste collection station?" A voice that seemed to be speaking in phlegm sounded from behind.

Liu Hao looked back...it was the Broken Hou.

This is... Yuan Qinghua who was eyeing me?

Collect the rags, I can't flatter you when I wear them, the smell on my body is much stronger than that on Liu Hao's body, but that face makes Liu Hao imagine a lot... It lacks the literary spirit of the third master, and the lack of the son-in-law's body They are philistines, but the three of them have very imaginative faces and the same cautious and cautious personalities.

"Let's go."

Liu Hao glanced at him, didn't answer, picked up the book and the blue flower bed and was about to leave.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Seeing that Liu Hao didn't play cards according to the rules, Potty Hou said angrily, "You child, why didn't you answer when I was talking to you?"

"The teacher said, don't talk to strangers on the road." Liu Hao said confidently.

"Yes, people's hearts are like a belly, who knows if you are a good person or a bad person?" Xu Jingli made up the knife from the side.

"..." Poor Hou was depressed.

What do the teachers in the school teach now?

"I'm……"

Poor Hou wanted to say 'I'm a good person', but he thought that if he really shouted out, maybe the other party would ask him to show evidence... Where can I get evidence for this thing?

"I... am preparing to pickle some kimchi at home, and I have nothing to put it in. Look at this jar..."

"Coincidentally, I also need to pickle some pickles at home, which is just in use." Liu Hao said with a smile.

Is it such a coincidence?

Poor Hou felt that this kid was playing tricks on him, but he had no proof.

"What a coincidence, then show me the jar... I want to buy a jar of similar size for reference." Poor Hou said.

Liu Hao rolled his eyes, the reason was as rotten as his clothes: "No."

"Why?" Poor Hou was a little puzzled.

"Because your hands are dirty."

After Liu Hao finished speaking, he left with the book in one hand and the jar in the other.

"let me help you."

Xu Jingli and Xu Jingping held on to a stack of books without letting go, and Liu Hao didn't insist either, so it felt a little easier now.

"My hands are... dirty?"

Broken Hou raised his hands... It's pitch black, it's really not clean, but is that the reason?

"By the way, I have to see where this kid lives."

Poorhou thought about it for a while, but was still a little unwilling, and stayed far behind Liu Hao and the other three.

This is not giving up!

Usually Liu Hao doesn't pay much attention, and he might not be aware of someone following him. After all, he has never learned anti-stalking skills, but today Bashang discovered that he has a long tail.

Unhappy, that's for sure, but at his current age and status... Forget it, let him go.