I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

The next day, early morning.

Hu Muzhi got up, left the hotel, and found a breakfast shop on the roadside.

"Boss, three buns, a bowl of bean juice.

"Okay." The boss responded and started packing for Hu Muzhi.

"The buns are twenty-five cents each, and the bean juice is one cent." The boss handed the breakfast to Hu Muzhi.

Hu Muzhi paid the money, and then sat on the sidecar and ate directly.

A bun, a mouthful of soy sauce.

After the three buns had eaten, Hu Muzhi was about to start the car and leave.

And right now.

A slightly surprised female voice sounded.

"Hu Muzhi?"

Hu Muzhi heard the news and found that it was Yang Enhui who called him.

Today's Yang Enhui is wearing a floral dress, the film camera is hanging around her neck, she is wearing a sun hat, and she is dressed for an outing.

"Miss Yang, why are you here?" Hu Muzhi wondered.

"I heard that the scenery in the suburbs of Beijing is very beautiful, so I came here to take a few pictures to record it. How about you, why did you come here?" Yang Enhui said.

"I'm here to collect the junk." Hu Muzhi replied without thinking.

"Receiving junk?" Yang Enhui's jaw dropped when he heard this: "Are you kidding me? 19 You don't look like a junk collector."

"It's a little different, but it's pretty much the same." Hu Muzhi said.

"Then where do you go to collect it?" Yang Enhui asked.

"Just some small villages under the county seat." Hu Muzhi replied.

"Can you take me for a ride?" Yang Enhui said hurriedly: "The taxis here only go to the county seat. I want them to take me to the small village, but they said that the road in the village is not easy to drive, and even if you add money, you won't go there. .

"I only went back to the county town at night. If you think it's okay, come up. Hu Muzhi speaks up.

Wouldn't it be a waste of time if I clamored to come back later?

"No problem." Yang Enhui waved his hand, and then got into the side fight of the car.

Hu Muzhi started the car and headed towards his destination, a village called Jincun.

Soon, the car came to Jincun.

There are several children playing in the mud at the entrance of the village.

After hearing the roar of the motorcycle, several children looked towards Hu Muzhi.

"Look, it looks like a motorcycle.""

"And a beautiful big sister.

"There is another big brother, that is, the big brother's hair is the same as my father's, much whiter."

Listening to the children's innocent words, Hu Muzhi smiled and continued to drive forward.

At this moment, Yang Enhui suddenly said, "Hu Muzhi, please stop the car."

"Oh." Hu Muzhi responded, and then stepped on the brakes.

As the car stopped, Yang Enhui got down from the side bucket and said to Hu Muzhi, "Hu Muzhi, go do your work, I'll take some pictures."5

As he spoke, he picked up the film camera on his chest and took pictures of the mountains and scenery in the distance.

Seeing that the film camera would occasionally light up, those children were very curious and gathered around Yang Enhui.

Seeing this, Yang Enhui said with a smile, "Children, stand up and my sister will take pictures of you.

Saying that, he took out another camera from his bag.

Hu Muzhi recognized that it was an instant imaging camera, also called a Polaroid, which means that after taking a picture, it can be developed after a while.

Although the photos are not as clear as film cameras, they are more convenient.

However, the photographic paper inside is relatively expensive. One sheet costs five yuan, enough to buy two catties of pork.

Yang Enhui used Polaroid to take pictures of every child present, and gave them the developed photos.

The children looked at their pictures in their hands and were very happy.

"Miss Yang, I'm going under the camphor tree in front of you. You can come and find me at that time." After watching for a while, Hu Muzhi said something to Yang Enhui, and started the car and continued to drive forward.

Parking the car under the tree, Hu Muzhi went to the grove. With a thought, he took out the pots and pans for the villagers to replace from the Void Ring.

Then he posed under the tree.

As Hu Muzhi set things up, Yang Enhui also came over, looking at the pile of pots and pans on the ground, wondering: "How did you make these things?"

"Put it in a villager's house beforehand." Hu Muzhi made a random excuse.

Yang Enhui showed a clear look, and said, "Didn't you say to collect waste? Why did you set up a stall here?

"You'll find out later." Hu Muzhi didn't bother to explain, because Yang Enhui would understand when he saw it.

Since Hu Muzhi was here yesterday, it quickly attracted a group of villagers who were going to work in the fields.

"Young man, you can count it. I cleaned up a lot of debris at home last night, so I'll show it to you."

After speaking, the villager ran towards his house.

When I came back, I already had a few old porcelain bowls, an old stool and some sundries in my hands.

Hu Muzhi took a look and said, "Aunt, these three old bowls can be exchanged for six, as for these old stools and sundries, please take them back.

"Okay." The villagers chose six new household items from Hu Muzhi.

Yang Enhui also understood at this time, and exchanged things for things.

There is one person, and there is a second person.

Soon, more and more villagers came to replace.

Yang Enhui wanted to help, but found that Hu Muzhi was looking at things very quickly, almost glancing.

If it is suitable, put the 510 behind it, and if it is not suitable, it will be returned to the villagers.

Yang Enhui picked up a few objects that Hu Muzhi put behind him, and found that they were all objects with a sense of age, and they were basically from the Republic of China.

As the last villager to be replaced left, Yang Enhui said, "Is your appraisal speed too fast?"

"Because the second-hand goods brought by the villagers are not fake, even if they are fake, they only need to pay a few porcelain bowls, so it will be soon." Hu Muzhi smiled lightly.

Yang Enhui twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "So you are based on this identification, I thought you were a master.

Hu Muzhi smiled without explaining too much, and changed the subject: "Miss Yang, you can do what you want to do, you don't have to stay with me here.

Yang Enhui felt that she couldn't be of any help here, so she nodded and said, "Okay, then you are busy, just call me if you need any help.

Following Yang Enhui's departure, several villagers came one after another.

An hour later, an old voice rang in Hu Muzhi's ear.

"Young man, can my bronze mirror exchange some money with you?"

"Bronze mirror? Exchange money?" Hu Muzhi looked up after hearing this.

I saw that the person who spoke was about sixty years a year, with a rickety body. The old lady with a wrinkled face, and in her hands, is holding the utensils that are already glowing with black patina.

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