Rebirth Picking Leaks Started in 1992

During the chat, Jiang Yuan learned that the little girl's surname was Jin, and her name was Jin Xiaomei.

In fact, most people in Ma'an Village have the surname Jin, and it is said that they have settled here since the Ming Dynasty.

Jin Xiaomei's home is halfway up the mountain. The terrain is quite high and she can see the entire village at a glance.

There is also an elderly grandmother in her family who has lost her labor force.

Jin Xiaomei's parents have been working away from home, so Jin Xiaomei had to take on the family's farm work to support herself and her grandmother.

Jiang Yuan felt very uncomfortable. Although he knew that this was the current situation of left-behind children in rural areas, he still felt sad every time he encountered this situation.

Liu Xiaojun couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Xiaomei is so thin."

Jiang Yuan quietly left a few hundred-dollar bills at Jin Xiaomei's house, and then walked down the mountain with Liu Xiaojun.

What surprised Jiang Yuan was that there was actually a three-story foreign-style building in the village. The walls were covered with ceramic tiles, and the front and back of the house were leveled. It was in sharp contrast to the other houses in the village.

The two walked to the edge of a pond and saw more than a dozen households around them, so they nodded and stopped.

Liu Xiaojun looked at Jiang Yuan and said, "Brother Jiang, do you want to shout?"

Jiang Yuan nodded, "Just tell me to collect the rags."

Although Liu Xiaojun was confused, he still did it.

"It's time to collect rags, it's time to collect rags, it's time to collect rags."

I shouted several times, but no one showed up.

Liu Xiaojun was about to stop when he saw people coming out of every house, carrying bottles, waste paper and so on.

An aunt walked up to Jiang Yuan, looked at it for a few times, and then asked doubtfully: "You collect rags without a scale? You don't even have a pole?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and said, "On my motorcycle. The motorcycle is being repaired in the county. Someone will ride over soon."

When the aunt heard that Jiang Yuan had a motorcycle, she immediately laughed. If you have a motorcycle, you are a rich person.

"See how much these bottles I can sell for?"

Jiang Yuan glanced at them, shook his head and said, "These things are worthless, I won't accept them."

The other villagers who came over suddenly became unhappy, "You didn't tell me to collect the rags. I've already brought them and you don't want them. You're treating us like monkeys, right?"

Jiang Yuan smiled and shook his head, "Don't be angry, please, just listen to what I have to say, okay?"

"The things you brought are worthless, and they are of no use even if they cost a few cents."

"I'm in the antique business. If you have 'old objects' at home, you can bring them to me to look at."

An aunt put her hands on her hips and said, "Can you accept the straw sandals that my old man wore?"

"And me, I have leftover corn from the year before last, and it's all infested with worms. Is it old enough?"

"My family also has a black dog that I have had for more than ten years. It is older than yours."

Jiang Yuan's head was full of black lines, "Everyone, let me explain."

"The old objects I'm talking about are antiques, such as plates, coins, jars, calligraphy and paintings, some old wooden tables and chairs, etc."

Suddenly, a young woman holding a baby turned around and left quickly, "Wait a minute, I have a copper coin sword and a peach wood sword at home."

"I have one at home too. I heard from my father-in-law that it is an inkstone left over from our ancestors. Hey, do you know what the inkstone is for?"

Soon, I saw these people bringing a lot of weird things.

Jiang Yuan glanced at it, and found that most of them were non-luminous. Occasionally, one or two pieces only emitted a weak light, but they were still acceptable for sale in the store. For example, the peach wood sword and the copper coin sword were probably used by a Taoist priest in the Qing Dynasty.

Passed.

If you put this thing in the store, maybe someone who likes it will buy it.

Jiang Yuan looked at the aunt and asked with a smile: "Aunt, this copper coin sword and peach

Wooden sword, can I give you twenty?"

The aunt's eyes widened, "Can these two things be worth twenty?"

As she said that, she snatched the things back and said, "You have to make money when you buy it back, so this thing must be more than twenty. You have to pay me more."

Liu Xiaojun frowned, "Auntie, if you think it's cheap, then don't sell it. We're not begging to buy it."

Seeing that Liu Xiaojun wanted to talk, Jiang Yuan pulled him aside with a smile and said to the aunt: "My brother is right, aunt, then you can keep it and sell it to others. It's okay."

To be honest, Jiang Yuan's price of twenty is already a very high price. These two items are only sold in the store for one hundred and eighty yuan. If someone else collects them, it would be good to get ten yuan.

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Jiang Yuan set this price because he is also a rural person and understands that life in rural areas is difficult.

When the aunt saw Jiang Yuan really looking at the things in other people's hands, she immediately became anxious, "Can you add a little more to me, fifty? Forty? Twenty-five, right?"

"Forget it, just twenty," the aunt said with a frustrated face, "You are so stingy."

Liu Xiaojun frowned and looked at Jiang Yuan. It was obvious that he didn't want to buy anything from this aunt. After all, it wasn't a good treasure. It wouldn't be a loss if he didn't accept it.

But Jiang Yuan still nodded, "Xiaojun, give Auntie twenty yuan."

Liu Xiaojun reluctantly took out the money and handed it to the aunt.

The others were all jealous when they saw twenty yuan being put into the pocket by the aunt.

Twenty yuan, I heard it would take two or three days to earn it even if you work outside.

"Qing Dynasty wooden Buddha statue," Jiang Yuan nodded, "Fifteen yuan."

"This is..." Jiang Yuan took the bead string from an old woman's hand and finally smiled, "A court bead worn by a third-rank official in the Ming Dynasty."

Jiang Yuan counted the beads carefully and found that there were 108 small agarwood beads in the string, and there were not many of them. There was a turquoise about the size of a little finger between every 27 beads.

Such a string of beads would be worth between 500,000 and 800,000 in future generations.

Jiang Yuan remembers clearly that in 2010, a string of imperial beads made by Emperor Yongzheng were auctioned by Sotheby's for nearly 60 million.

Of course, it was worn by the emperor, and the material and meaning are different.

Jiang Yuan thought for a moment and said to the old woman: "Grandma, this string of beads is worthless. Can I give you five yuan?"

"Okay," the old lady hunched over and kept smiling at Jiang Yuan, "five dollars is a lot."

Jiang Yuan handed the Chaozhu to Liu Xiaojun, then took the five yuan handed over by Liu Xiaojun, and then stuffed it into the old woman's pocket.

But while Jiang Yuan was stuffing it, he quietly put in the five hundred yuan he was holding in his other hand.

Jiang Yuan leaned close to the old lady's ear and said loudly: "Grandma, go back quickly and keep the money."

The old lady nodded, walked home holding a wooden stick and covering her pockets.

In a short time, Jiang Yuan had collected more than twenty items. Of course, 90% of them had no collection value and could only be sold in the store to make a little money.

"Get out of the way, who is that? See how much I can sell this thing for?"

The crowd was pushed aside, and a young man squeezed in, holding a small scroll in his hand.

"Jin Yunda?" Jiang Yuan frowned and was speechless, "You want to sell your father's collection?"

The moment Jin Yunda saw Jiang Yuan, his eyes widened and he was extremely angry, "It's you bastard again, okay, you bought my dad's priceless painting for more than 10,000 yuan, you goddammit

, return the painting to me quickly!"

"I wanted to beat you when we were in the hospital," Jin Yunda's eyes almost burst into flames, "I tell you, return the painting to me as soon as possible, or I will go to the police station again and say that Ye Hao was interrupted by you.

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Liu Xiaojun frowned, "Brother Jiang, who is this?"

Jiang Yuan briefly talked about the exchange meeting, then looked at Jin Yunda expressionlessly, "I'm really too lazy to talk nonsense with you about the right and wrong of this matter."

"You and your father are just the same," Jiang Yuan said impatiently, "Your father is looking for me, and you are looking for me too. Why, do you think I am some kind-hearted person who will return the things I took legally to you?

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"I'll put my words here today!" Jiang Yuan stared at Jin Yunda coldly, "No matter it's you or your father, no matter what dirty tricks you think of, no matter how many times you come here, I will just say, I won't pay you back!

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"If you are playing dirty tricks, I am more dirty than you. If you don't believe it, come and try it!"

Jiang Yuan's words were so loud that many villagers were frightened and took several steps back.

Although they were somewhat related to Jin Yunda based on their seniority, no one was willing to speak for him at the moment.

The reason is very simple. Jin Yunda and his father Jin Daqiang have always been arrogant and looked down on these people in the village.

Jin Yunda's body was trembling a little. He looked at Jiang Yuan's cold eyes and felt that he would fall into a swamp if he said another word.

"Huh, my dad won't let you go," Jin Yunda said firmly, but his tone was soft and slightly trembling.

After saying that, Jin Yunda turned around and ran away, ran into the three-story small foreign-style building, slammed the door, and kept rubbing his heart.

Because when Ye Hao had an incident in the song and dance hall, Jin Yunda was also present. Jin Daqiang was worried that Ye Rong would anger his son, so he simply asked Jin Yunda to go back to his hometown for a while.

Unexpectedly, I met Jiang Yuan here again.

He stood at the second floor window and looked at Jiang Yuan from a distance.

Suddenly, a Santana came from a distance, and Jin Yunda looked happy, "My dad is back, Jiang Yuan, you are finished this time!"

I saw Jin Yunda quickly going downstairs and running along the dirt road towards the Santana.

Jin Daqiang frowned instantly when he saw his son running over.

"What's wrong, Director Jin?"

Jin Daqiang shook his head, "Xiao Deng, stop the car and put me down. Then you go to the county station and wait for me."

The driver Xiao Deng nodded, waited for Jin Daqiang to get off the car, then turned around and left.

But his eyes never left Jin Daqiang.

In fact, he has been searching for evidence that Jin Daqiang used public power for private purposes during this period. Unfortunately, Jin Daqiang is more strict in his work and has not left any evidence so far.

Xiao Deng drove around a corner, parked the car, and walked around the path up the mountain, his eyes following Jin Daqiang.

"Dad, that kid Jiang Yuan is here!"

Jin Yunda's face was full of excitement, "Ma'an Village is our territory, we just took this opportunity to force him to hand over the painting!"

Jin Daqiang frowned and looked in the direction of Jin Yunda's finger, and sure enough he saw Jiang Yuan trading with a group of villagers.

His eyes turned cold, "It's indeed a good time."

But when he thought that the factory seemed to be investigating him recently, Jin Daqiang hesitated again.

When he looked back, he couldn't see the car at all, and then he made up his mind!

"Yunda, you go now to find your third uncle, second uncle, and your two cousins. Go quickly!"

Jin Yunda was extremely excited, "Okay, I'll go right away."

After a while, four men ran over with Jin Yunda. They looked at Jin Daqiang with doubts on their faces, "What happened? You called us here in such a hurry? I haven't finished hoeing the grass in my field."

Jin Daqiang's eyes were cold and he pointed at the crowd in the distance, "There is a kid over there who cheated me out of hundreds of thousands, and I want to settle the score with him!"