Chapter 30 Leak Detection
"Ye...... Uncle Ye, ...... What painting are you talking about?"
After leaning the bicycle against the courtyard wall, he took out a plastic bag from the basket in front of him and staggered towards the door.
"Stinky boy, why do you drink so much?"
Looking at his red face like a monkey's butt, he couldn't help but shake his head and said to Ye Tian: "Make a basin of water and let Brother Fengzi wash his face......"
Since the acquisition station is located on the outskirts of the county, the tap water has not yet been brought here, and the pressurized well is still used, and the cold well water is cool on this hot August day.
"Alas, Uncle Ye, you can't drink it, by the way, you and Ye Tian haven't eaten yet, right? I brought some for you, you eat first, don't worry about me......"
Feng Kuang's body swayed a little while standing there, and he took the package of cooked food and handed it to Ye Dongping's face.
"Okay, wash your face and talk about it when you wake up......" Ye Dongping couldn't laugh or cry and took the plastic bag handed over by the seal and pulled him to the front of the water basin.
After burying all his head in the water and holding his breath for a while, Feng Kuang raised his head, his wet hair was stuck to his forehead, and he was still hiccuping with wine in his mouth, "Ah, Shutan, these turtle grandchildren are so good at drinking, next time I will give them wine and let them drink it by themselves......"
When I went to the place where they lived, there were really a lot of good things, and the waste piled up at the door of each house was as much as he sold last time.
Feng Kuang found a few people who hadn't gone out, and when he told him about the matter, the price he offered was a few cents more than that of the purchase station.
Although he was already in a daze at that time, he was very sober, and he thought about it, as long as he collected the waste products of these companies, he could earn at least more than 500 yuan, so he drank a few more glasses at that time, regardless of his own drinking capacity.
Most of these scavengers are from AH and Henan, and their alcohol consumption is much stronger than that of people who grew up in Jiangnan Water Town.
Feng Kuang bought a total of six bottles of locally produced high-quality liquor, only five people drank it, he drank less than three taels, and the rest were all drunk by those people.
"I can't drink and I don't know how to drink less, come, wipe your face, let's go to sleep first......" In Ye Dongping's eyes, Feng Kuang is actually a big child, in his early twenties, he is not ten years older than Ye Tian.
"Don't, Uncle Ye, I'm fine, I'll wake up after washing my face......"
Feng Xiang took a towel and wiped it on his face, grabbed Ye Dongping with some excitement, and said: "Uncle Ye, I have negotiated all the rags picked up by the five families in the west of the city, and I will go to the east of the city tomorrow and strive to take them down as well......"
The total cost of this meal was less than twenty yuan.
But after Ming'er and those people sent the scrap, they could earn 500 in one turn, which made Feng Kuang feel like a cat's claw, and he couldn't wait to get rid of the waste pickers in the entire county today.
"Okay, this matter is not urgent, I don't worry about you going out like this, let's go to bed first......"
Seeing that Feng Xiang was walking as a model to push the bicycle, Ye Dongping grabbed him, although there were not many cars on the road these days, but he couldn't stand looking for death and hitting it.
People who drink too much wine generally have two manifestations, one is people who fall asleep after drinking too much and can't wake up even if they fall asleep, and the second is the incarnation of chattering, and the mouth can't be idle for a moment.
Feng Xiang belonged to the second type, under Ye Dongping's order, he went to lie down on the bed in the inner room for five minutes, and couldn't help but run out again, shouting: "Uncle Ye, I can't sleep!"
"You boy, come and sit down......"
Ye Dongping shook his head, put down the chopsticks he had just picked up and was about to eat, picked up the painting next to him, and said, "If you can't sleep, tell me how this object came from, right?"
"This ...... What kind of thing is this?"
Feng Xiang stretched out his hand to get it, but Ye Dongping opened it, "You don't know what you received yourself? The ...... that were put together with those books."
After thinking for a while, Feng Kuang patted his thigh and said: "I remember, Uncle Ye, is there a picture of two old men playing chess with a lump mountain?"
Ye Tian was also very curious about the origin of this painting, and rushed to answer: "Yes, Brother Madman, this is this painting, how did you get it?"
"I received it, by the way, Uncle Ye, do you think this painting is an antique?"
Although it has become a scrap purchase station, Feng Kuang has been paying attention to these things that have been around for a long time.
"It's an antique, and it's from the Ming Dynasty, it's been four or five hundred years since now, Fengzi, how did you get it?" Hearing the repeated inquiries about the seal, Ye Dongping was also a little impatient, not to mention the origin of this painting.
"Hey, it's really blindfolded, I must tell my uncle ......" Feng Xiang's excited look made Ye Dongping want to knock on his head, why didn't he get to the point.
Feng Xiang lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "Uncle Ye, guess how I got it?"
"Xiaotian, go and make a basin of water to make him sober up ......" Ye Dongping went berserk completely, and this kid was still doing his best.
Seeing Ye Dongping, he became angry and quickly said: "Don't, don't, Uncle Ye, I said it wasn't done yet, this painting was sold to me by an old lady......"
A group of old ladies were collecting shoes in a row of bungalows.
It is said that these days, those who collect scraps or "sharpen scissors with strong knives" are like a sieve, almost cleaning up all the households every day, and the old ladies bring some waste books and broken plastic basins and other objects.
Feng Kuang passed these things through the scale and paid, and was about to leave, when he suddenly saw an old lady placing an object rolled together next to the basket where the soles of her shoes were tucked in.
He thought this thing was paper, so he asked the old lady if she wanted to sell it, but who knew that the old lady said that the thing was made of cloth and was used to cut shoes.
Looking at the wood on both sides of the scroll, it was a little polished, and during this time, Feng Kuang was talking about antiques in his mind, so he spent a dollar at that time to buy the scroll that was still a little heavy.
(End of this chapter)