Chapter 11: Second-hand Dealer

Seeing Laobiaoz still shedding tears, Li Xuewu said unhappily: "Stop crying, pack up the stall, find a place to talk."

Laobiaoz wiped his snot and said: "Erhaier is watching, let's go to my third uncle's house."

Laobiaoz led the way, Shen Guodong and Wen San'er followed behind, and several people turned a corner in the alley and entered a small courtyard.

Laobiaoz said: "My grandfather and grandmother passed away in the last two years, my third uncle lives alone, usually we are here..."

Li Xuewu looked at the courtyard wall, which was still neat. There were only three low houses in the courtyard. Following Laobiaoz into the house, he saw a pile of broken goods in the west room, the middle was a kitchen plus living room, and the east room had a kang across it.

The room was messy, and there were a few broken books on the two low cabinets.

Turning his head to Wen San'er who was following behind, he said: "Third Uncle, I can't tell, you are still interested in literature?"

Wen San'er didn't have the appearance just now, and didn't have the appearance of an elder either, smiling cheekily: "Slightly understand, read some miscellaneous books, there are people selling antiques, I don't understand, so I look at books to learn, this was given by old Ye Tou who picks horse manure, I also learned a few hands from him, it can't be on the table."

Li Xuewu flipped through the names on the cabinet, which were a bit blurry, but could be seen clearly, "Collection of Pattern Records," Zhao Ruzhen's "Antique Guide," "Antique Doubt," etc.

"This traitor is a bastard, but the books he wrote are not bad. You can learn well. This bastard handled quite a few good things."

Wen San'er said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, I am learning."

Wen San'er looked thief-eyed and wretched, but this guy had received a proper education. His father had read private school, and he was a man of culture, but he didn't use it on the right path. His mother and two sisters spoiled him, and he mixed worse than his own father, leaving only this small courtyard piled with a pile of broken things.

Saying he had culture, he barely finished elementary school. Saying he didn't have culture, this guy had read the Four Books and Five Classics and literary classics with his father, but he just didn't use it on the right path.

Li Xuewu found a clean place to sit, and the three of them surrounded or stood or sat. Li Xuewu took out Daqian Sect and handed them to everyone. Except for Shen Guodong who didn't smoke, the other two took them, and Wen San'er also lit a cigarette for Li Xuewu.

"I just came back and don't understand the situation. Is the job of collecting coal gone?"

Laobiaoz said: "After you left, they didn't take us to play anymore. The coal trucks must have traded with them. We went several times and didn't see anyone."

The previous Li Xuewu led this group of boys to collude with coal truck drivers. Every time they loaded it full, they would unload more than ten large frames outside the city, and they would sell it to residents' homes, relying on this to support several people, and a group of half-grown boys followed them to drink soup. ===== CHAPTER 12 =====