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Chapter 28: Mr. Jiang is coming
Li Xiaofei was influenced by Wenhao. Li Xiaofei and Wenhao have been in the army for so many years and have no chance to come into contact with antiques.

This time I was working with Mr. Jiang every day, so there wasn't much time to actually work. When we were free every day, we would just listen to Mr. Jiang talk about antiques.

Wenhao imagined that his chicken bowl or egg jar were antiques and he would become rich overnight.

The other day I asked Mr. Jiang if a mimeographed book in his hometown was an antique. Mr. Jiang said he would know only when he saw it.

Li Xiaofei was also influenced by him and felt that any old objects he saw were antiques. The most striking thing about this stack of paper is that all the words are red, which is quite special.

Really, in Li Xiaofei's impression, only teachers use red pens to correct homework. It seems like I've seen it somewhere.

Li Xiaofei asked her aunt, "Aunt, can I take a picture? I think this is an old item. Show it to the old professor. Don't ruin it."

"I know it's an old item. It belonged to my grandfather, and he just found it a few days ago. But my wife said it's not valuable."

"what happened?"

"My wife said that when she was a child, she saw that the old man treasured these manuscripts very much. He would hide them after reading them. My wife asked the old man if they were valuable. The old man said they were not valuable, but he just liked them."

"That's okay, it's not a big deal to take a look." Li Xiaofei didn't want to give up, mainly because he had seen similar pictures a few days ago.

Auntie was very happy. It was nothing to look at it. What if it was valuable? She didn't want to sell it. It was good to keep it as a memory. In case of emergency, she could cash it in.

"Thank you, girl."

After getting the aunt's consent, Li Xiaofei took several photos with his mobile phone and sent them to Mr. Jiang.

Then he called Mr. Jiang and said, "Mr. Jiang, when I was collecting clothes, I saw a few manuscripts written in red pen. They seemed to be old items. Can you take a look?"

"Can you still tell it's an old item?"

"I'm letting you see it because you can't see it. This is a bit like the picture you showed us a few days ago, but it's similar! I don't know if it's true or not, I took a picture of it for you."

The black shirt aunt asked, "What did the old professor say?"

Li Xiaofei said: "Let him take a look first, he will give me a reply in a while, whether it is true or not, I will let you know, I have been outside the community this morning."

"Thank you, girl!" The aunt sent Li Xiaofei out.

Li Xiaofei walked away with big strides, carrying two bags.

Back outside the community, after Li Xiaofei left, another middle-aged woman came over and asked, "Are you collecting children's clothes?"

"Yes!" It's impossible that only adults in County Magistrate Li's house are short of clothes. The children may be even more short of them.

"Then you need two people to carry it. I have a lot of stuff."

"How many are there? Whose clothes are they?" See who should go and get them.

"We have six woven bags at home. They are this big. When packed tightly, they weigh fifty or sixty kilograms. My son has four bags, and my husband and I have two bags." The middle-aged woman thought for a moment and said.

Wang Yue was curious: "Sister, have your children's clothes never been lost? Why are there so many?"

"Of course not. My son is 14 years old now and 1.8 meters tall. He had a lot of clothes when he was young, and even more when he grew up. Spring clothes can no longer be worn in autumn. Over the past ten years, he has been filled with several large bags. My grandmother won't let me throw them away and wants me to have a second child."

"Now that you've donated it, will your old lady have any problem with it?" This is also a problem.

"She is eager for you to take them away. She broke her leg a while ago and is unable to move around easily, so she hired a nanny. When the nanny came, she asked her to live in the utility room. As a result, the utility room is full of these old clothes. Now those clothes are piled up in the living room."

"Then you have to wait a moment. Both of our companions are out, and we'll come to your place when they come back."

"Okay! I'll wait a moment. The old lady insisted that I give away her clothes these days. Everyone has clothes these days, so it's hard to do so. I told her to throw the clothes in the trash can downstairs, but she refused to do so." "The old lady lived through the hard times, so she probably couldn't bear to see clothes that had been worn a few times thrown in the trash can."

"The old lady said that if all else failed, we could just put the woven bags in her room. That definitely wouldn't work, so we just piled them in the living room."

"The old lady is really frugal!"

"Of course not. The clothes my wife and I wore when we got married are still in use more than 10 years later. They are still in good shape."

As they were talking, Wenhao came back, but Wenhao didn't come back alone.

Behind him followed a group of elderly men, middle-aged women, and some young people. They all carried large and small bags, and the crowd was quite spectacular.

"Wenhao, you are so amazing! You found so much in such a short time!" Wang Yue praised Wenhao.

"It's not that I'm good, but the auntie's help. As soon as the auntie said it in the small garden, those uncles and aunties gathered together, and there are so many of them. There are more to come. I'll come back and code them first." Wen Hao did not take credit for himself.

“That’s pretty impressive too.”

Li Xiaofei happened to come back at this time, but compared with Wen Hao, Li Xiaofei looked a little pitiful. He was carrying two snakeskin bags and was alone.

"Xiao Fei! Are you being lazy?"

"No!"

"Then look at Wenhao." Wang Yue pointed at the pickup truck.

Wen Hao was seen standing alone in the back of a pickup truck. He took a bag of clothes, put them away, and then went to take another bag.

"It's really awesome! We gained a lot from this trip." More people came over with bags.

"Now I feel like I've been lazy. But I also gained something by helping my aunt find an old item."

"What's going on? What happened to you?"

"It would be funny if it was true. My aunt used the manuscript as a feather duster, and I rescued it. Am I amazing?"

"It's amazing, is it true?"

"I have a very strong feeling that it is."

"Okay, we're not even half a tank of water, so let's just discuss whether it's true or not. We can discuss whether it looks good or not."

"It's really funny. Let's wait for Mr. Jiang's call and hear what the expert has to say."

After all the clothes were put away, Song Ji Yang asked Li Xiaofei and Wen Hao to go to the sister's house to pick up the clothes.

Wang Yue also wanted to go, but was caught by Song Ji Yang after taking just two steps.

"What? You can just guard here by yourself, I can go and help carry some things." Wang Yue was puzzled.

"They can just go. Can you lift something weighing fifty or sixty kilograms? Besides, Mr. Jiang will be here soon." Song Ji Yang said.

"Ah! Mr. Jiang is coming over. Could it be that the thing just now was real?" Li Xiaofei really guessed it right.

"It seems that there is more to it than that. He thinks he might know an old professor who has passed away." Song Jiyang explained.

(End of this chapter)