Chapter 1944 is about to be filled
Chu Heng was very punctual, and he arrived at the scrapyard just after eleven o'clock.
“Thud, tug, tug!”
The big truck spewed black smoke and drove straight in from the path behind the crushing yard, and soon arrived at the center area.
At this time, Du San was already waiting at the edge of the icehouse with twenty or thirty men.
"Quick, quick, quick!"
After the car stopped in front of them, following his order, a group of strong men didn't even bother to say hello, and immediately swarmed up, starting from Pieces of frozen beef and mutton were unloaded from the car and rushed to the icehouse. The unloading speed was very fast.
Chu Heng didn’t get out of the car when he saw this. He sat in the car, lit a cigarette, and chatted with Du San for a while. After he had finished smoking half a cigarette, a whole load of goods was unloaded. Went down.
"Unloading is finished, Master Chu!"
"You guys have a rest first, I will bring another cart over in half an hour." After Chu Heng told Du San, he Driving out of the scrapyard.
Then in order to cover up others' eyes, he drove the car to a small forest about ten minutes away from the scrapyard and hid for a while. When the time was almost up, he loaded up a truck of goods and returned. After unloading the goods, he continued in this way. .
In this way, he was dragged to the pigeon market one after another, that is, at three o'clock, he gave up.
In the past few hours, he had pulled in a total of nine carts of goods, five of which were beef and mutton, and the other four were rice, flour, grain, oil, brown sugar, white sugar, watches and other groceries.
The warehouses of Du San and Wan Xiaotian were suddenly full, and they could last at least until the end of the year. It also made the two of them, who had been looking at the empty warehouse with sad faces during this period, relieved.
But it also made Chu Heng very tired. The steering wheel of his truck had no power, so it was really tiring to drive. After running several cars, his tired arms could hardly be lifted.
"Is this strength enough? Master Chu."
In the cultural relics store, Du San and Wan Xiaotian were pinching Chu Heng's shoulders and rubbing his arms.
In front of him, the fire in the briquette stove was burning brightly. There was a large pot sitting on it, with a pot of beef and potatoes stewed in it.
“Very good!”
Chu Heng squinted his eyes and enjoyed the service of these two people who were among the best in the circle of stubborn masters in Forty-Nine City, and casually followed Zhang Yiyan and Yan Muze who were sitting aside. People asked: "Master Zhang, Master Yan, how will the harvest be if I'm not here?"
"It's pretty good." Zhang took a sip of tea, smashed his mouth, and reported like a treasure: "In the past three months, the store has collected a total of 4,612 antiques, including the following: There are five hundred and thirty-six pieces that are considered high quality, including large and small gold bars. There are four hundred and thirty-four taels in total, and there are more than 200 pieces of various kinds of jewelry. I have recorded the details in the account book. I will give them to you when I go back later. "
"That's a lot? Not bad. "Chu Heng raised his eyebrows, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
Yan Muze stroked his beard with a smile and said: "There are a lot of good things in this batch of things. Among the calligraphy and painting alone, there is a copybook by Huang Tingjian and a landscape painting by Zhao Mengfu. In addition, there is a Yongle sweet White glazed plum vase, pure gold from the Zhenguan year of the Tang Dynasty..."
"Stop, stop, stop talking. Besides, I don't even have the heart to eat." Chu Heng sat up with his eyes shining, feeling scratchy, so he looked at the fragrant big iron pot and said, Zou Guo, who was holding the spoon on the side, asked: "When will your dish be ready?"
"A quarter of an hour." Zou Guo said with a smile.
"A quarter of an hour..." Chu Heng stood up immediately, took a look at Zhang and Yan Muze and walked out: "Let's take a look first."
"No, what are you in a hurry for? Come on, things can’t escape there, this dish will be ready soon, let’s watch it after dinner.” Zhang Yi couldn’t tell whether to laugh or cry.
"No, I can't wait any longer. If I want to blame you, blame Mr. Yan, who asked him to talk to me." "Okay, shouldn't I say co-authorship?"
“You really shouldn’t have said that, don’t you know what my temper is like? How can I have the energy to eat after talking to me about it?”
"Haha."
While joking, the three of them came outside the warehouse where the antiques were stored. After removing a few pieces of rotten wood blocking the door, Zhang took out the key and opened the lock, then walked in first. Turned on the lights in the warehouse.
Under the dim light, rows of wooden shelves were almost filled with antiques from different dynasties. When you were among them, a strong breath of time came to your face, as if it was rippling. Generally in the long history.
“Okay, okay!”
Chu Heng looked at the objects in the warehouse obsessively, grinning from the corners of his mouth to his ears.
"Master Chu, look at this." Yan Muze handed over a sweet white porcelain bottle.
"Slow down, slow down."
Chu Heng quickly took it carefully and walked under the light to look at it carefully, exclaiming in surprise: "Beautiful, so damn beautiful! This enamel , the most rare thing about this film is the shape of the device, I This is the first time I have seen such a big one, tsk tsk!”
He didn’t move his eyes away after seeing it, and stood there for ten minutes until Du San came over and asked them to eat. Then he reluctantly put down his things and came out of the warehouse.
On the way back to the recycling store, Zhang glanced at him and said: "Mr. Chu, you saw the situation in the warehouse just now. There is almost no space left. You have to think of a solution quickly, otherwise we will wait for a while. After collecting the things, we won’t have anywhere to put them.”
"Okay, I get it. I'll think of a solution later." After hearing this, Chu Heng frowned and nodded, wondering where these things were going.
"I have an idea." Yan Muze said after seeing this.
"Huh?" Chu Heng immediately looked over: "What can we do?"
Yan Muze puffed on his cigarette and said with a smile: "Not long after you left, an order came from above, and the whole city started to We haven't stopped digging air-raid shelters in preparation for the war. I think we might as well take this opportunity to get a few houses in the suburbs. What do you think of building an underground storage room in the name of digging an air-raid shelter?”
“That’s a good idea.” Chu Heng’s eyes lit up after hearing this, and he began to think about it carefully. The more he thought about it, the more feasible it became. , so he told Du San: "I'll leave this matter to you, is it okay?"
"No problem." Du San agreed immediately.
“Remember to build a few more, the opportunity is rare.” Zhang glanced and reminded.
“How many should we build, Mr. Chu?” Du San looked at Chu Heng.
Chu Heng pondered for a moment and said: "You first find a land, and then find someone to plan the size, and then study how many to build."
"Sure." Du San nodded. .
As they were talking, several people arrived outside the recycling store. Suddenly, a strong smell of meat hit their nostrils. Chu Heng, who was already hungry after working hard for most of the night, rushed into the room and shouted: "Hurry up, give me a pair." The chopsticks smell so good.”
“Here you go, Mr. Chu.” Wan Xiaotian handed over a pair of chopsticks.
He was not polite, took the chopsticks and went to the briquette stove, ordered another steamed bun, took it in his hand, picked up the chopsticks and started eating.