"Wintersweet wintersweet."

Nan Yi walked into the yard of the slum and shouted into the room.

Hearing the shouts, a young man opened the door and came out of the room, followed by Li Lamei with a big belly.

"Nan Yi, you are here."

When Li Lamei saw Nan Yi, she smiled on her face.

Looking at Li Lamei's big belly, Nan Yi was a little stimulated. During this period, everyone he saw was big belly everywhere he went, and he wanted to give birth.

"You are at home, I thought you were not here. The neighborhood committee and the family planning office didn't come to see you?"

"It's okay, Wang Ge's household registration is closed from my relatives in his hometown."

"oh."

Nanyi understands it. It is easy to register a household registration at this time. You can register a household registration with a relative by running around. Of course, it must be that the countryside is against the countryside, the city is against the city, and it is not that easy to hang it in the countryside.

"Wang Ge, go and pour tea for uncle." Li Lamei said to her eldest son standing next to her.

"Farewell, the child is still young, I can do it myself."

"It's okay, Wang Ge can do it."

When Wang Ge heard the order, he walked into the room happily. When he turned around, Nan Yi saw that there were big patches on his back and the blouses on his back.

Holding Li Lamei on a chair, Nan Yi sat opposite her.

"Why is Wang Ge still wearing dirty clothes and not making up his money?"

"Wang Ge is too skinny, climbing up and down every day. It takes him two days to wear good clothes torn. At first, Lao Wang often bought him clothes, but later he stopped buying them. He only had one set for half a month.

How can I eat so badly?"

"Yes, boys are a little bit naughty." Nan Yi agreed and took out the proof of holdings, "I built an industry in Xiangwu and gave Ruoyu 0.5% of the shares. There were not many shares at the beginning.

It doesn’t matter much, it’s only tens of thousands of yuan a year.

However, this share will be valuable in the future. The little girl is still young and needs to be kept by her parents.

You are her mother, and this share is in your hands, and the dividends will be distributed to you every year. You can help Ruoyan first and hand them over to her when she becomes an eighteen-year-old."

"This...this isn't this suitable?" Li Lamei was a little panicked.

"There is nothing wrong, just keep it."

"Then, I'll keep it."

Li Lamei glanced at the stockholding certificate, and she knew most of the words on it. Nan Yi was very considerate, and the words on this certificate were all simplified.

"I wasn't here when you gave birth to Wang Ge. Have you given birth to this little girl again... Has the name been decided?"

"It's settled. Old Wang said he would still be a kid and called Wang Bi."

This Wang Taozhang is quite good at naming, one is Wang Ge, one is Wang Bi, one is Wen, one is Wu, one is civil servant, one is Taipu Shaoqing, and one is military general who was named Dingyuan Hou.

But, Wang Ge, Wang Bi... Wang Ge, isn’t this the next door to Wang? What is Wang Pulang’s intention?

"Oh, do you have a big girl in your yard?"

"No, either a half-girl or a few forties, there are no big girls, why do you suddenly ask this?"

"It's okay, I just ask casually." Nan Yi waved his hand and said, "If you give birth again, I'm probably not here. I'll give you a red envelope in advance."

As he said that, Nan Yi took out a red envelope prepared in advance.

Seeing that the red envelope was very thick, Li Lamei raised her hand to block it, "Your red envelope is too big, I dare not ask for it."

"Lanmei, just take it, don't be polite to me." Nan Yi forced himself into Li Lamei's hand, and then took out two red envelopes, "These two are Ruoyan, one of the two younger brothers."

Li Lamei took the red envelope and muttered, "This girl, this girl..."

No matter how precocious Nan Ruoyan is, he would not know that he should give her two younger brothers a red envelope. This is still Nan Yi's handwriting, and it will be available every year in the future, and the red envelopes will grow year by year.

Nan Yi talked to Li Lamei in the yard for a while. As the meal time approached, Wang Pulang also came back with a tricycle.

"Nan Yi is here, why didn't you say hello earlier? I'd better bring some food back."

Wang Pulang was very enthusiastic about Nan Yi, but Nan Yi's eyes were attracted by a broken motorcycle on Wang Pulang's tricycle. He stood up and nodded at Wang Pulang, then rushed to the tricycle and surrounded the motorcycle on it.

Look hard.

"Brother Wang, where did you get this motorcycle?"

"The vendor in Dongjiaomin Lane is not a tool at all. I have been quarreling with me for a long time and spent two dollars."

"For two dollars, you can pick it up. This is at least an antique from seventy years ago. It's a pity, it's not well maintained, it's almost rotten."

"Is it an object?"

"If it's not bad, it's considered an object, now..." Nan Yi shook his head, "Even if he goes out, it's only worth a few hundred yuan, and the shipping fee is enough."

"Nan Yi, if you have a good quality, how much is it worth?" Wang Poulang asked.

"Let me tell you, this motorcycle should be the 1913 Eagle Kingdom Triumph. I guess it was brought by a foreigner back then. If you meet a good look, keep it and get a new motorcycle;

If I can still ride, I will make it for you, at least I can exchange for a half-suite."

"So valuable?" Wang Polang exclaimed.

"There are not many things left in the world, and rich foreigners want them."

"Then this one?"

"Forget this one, it's terrible. You can unload it later. I'll see what parts can be used. You can put them first. If you encounter them again, you have the chance to make a car that can be ridden.

You make a profit.”

"Oh, I'll take it off now."

Wang Pulang unloaded the motorcycle. Nan Yi asked Wang Pulang to take a kickstick and brought a little vegetable oil over. Ping bell pong, and he unloaded the motorcycle eight pieces.

"There is a possibility of repairing the engine. Buy some butter and put it in place. The rest are all scrapped, so sell scrap iron."

"Okay."

"Have you received old items in the past two years?"

"I have encountered many porcelain and jade. There are many old people in Sijiu City. They know antiques and it is difficult to pick up bargains from them. In the outer city, they used to be miserable. There were no valuable items at home. If you want to pick up bargains, just try to pick up bargains if you want to pick up bargains.

Harder.

The books you receive are books, and you can receive any paintings that are in the Ming and Qing dynasties. Sometimes you can receive some paintings, but most of them are "The Picture of the Cold Plum in the Nine and Nine" and are worthless things."

If you collect rags, especially in cities like Beijing, if you say that they have no awareness of antiques, they are just fooling themselves.

So, when Nan Yi just came over, he never thought about cutting antiques at the scrap purchasing station. Are you smart and you think others are fools?

Whether it is a scrap purchase station or a rag, I just asked around and asked. Many of them were used as partners in Panjiayuan and Liulifang before liberation, and some were also used as shopkeepers. Haha, it was a dream to try to pick up bargains from them.

Although Wang Pulang is not from an antique business, he also has some research on antiques. He is also a member of the country's things, what is valuable and what is not valuable.

Although his eyesight may be a little weak, as long as he suspects that an object is an antique, that is enough, and he will not be able to let it go easily.

"Didn't you take action?"

"No, it can't be sold outside. One copy is only sold for a few cents in a few cents. Now the market for porcelain is better."

"Porcelain, you can keep it yourself, and I will let you check it out another day. If you have the eye, I will take it away at a high price."

"It's OK, just send someone, don't have to pay a lot of money, just be sure to get along."

Wang Pulan said beautifully, but two golden copper plates appeared in his eyes.

People, beautiful words are usually not happy with their hands.

What is Wang Pulang? Nan Yi knew the other way, otherwise he wouldn't have done so many arrangements.

After being pulled by Wang Polang for a drink, Nan Yi left the slum.

I found a bun shop and bought eight dim sums.

Although the Beijing Bazi at this time was not worthy of its name, Mr. Hou Baolin had a crosstalk to satirize the snacks in the capital.

It was said that the car pressed the peach pastry into the asphalt road and pried it with a stick. However, the stick was broken without prying it. Finally, a store salesperson came and pried out the peach pastry with the glutinous rice noodles in his store.

But no matter what, Jing Bazi's face is still there, and you can still see people when you take it out.

He took a taxi and stopped at the door of the Second Vehicle Family Courtyard. Nan Yi asked the school beauty to wait outside, and he walked in with his own snacks.

I wanted to hang things on the door handle as before, and stuff money into the crack of the door and leave, but who knew that Nan Yi had just put the first big unity, and the door opened with a creaking sound, and a pair of small eyes stared at him

Look.

"Uncle, who are you looking for?"

"Ruochan, you are the only one at home?" Nan Yi frowned.

Nan Ruochan asked again: "Uncle, you haven't said who are you looking for yet."

Nan Yi took off the snacks on the door handle and handed them to Nan Ruochan, "Uncle will come to you, this is for you, and this is for your grandma. Also, don't open the door for strangers."

He handed over the money, Nan Yi touched Nan Ruochan's head and was about to leave, but there was a thunder sound, "Dirty, come back and look like a thief, are you afraid that I will eat you?"
To be continued...