Song Wen put the obtained stone drum of the beast heads on the small truck, and then went to see what he said about the stone mill with Song Hu and Huang Yisheng.

After a while, the three of them came to a square not far from the old house. The square was covered with cement, and a large stone mill stood alone in the middle.

According to Huang Yisheng, it turned out that this place was where the village ground noodles, rice paste, beans, and things were dried. However, now everyone needs these things to buy in the market, so no one uses this big stone mill. He felt that it was annoying to put it here, so he wanted to smash it and use the land. But the stone mill was something passed down by our ancestors after all. If it was smashed, he was a little reluctant to let it go. He threw it aside and felt it was inconsistent, so he felt that it was a little contradictory. So when he saw that Song Wen liked this thing, he had the idea of ​​giving it to him.

The turntable above the big stone mill is a size of a pair of people holding each other, with a diameter of about one meter, and the flowing tank below is even larger, about one meter eight; there is also a cylindrical stone pier with a diameter of about one meter and a height of about eighty centimeters. The whole stone mill looks extremely huge, unless it is animal power, it takes at least three or four big men to push it. No wonder no one uses it. Now there is a machine that has such a fool.

Perhaps it was useless for too long, grass grew under the stone mill, and a little green moss was attached to the bottom of the stone mill.

"Uncle, who would want such a big stone mill? You'd better smash it so that you won't be too annoying." Song Hu kindly suggested to his uncle when he saw the big stone mill.

"I really don't know the goods." Huang Yisheng looked at his nephew with contempt and said, "Aren't you looking for a baby all the time? This is a baby, this is an old thing passed down from my grandfather's grandfather's generation. It's so antique that it can't be antique anymore. If someone wants it, it's worth the money of the old nose."

Many grandpas? Song Wenxin said.

"Uncle, I am an elite in the collection industry. Don't bully me without knowledge, okay? The bones in the graves are also old things, why no one wants them? There are three or nine types of antiques." Song Hu looked at Huang Yisheng and looked like he didn't think I was a fool.

When Song Hu heard that he was an elite in the collection industry, Song Wen wanted to laugh. If someone knew that there was such an elite who collected broken bricks and rotten tiles, those elites would probably jump off the building.

"I can't tell you this bastard." Huang Yisheng glared at Song Hu angrily, then asked Song Wen: "Awen. What do you think of this thing? Do you like it?"

"I like it, but I like it, but it's so big, it's hard to move!"

Song Wen looked at the huge stone mill in front of him and touched his chin and became embarrassed. He liked this thing. But it was too big and difficult to carry.

"Why is it hard to move? Just ask a few more people to carry. You can wait, I'll call someone." As he said that, Huang Yisheng left in a hurry. He finally could sell this useless thing, so he couldn't help but be unfavorable.

Song Wen was stunned when he saw this. He hadn't even agreed to ask for this stone mill yet. Why did he run so fast?

"Awen, you really want this stone mill. Why do you take such a big thing back?" Song Hu asked.

"Take it back and put it by the lake, and then I can use it to grind soy milk to drink." He really likes these old things. He feels that these things have a rural atmosphere there, which is very friendly. As for grinding soy milk, it is pure nonsense.

"I think you're full and full and have nothing to do."

After a while, Huang Yisheng asked someone to help.

When Song Hu saw that Song Wen was determined to ask for the big stone mill, he had no choice but to cooperate with him to drive the car. Then, a group of people tied the stone tray with ropes and carried the things on the stone mill into the car one by one. After carrying the cylindrical stone pier at the bottom, the sharp-eyed Song Wen found that there were actually a layer of copper coins under the stone pier, which were dozens of them, but most of them were already rusted. He picked up some copper coins with good quality.

"Hey, it's a copper coin, it seems to be an old thing." Song Hu looked around and said.

"Maybe it's an antique." Huang Yisheng knew that this nephew's old habit of seeing antiques was always the same, so he joked.

Maybe it's really an antique, Song Wenxin said.

In ancient times, people liked to place copper coins at the foot of the wall, under the stone pillars, and under the threshold, which had the meaning of "burying gold and silver, letting descendants produce adults (in southern Fujian language)." To this day, when people in southern Fujian built houses, they still buried coins and copper coins on their own thresholds. This is the meaning.

Song Wen picked up the corner of his clothes and wiped off the stains on the copper coins, then picked them up and looked at them, and found that the copper coins were engraved with words such as Zhizheng Tongbao and Hongwu Tongbao. I remember that Hongwu was the year name of Zhu Yuanzhang of the Ming Dynasty, so he didn't know about Zhizheng.

"It should be an old thing. I'll take it back and check it. Maybe it can be sold for a few dollars." As he said that, Song Wen shamelessly put the copper coins into his pocket. Huang Yisheng didn't say anything, and he didn't even see the copper coins.

"It's useless. I have Yuan Datou from the Republic of China. I thought I could sell it for some money, but when I asked my son to check it online, I found that one was only fifty yuan, and the cheapest one was only thirty yuan, which was cheaper than soil. It would be better to use it as a bracelet." A big man next to me who helped carry the stone mill and said after hearing this.

"It's worthless. In the past, some people who dug tombs and dug copper coins on the ground, and they were everywhere, and no one picked them up."

"What are you doing to pick up those, it's bad luck."

In the early 1980s, perhaps because of being too poor, the phenomenon of tomb robbers in the countryside was very rampant. Almost every tomb was taken care of. After digging the tomb robbers, they looked at copper coins and other things, only looking at gold, silver and porcelain, and didn't even see the others. So much so that a tomb was stolen, and there were scattered copper coins outside. Song Wen had encountered this kind of thing many times when he went to school and passed by wild mountains and rivers. He picked up a few copper coins to play with, but later he felt bad luck and threw it away.

Song Hu was so happy that he was ignorant when he heard that Yuan Datou was in his family. He had never really seen Yuan Datou, and only saw it online. So he begged the man to sell him a few. The man was so happy that he helped lift the stone pier and took him and Song Wen back and sold him a few to him, each of which only cost fifty yuan.

After buying the things, Song Hu's uncle enthusiastically invited the two of them to make tea, and then used stone-milled wood accessories to Song Wen. Those accessories were made of mountain scattered wood, which was extremely hard. After a long time, there was no trace of decay or cracking.

After drinking for a while, the two of them said goodbye to Huang Yisheng. Perhaps because of the reason why they bought the good things, Song Hu was so happy that he even jumped in the car, which scared Song Wen so much that he grabbed the handrail next to him.

When they returned to Songjiabao, the two of them first stored the mountain goods in Song Wen's undecorated house, and then carried the stone drum and the stone mill to the mountain.

When he arrived on the mountain, Song Wen carried the stone pier down and placed it at the door. He could be used as a chair in the future. When he turned around, he felt embarrassed when he saw the big stone mill on the car. This thing was not easy to do. In the end, he had to call a crane to lift it and install the stone mill next to the yard.

It was already noon after putting the stone mill, and Song Hu simply had a meal at Song Wen's house before going back.

There was nothing wrong in the afternoon, so Song Wen and Xiao Jun were together. The infatuated man and woman were like oil mixing in honey, or like thunder in the sky that ignite the earth’s fire. How could Ruyi be explained clearly?
Chapter completed!