Then, Old Feng came out of the cellar first.

"Zhao Jun!" When Zhao Jun was about to leave, Xing San suddenly called him. Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun said to Jie Zhong: "Brother, you go down slowly first, I will chase you out later."

"Hey!" Xie Zhong responded, then waved to Xing San: "Third uncle, wait for me to pick you up in two days."

Xing Sanyi waved his hand, and when the brothers went out, he hurriedly signaled to Zhao Jun to close the door.

"Zhao Jun, come!" Seeing that everyone was gone, Xing San hurriedly called Zhao Jun to come to his wooden shelf, pointed to the top and leftmost sack, and said to Zhao Jun: "Get it."
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"What is this?" Zhao Jun muttered, standing on tiptoes and stretching out his hands to reach for the sack. At this time, Xing San warned: "Slow down!"

This sack was not heavy, but it had not been moved on the shelf for who knows how long. Zhao Jun pulled it down and was greeted by a puff of dust.

Zhao Jun turned aside, then held the sack in both hands, carefully placed it between himself and Xing San, and then asked Xing San: "Third uncle, what are you doing?"

Xing San smiled and said: "If you open it and take a look, won't you know?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Jun unscrewed the wire tied to the mouth of the sack, opened the sack and looked inside.

Zhao Jun was stunned and frowned: "What the hell is this?"

Not getting a reply from Xing San, Zhao Jun opened the mouth of the bag, looked at it through the light coming from the plastic sheet, turned to Xing San and said, "Roe deer skin?"

Xing San smiled and waved to Zhao Jun, saying: "Take it out."

It's nothing, it's wrapped in Xing Sanshi's roe deer skin, with a hemp rope wrapped around it.

There was a rope buckle on it, so Zhao Jun stretched out his hand and took it out of the sack. Xing San hurriedly reached out and picked up the bundle wrapped by the roe deer in his arms.

The old man quickly walked to the edge of the kang and placed the bundle on the kang table.

When Zhao Jun came over, Xing San opened the roe deer skin, revealing several red cloth bags wrapped inside.

There was a square one among them, and it should be money wrapped inside.

But Xing San just picked it up and put it on the edge of the kang. At this time, there were two red cloth bags on the roe deer skin. Xing San opened one of them, and what appeared in front of Zhao Jun were two pieces of bear bile.

Xing San smiled at Zhao Jun and said: "Your uncle, I have been beating three black and blind men in my life, and one of them is fighting with you."

Hearing what Xing San said, Zhao Jun suddenly became happy. If it hadn't been a coincidence that he went there that day, I guess Xing San would have been beaten by the black blind man.

Xing San wrapped the bear bile, handed it to Zhao Jun and said, "Boy, I'll leave this to you."

"Huh?" Zhao Jun was startled, but saw Xing San lift the bear bile he was holding and said, "I still have to go to their farm, can this thing be left here?"

"That's right!" Zhao Jun reached out to take it and promised Xing San: "Then I'll keep it for you first."

Xing San didn't say anything, turned back and carefully opened another red cloth bag.

The object wrapped in this red cloth bag is much larger than the previous two. It seems to contain an object similar to a jar.

For a while, Zhao Jun was still thinking, can't this old man hide antiques in his hands?

But then I thought about it, what could this remote country have? It is said that my grandfather’s family only had two hat tubes passed down from the Qing Dynasty. I don’t think this old man would have any treasures in his hands.

But when the red cloth bag was opened, Zhao Jun squinted his eyes and saw that it was indeed a jar, and it was wrapped with plastic sheeting. There was also some white powder between the jar and the plastic sheeting.

Xing San took a pair of labor protection gloves and carefully opened the plastic sheet. His actions were more like those treasure appraisal experts Zhao Jun saw on TV in his previous life.

It’s just that his gloves are pretty good.

When Xing San opened the plastic sheet, Zhao Jun saw clearly that it was not a yellow jar, but butter paper wrapped around a jar.

At this time, Xing San opened the butter paper again, revealing a brand new jar!

Since it is brand new, it is not an antique!

Zhao Jun's family has many of these sauce-yellow jars, and they are even larger than this one.

Regardless of whether people in the city or rural areas, this is what they use to pickle pickles these days. Of course, there are also people who use vats.

Zhao Jun tilted his head and glanced at Xing San, thinking that this old man was reluctant to use the new system, and now he wanted to pass it on to him?

But Xing San took off his labor protection gloves, threw them aside, opened the lid of the jar, then slowly reached into the jar, and carefully took out a red cloth bag.

His actions once again aroused Zhao Jun's curiosity. What is hidden in this jar? It is more precious than money and bear bile.

Suddenly, Zhao Jun saw the white powder on the plastic sheet. Zhao Jun stepped forward and rubbed the starting point with his fingers, and recognized that it was made from crushed quicklime.

At this time, Zhao Jun suddenly realized that when he turned to look at Xing San, he saw Xing San smiling at him and asking: "Man, do you know what this is?"
Chapter completed!