The winter sun just climbed up from the horizon, and a black Audi sedan drove from the south and gradually approached the south entrance of Lujia Village. A distance between Song Na, who was driving, saw that various trucks and tricycles entered and exited on Laoji Street in Lujia Village, which was not ordinary busy.

Today is December 2, 2001, the 18th day of the lunar calendar, and it is advisable to move around.

Song Na came here early in the morning and wanted to help Lu Dong move.

Maybe it was a good time. There were a lot of people in Lujia Village who chose to move to their new home today. Seeing that the old village was not wide, people came and drove to the village. Song Na did not drive into the village. She came to the entrance of the village and turned west. She entered a large parking space specially reserved for the reopening Lujia Village Daji in the south. She stopped the car and walked into the village.

As soon as I left the empty room, someone greeted me: "Xiao Song is here."

Song Na responded familiarly: "Grandpa Zhenjia started moving so early?"

Lu Zhenjia stopped the tricycle being pedaled and said with a smile: "The house has been prepared long ago. It is colder as the sky sees it. There is centralized heating there. Move it over and enjoy it early."

Song Na went to Xincun to see it and knew that Lujia Village built its own boiler room, and the new village was equipped with centralized heating. She said, "It's comfortable to live with centralized heating."

Lu Zhenjia was so happy that he couldn't stop talking and pointed north: "When I came over, I saw Dongzi packing up his things. You can go there quickly."

"Good come." Song Na entered the village.

Because I often come, Lu Dong is not ordinary in Lujia Village. There are many people who know Song Na, and there are a lot of people on the way today. Song Na keeps saying hello and calls people. When they meet someone close to Lu Dong’s family, they have to say a few more words.

This girl has already practiced her life in a few years. Some people may have spoken sour words in private, but no one thinks she has nothing to do with Lu Dong.

In the eyes of many people in Lujia Village, this is Lu Dong's wife.

Turning to the old street, the old street where two cars could be driven in both directions suddenly became very crowded, and many cars with buckets were parked in front of their houses.

Fortunately, it has not rained or snowed recently. Apart from the drainage ditch in the middle of the road, the old street is not muddy.

When moving in rural areas, people pay attention to looking at the days first. There are very limited people watching the days near Lujia Village, so the days when moving are inevitably concentrated.

When she arrived in front of Lu Dong's house, Song Na could hear the sound of packing things inside and hurried into the door.

Hu Chunlan was moving a big box from the house, and Song Na quickly put down her bag and went to help.

The two of them carried the boxes and placed them on the side of the gate aisle.

Hu Chunlan looked at Song Na in sportswear and asked, "Have you eaten breakfast?"

Song Na hurriedly said, "I've eaten it, I've finished it." She looked at the big box: "Aunt, where is Lu Dong? I asked him to do the work of moving things."

Hu Chunlan smiled: "I moved away and made a place for him, and he carried a ladder to pick things in the house."

When the two families came here, they didn't say anything openly. In fact, they had already decided in their hearts and were not so polite. Song Na said directly: "Aunt, just rest, I will do my best to work hard with Lu Dong."

"You can help Dongzi down the ladder in your house and pick up things."

The day I watched was today, but today I mainly moved over and the things were packed up these days. Hu Chunlan said, "I'll go to your uncle's side to see it. He started early and probably it's almost done. I'll ride the tow motorcycle over."

When Song Na entered the main hall, she saw Lu Dong stepping on a wooden ladder and picking calligraphy and paintings on the wall. There were several box-made boxes piled up in the middle, and asked, "What can I do?"

Lu Dong signaled with his eyes: "Move these into the gate and aisle."

Song Na has been training for a long time and has the strength to pick up two boxes and leave. After a few trips, she moved everything out.

When I returned to the main hall, I saw Lu Dong still picking the characters. He carefully took a broken saw blade and started a pushpin, for fear of breaking the characters.

He took out the last two thumbtips, Lu Dong took down the calligraphy and paintings, and handed them to Song Na: "Put it on the square table first, it's a bit old, don't use a lot of effort."

Song Na knew that this was the word left by Grandpa Lu Dong, so she carefully placed it flat on the Eight Immortals table.

"When I was hanging it, I tried to save trouble, so I just installed it casually, without even a scroll." Lu Dong moved the ladder to change the place: "I never moved this picture with a pin on it."

Song Na said: "It seems that it can be reframed."

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Lu Dong continued to go up the ladder: "Grandpa II is proficient in this, I will go find Gradpa II to do it another day."

The next letter is with a scroll, hang it on the nail, just take it off.

Lu Dong picked it off and took it in his hand to see.

Song Na remembered Lu Dong mentioned it and said, "Is this the word you made your first pot of gold?"

Lu Dong couldn't help laughing: "Yes, I thought about it, I was also cheating..."

At that time, I really tried my best to make a few thousand dollars.

"It was difficult for the past few years, so no ordinary family could have a good life." Song Na stepped forward and took a look. She didn't know how to appreciate words, but the words were good words: "I remember back then, when I was so angry that I was like a tiger..."

Lu Dong got down the ladder, came to the square table, rolled up the words on it gently, and said, "In the past two years, it has generally been much better."

The current stable and prosperous life is hard-won. Although there are flaws in the development process, the general direction is positive and the overall environment is stable.

Looking back on the 1990s, when productivity was not high and disasters occurred frequently, the whole country kept a low profile, clearing obstacles for the country's prosperity and laying a solid foundation.

A few paintings were rolled up, and they were tied up with rubber bands, and they were sent into a large tote bag.

Lu Dong went to collect two large celadon vases on the case. Although they were imitated by antiques, they were bought by my grandfather back then, so it was impossible for him to give up.

Song Na hurriedly ran to Lu Dong's house and found two thick rags.

Unlike the previous time, the large cabinet in Lu Dong's house was open, and all the clothes inside were empty. There were only a few long wooden boards left in the bed, revealing the two broken benches supported below. It was probably too long, and the wood in some places tended to turn into debris.

Maybe I was too anxious to pack up, so the poster of Brother Zhuzi on the bedside accidentally tear apart a corner and half drooped.

"Black egg!"

Lu Dong's shout came from the main hall. Song Na quickly took the rag and wrapped two celadon vases with Lu Dong.

Lu Dong took the tape and pulled the tape off: "This is also what my grandfather left behind."

Song Na smiled: "At first glance, it's really like an antique."

Lu Dong also laughed. This batch of antique porcelain was brought by Cheng Lifeng's younger brother. He was hit by speculation and finally left his hometown.

By the way, Uncle Qi said last time that he seemed to have seen that person on Qushuiting Street, Quannan.

Maybe it's back?

Song Na asked, “How to make the Eight Immortals Table and Furniture?”

Lu Dong glanced at the purple-black table and big chairs and said, "The things were handed down by my grandfather. I don't know which generation of people bought them. They can't be sold to those who collect rags. Next year, they will be renovated here, and they can't be left here. Take them back and find a place to put them on."

Song Na walked over, sat on a big chair and touched the tabletop of the Eight Immortals, and asked, "It's not Zitan's, right?"

"No." Lu Dong shook his head: "I have looked for someone. It's not Rosewood. That person can't say what specific wood is made of."

He pointed to a purple-black ruler above the desk: "The same material as this one, the wood has a large proportion of gravity, and it is thrown into the water to sink the bottom. Some people say that the jujube wood core is."

Song Na picked up the ruler, pressed her hands heavily, and said, "It is passed down by the old generation, so keep it."

Hu Chunlan came in from outside and looked at the wall. Except for the Eight Immortals Table, Lu Dong took down everything else.

"Dongzi, I rode over the car and stopped at the door." Hu Chunlan looked at the photo frame: "You send it here first."

Song Na responded, "I'll go too."

The two of them carried the things and went out, putting boxes in the yard and the gate aisle one after another on a tow truck hanging on a motorcycle. Even if all the furniture and appliances were replaced, there were still many things to be moved, and they couldn't pull them in one trip.

The family is worth a lot of money. Only when you move can you find out how scary the money you have accumulated over the years.

Even if you throw and sell rags, what you want to move in the end is still like a hill.

The boxes and bags were raised in the car. Lu Dong tied them tightly with a rope, kicked them a few times and asked Song Na to sit behind and drive to the new village.

The sun had already climbed up high, and there were a lot of people and cars moving on the road. At the intersection of the Nantou of Old Street, two ragged tow trucks were blocking the road.

The two people who collected junk were standing by their respective fronts, and their voices were quite loud, and they seemed to be in a tendency to take action.

The whole village of Lujia Village moved to a new home, which was not only a grand event for the people of Lujia Village, but also a feast for collecting junks. Everyone who collected junks nearby came over.

Even those who collect antiques come here.

Needless to say, the people who collect the rags cannot move the houses in Lujia Village and the villagers will not move them, but all kinds of abandoned home appliances, solid wood furniture, etc. have very high profits.

Who doesn’t know that the people in Lujia Village are rich. Many people have never decorated their houses or changed furniture and appliances. They plan to replace the full set when relocating.

What's more, if you receive an old thing, you can fool people by selling it to the Hero Mountain market, not to mention anything else.

All the existing genealogy in Lujia Village can be traced to the early Ming Dynasty. It is considered to be inherited in an orderly manner. It was prosperous at a certain period, so it may be possible that anyone will have good things in their homes.

Rending couldn't walk here, so Lu Dong came over and got out of the car and shouted: "It doesn't matter if you argue, get out of the way first."

Someone came over from behind. In the village of Lujia Village, the person who collected the rags saw that it was from Lujia Village. They each endured their own breath, and one went straight to the west and the other turned to the east.

At the intersection, Lu Dong got into the car and took Song Na to Xincun.

The entire Lujia Village is busy and messy. There are too many overlaps in the days, so I am afraid that hundreds of households will choose to move on October 18th.

When I arrived on Ji Street, I found that the brigade was also like that. A group of young people moved various information to the small truck and prepared to take it to the Xincun.
Chapter completed!