Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

After a busy week, I finally finished sorting out the preparations for the auction house and sent them to Chen Qi via email.

Of course, it's a real email, not an email, so it will take at least two weeks to get a reply.

Now that all aspects of work have been arranged, Lin Ran is free.

As a boss, Lin Ran is not willing to sit idle.

When you are reborn, in addition to your career and family relationships, your personal social circle must also be expanded.

He decided to go to Xiping Village again to see Lu Yingjie and the old man from before.

In his impression, Xiping Village was a resort for imperial officials of the Qing Dynasty and produced a large number of rare treasures, so he decided to get there first.

Early the next morning, Lin Ran drove to Xiping Village.

When I came to Xiping Village again, the gambler's house had been bulldozed and seemed to be turned into a road.

The graves of their father and son were on the top of a hill not far away. Seeing these two graves, Lin Ran felt a little disappointed.

Gambling is very harmful to people. If that kid hadn't fallen into the vicious cycle of gambling and loan sharking, they would have received demolition compensation by now, lived a comfortable life, and even enjoyed family happiness.

Nowadays, a family of three can only be buried in different places. Because his mother is an outsider, she is not allowed to be buried on the mountain in the village and can only be buried in Shanyin.

Their family has no descendants. In the future, the graves will naturally disappear and no one will remember them.

Sadly, there is no if in this world.

Lin Ran let out a long sigh and thought to himself that he was not a savior and could not help everyone. He would try his best to help the villagers of Xialin Village live a happy life.

In stark contrast to Lin Ran's sad mood, a villager just walked out of his house and wanted to see the road construction in front of his house. When he saw Lin Ran, a stranger standing on the roadside, he couldn't help but suspect that he was a thief. He came up and said, "It's illegal to steal steel and concrete." Yes, it’s a good time not to commit crimes.”

Lin Ran suddenly turned around and saw a white-haired old man walking out of the house of the enthusiastic peasant woman.

He still remembered that the peasant woman was kind-hearted and told Lin Ran a lot about the gambling ghost family.

He smiled slightly: "I'm just a friend of his family. I came to see them."

At this time, the peasant woman heard the conversation outside and walked out of the house.

Unexpectedly, his memory was very good and he recognized Lin Ran immediately.

"Rag collector, I haven't seen you for a long time." She said with a smile, "It's a pity that you came a little late. Liu Ziqiang's family still has some bottles and cans sealed in the attic. I think they should be quite valuable."

Originally I just wanted to visit an old friend, but I didn't expect that I would get something unexpected.

After learning the news, Lin Ran walked to the door of the woman's house and asked, "Madam, where is that thing now?"

"Do you want to buy it?" The peasant woman glanced at the old man next to her, "Do you know who bought it?"

"It seems that Zhang Laizi from Dongzhang Village bought it." The old man replied.

Dongzhang Village is the opposite village to Xiping Village. Lin Ran expressed his gratitude and planned to drive there to have a look.

If he hadn't known that many rare treasures would appear in Xiping Village over the years, he might have just smiled and ignored them.

But now, he felt that there must be valuable cultural relics in that batch of rags.

Perhaps, this was the secret reward he gave Liu Ziqiang for helping him build his and his father's graves.

After bidding farewell to the peasant woman and her family, Lin Ran drove to Dongzhang Village.

It used to take at least two hours to get there by riding a tricycle, but now it only took him half an hour to reach the entrance of Dongzhang Village.

Unlike Xiping Village, Dongzhang Village has embarked on the fast train of development after the reform and opening up. Now every household has a small bungalow, which looks a bit grand.

In the village, many factories were built, giving every household a job, and the number of people farming was reduced.

From a distance, you can see billowing black smoke coming from the chimneys of their village, obviously processing is going on.

In almost every village, a group of old women can be seen chewing their tongues at the entrance of the village.

As soon as Lin Ran stopped the car, they also stopped chatting and stared at Lin Ran.

He was used to it, so he walked up to them and asked: "Auntie, hello, where does Zhang Laizi from your village live?"

Oddly enough, there are people in every village who have difficulty walking, and they are all called by their surname plus lame, which is not meant to look down upon.

The aunts showed great enthusiasm and stood up to give him directions.

Because looking at Lin Ran driving here, he didn't look like a thief.

After Lin Ran expressed his gratitude, he walked to Zhang Zizi's house.

Compared with the roads in the industrial zone, the road in front of Zhang Zizi's house is very muddy. It can be seen that the conditions of his house are relatively poor after all.

After walking for a few minutes, Lin Ran finally arrived at Zhang Zizi's home.

Because his home is so unique, it looks like a place where rag collectors live. A low stone wall surrounds the yard. There are all kinds of rags, wheels, bottles and cans piled inside, but they all look dirty. .

"Hello, is anyone here?" Lin Ran saw that the door to his house was open, but no one was at the door. Out of courtesy, he called at the door of the yard.

After a while, a figure came out of the darkness. His body was very uncoordinated. He supported one of his feet with his hands, and then limped out.

This is the sequelae of polio. Today's medical conditions are poor, and patients usually do not receive good care, and eventually end up with lifelong disabilities.

Lin Ran was full of sympathy for this kind of people. Even though he was in such poor health, he still pulled his cart around to collect junk every day to make a living. He was considered a strong man in life.

"Who are you looking for?" Zhang Laizi asked. This was the first time he met Lin Ran. He was not from the village. Could it be that he was here to buy his house and build a factory?

Lin Ran said: "Hello, I am a rag collector. I heard that you have a lot of rags here and I want to buy some."

Due to his limited knowledge, Zhang Laizi did not know that there was a kind of person who specially picked out the rags he collected and then sold them in Panjiayuan and other flea markets.

But he also knows that some people just buy junk, just new faces.

He opened the fence door, let Lin Ran walk into the yard, and then said, "Wait for me here. I did collect some things you might like."

It seems that there is a lot of dealing with middlemen.

Lin Ran stood in the yard and smelled a foul smell.

It's not just the rags in his yard. There is a small river not far from his house, which is covered with black foam. A gust of wind blows over, and you can smell a fishy smell.

"This kind of factory would definitely not have passed the acceptance test in our time." Lin Ran looked up along the river. It was obviously a chemical factory.

The villagers have become rich, but at the cost of the village's environment getting worse and worse. Anyway, in ten years, this place will be an industrial zone, and Dongzhang Village will no longer exist.