Back door?
If she remembers correctly, this door leads to the courtyard wall.
Zhou Jiao turned her head to look at the side door, over a meter wide, then at the big front door, pondering the purpose of this door...
In an instant, she felt both eerie and strangely excited.
She thought, if nothing exciting is happening in Beijing, there must be something interesting here.
Zhou Jiao concealed her delight, looking at the pile of antique wardrobes, wooden boxes, stripped-down screens, and other miscellaneous items, she paused for a moment before decisively collecting them into her space.
Indeed, there’s an empty spot behind, unlike the dusty warehouse, this area shows signs of boxes having been piled up. Judging by the dust, it was cleared not long ago.
Zhou Jiao’s eyes gleamed, she put back the pile of items, even abandoning a pair of round stools she discovered. If her guess was correct, everything here was marked intentionally by someone mindful.
Gently wiping away traces of footsteps, Zhou Jiao cautiously returned to the original warehouse, signaling to Zhang Guoqing who was talking to someone.
"Oh, done?"
Zhou Jiao smiled lightly, nodding as she watched them slowly come over, pointing at a pile of old newspapers and a few comic books, "Along with the wood you chose, it should be enough for mom and dad for a while."
As Zhang Guoqing walked, he handed the cigarette box he just opened to Zhang Le, laughing, "Why did it take so long with just these old newspapers and books?"
"Picking carefully, some items aren’t suitable to be leaked out."
Zhang Le winked at his colleagues, See? I told you, she is particular. "Bro, keep this fine tobacco for yourself."
Zhang Guoqing waved his hand, "Come now, don’t you see that I don’t smoke? This was something I brought back from visiting an elder yesterday, you need to smoke less, these are bad for your health."
"Hehe, then I’ll accept it. Bro, I’ll help you load onto the cart. Do you want to pick a few more?"
"It’s enough; two elders don’t use much, plus we have coal balls. Quickly, help me weigh the load."
Before leaving, Zhou Jiao resisted the urge to glance back, only when out of sight of the two lads escorting did she gently exhale.
Zhang Guoqing’s low voice questioned by her ear, "How is it, plenty? Wow, even in Beijing I haven’t seen this much."
"Plenty of counterfeits."
Startled, Zhang Guoqing raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure you didn’t mistake anything? Honey, not that many were faking yet."
"Experts in this field usually also indulge in fakes," Zhou Jiao sighed softly, "To protect beloved items, sometimes you have to do what must be done. Painting over furniture or porcelain is not a foolproof method, unlike calligraphy or paintings."
Nitpicking herself, Zhang Guoqing nodded to comfort her, "Aren’t there five major buying stations? In the coming days, I’ll take you around each."
Unable to hold back a laugh, Zhou Jiao initially wanted to discuss her discovery, but seeing more and more people on the road, she could only wait until they returned.
"Are you thinking of finding clues at other buying stations?" Zhang Guoqing almost knocked over the teacup. His wife indeed had a daring spirit, did her father know?
Zhou Jiao rolled her eyes at him, glancing outside, "Lower your voice. The kids might hear you."
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