A scrap collection station comes to mind

In the backyard, a utility room.

"Steward Tang, who was that just now?" Chen Muyu asked curiously.

Tang De opened the door and led Chen Muyu in, "The young master's friend, Mr. Zhu, must have lost all his belongings and came to the young master for help again!"

Chen Muyu nodded and was immediately attracted by the things in the utility room.

The door opened, and his face was covered with ashes.

The utility room is not large, only a few dozen square meters, but it is full of things.

Pots and pans, broken tables and benches, gun heads and sticks were everywhere.

"See for yourself. I don't want anything here anymore. You'd better deal with it all together, lest I find anyone else."

Tang De said, maybe he was afraid that the dust in the room would dirty his clothes, so he just stood at the door and let Chen Muyu go in alone.

Chen Muyu was full of expectations. He went into the house to check. After looking around for half a circle, he was a little disappointed. Most of the things piled in the house were furniture. They were ordinary furniture and not valuable. If he took it back, he might not be able to sell it as antiques.

After all, they are all waste products. I am afraid that the good ones have already been picked over by the servants in the house. How can I get my turn?

In the corner, several waste paper baskets attracted Chen Muyu's attention.

The basket was filled with rice paper, as well as some free brushes, inkstones and other items.

Some of the rice paper is used, and some of it is basically brand new.

The brand new ones are not attractive to Chen Muyu, but the used ones make Chen Muyu full of expectations.

You know, these are most likely Tang Bohu's calligraphy works. Those people outside are going crazy trying to get a piece of Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting.

I didn't care if it was dusty or not, I just rummaged through it.

As the saying goes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. There is no complete calligraphy and painting, either just one or two words written on a piece of paper, or some graffiti.

These things were taken out and said to be Tang Bohu's calligraphy, but no one would admit it.

Just come here?

Chen Muyu was a little reluctant. At this moment, something at the bottom of the basket attracted his attention.

A yellowed, old-looking booklet.

Possessed and picked it up.

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Item: Overlord's Scripture.

Introduction: A fragment of the Tang family's secret ancient martial arts, including an article on the incomplete inner strength and mental skills of the Overlord, and an article on the Overlord's Spear Technique...

Owner: Tang Yin

Completeness: 51%

Acquisition: 10,000 wealth value.

Recycling: Not owned by the host, the system cannot recycle it.

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Kung Fu?

Is this an inherited skill of the Tang family?

Chen Muyu was shocked. How could the Tang family's inherited martial arts be thrown here as waste?

The scrap price is even worth 10,000 yuan. You can imagine the value of this book. This is a huge loss.

Who hasn't had a dream of being a hero? Chen Muyu's breathing was a little short.

"Are you okay?"

Tang De's urging came from outside.

Chen Muyu hurriedly stuffed the book into the bottom of the basket, turned around and walked out.

Tang De said impatiently, "Hurry up, can you do it? If the young master calls me again, I have to hurry over."

"Will everything inside be sold?" Chen Muyu asked.

"Sell it, sell it, sell it all, just give me some as you see fit!" Tang De said.

Seeing how anxious he was, Chen Muyu was not anxious at all.

"I've seen it all. Although there are a lot of things, they should all be leftovers. It won't be of much use if I take them. Well, Butler Tang, I'll give you ten taels of silver to wrap up everything inside... …”

Different worlds have different currency systems, and the system has given Chen Muyu exchange conditions for different currencies.

In this era, the purchasing power of one tael of silver is equivalent to about 500 yuan, and ten taels of silver is equivalent to 5,000 yuan, which is equivalent to 5,000 wealth values.

The scrap price can be sold at this figure, which is already considered good.

Twelve?

Tang De was stunned for a moment. His monthly salary in the Tang family was 20 taels. Ten taels of silver was already half of his monthly income.

"There are so many things, only ten taels? Boss Chen, would you like to add more?" When it came to money, Tang De was not so anxious.

Chen Muyu frowned slightly, "How much does Butler Tang think is appropriate?"

After hesitating for a moment, Tang De stretched out two fingers and said, "Twenty taels?"

"Butler Tang, you have also seen that these are just crappy tables and crappy benches. If it wasn't for your sake, I wouldn't even want them..."

"Okay, okay, ten taels is ten taels, give me the money!"

Another boy called him outside the hospital. Tang De quickly waved his hand and stopped negotiating with Chen Muyu.

The system has automatically deducted 5,000 wealth points and exchanged them for 10 taels of silver.

After the money and goods were cleared, a satisfied smile appeared on Chen Muyu's lips.

"The young master asked me to take care of it by myself. Nothing can be left behind..."

After saying a few words, Tang De turned around and ran away!

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Once Tang De left, Chen Muyu became much easier to operate.

Five minutes later, Chen Muyu had basically emptied the debris in the utility room.

After the entire system was recovered, it only brought him 6,000 wealth points.

I spent 5,000 and earned 6,000 back, which is not a loss.

Apart from the "Overlord's Manual", there was only one spear that seemed to be of some use.

It was a gilt silver gun with dragon patterns. After wiping off the dust on the gun head, the silver light was shining and the chill was chilling.

It looks pretty good, and if someone is willing to collect it, it should still be worth a few bucks.

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"Mission completed, return to this world in 10 minutes!"

A message appeared in Chen Muyu's mind.

10 minutes left?

Chen Muyu didn't want to waste it. Since he was here, wouldn't it be a pity not to see Tang Bohu?

Not to mention anything else, just sign your name and take a photo, it will be enough to show off when you go back.

After leaving the utility room, Chen Muyu rectified his direction and walked towards the small courtyard he passed by when he came here.

This mansion is really not small. Historically, Tang Bohu lived in poverty in his later years. Chen Muyu even doubted whether this was a fictional historical world.

Corridors, corners.

A black shadow bumped into Chen Muyu's body with a bang, almost knocking Chen Muyu unconscious.

"Ouch!"

When the man collided with Chen Muyu, his center of gravity was unstable, he stumbled and fell directly to the ground, and the things he was holding were scattered all over the ground.

Chen Muyu walked over and took a look. This man was all black, as if he had just been fished out of ink. He was not wearing any clothes and looked very embarrassed.

"Huh? Is it you?"

Isn't this the fruity man who was playing games with Tang Bohu in the yard earlier?

Is this the one you were playing with again?

Guo Ben?

Aren't people in ancient times too open-minded?

"not me?"

The man obviously felt embarrassed and didn't want to be recognized. He got up and quickly collected the things scattered on the ground.

A dark matchstick swayed in the wind, making Chen Muyu blush a little.

He quickly stepped forward to help the man pick up his things.

What the man was holding were scrolls of scrolls scattered on the ground, and some of the scrolls had fallen apart.

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ps: Thank you to big brother "Zeng Ah Niu" for your support of 20,000 coins. Thank you to big brother for your company as always. Big brother is mighty and Gui Gu kowtows!