An Yinan tightened the rope of the basket on her back and quickly followed the old man to the second yard. She had never been in this yard before. There seemed to be a lot of scrap wood furniture at the moment.

The old man was in front of a table, holding a magnifying glass in one hand and looking at it carefully.

When An Yinan walked over, he saw an ancient painting, which showed strange peaks and rocks, tall ancient trees, a gentle breeze, and tinkling spring water. Two ...