The two of them helped Zhang Yu move the broken wooden boards into the yard, and discovered two hanging clocks underneath. They looked up at Zhang Yu in confusion.
Zhang Yu gestured around and named a price, "I thought these two clocks could at least make one good one." Not knowing if there was anything inside, she didn't want to let them go just yet.
"This price is acceptable," Auntie Wang thought. Although she felt buying two broken clocks might not be as good as checking a second-hand store, the price was indeed quite good. It was cheaper than at a second-hand store, and the main thing was that it could be repaired; otherwise, it would be a loss.
Zhang Yu responded with a hum, casually placing the clocks in the back room. Although it was vacant, Zhang Yu didn't plan on letting anyone move in. After all, she would be moving in when winter came.
Auntie Wang and the others didn't notice Zhang Yu's actions and followed her into the yard to start organizing the wooden materials.
