The glow from the fire cast light into the room, bringing the entire scene into Wang Chen's view.
The room wasn't empty. Near the wall, he could see objects resembling vases.
These vases looked quite large, about half a person's height, roughly the same thickness as the little girl's waist.
Through the clearly visible patterns and that delicate quality of the material, they exuded an ancient, timeless charm.
Wang Chen grabbed a freshly lit long stick and headed straight for the vases.
He figured, since the house itself was a couple of hundred years old, the vases must also be quite old.
Even if they were as old as the house, they could still be called antiques if he took them outside.
During his time studying in the city, he had heard a classmate say that antiques were very valuable now.
One of his classmates, whose family was originally very poor and relied on farming and odd jobs for income,
