When he got up early for a walk, he unexpectedly found peach blossom bones at the tip of a peach tree, which surprised Li He, and it bloomed nearly half a month earlier than usual, which means that spring has arrived. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The flowers of primrose are usually forsythia and peach blossoms.

As usual, I looked for a breakfast stall, and the bean juice fritters were pinched in my hand before I suddenly reacted.

The house for Old Man Li is bigger than the one Li He lives in.

There was a well in the courtyard, and it was very deep, and a long rope was tied to a bucket and it was a long time before a very soft pop could be heard.

It has to be said that you are listening without speaking and pricking up your ears, otherwise you would not be able to hear even the soft voice.

Li He made a good water, brought a basin to the shelf for Old Man Li, and when he saw Old Man Li coming out of the toilet, he deliberately squeezed and said,

"Master Li, you woke up early!.Oh, you're so busy and you go to the toilet yourself?"

Old man Li glared, "Cough! Say what you should say, whisper what you shouldn't say."

Li He said with a smile, "Wash your face first, and then have breakfast, and the soy milk fritters will be put on the table for you."

Old man Li picked up the cigarette pouch on his lap, filled the cigarette purse with a cigarette pouch full of dry tobacco leaves, took out a match from the pocket of his clothes, lit a cigarette and took a hard puff, and spit out a thick blue-gray smoke from the mouth where the teeth were about to fall out, which was blown away by the wind.

"Master Li, I gave you a cigarette yesterday, but you didn't answer it, I thought you didn't smoke."

Old man Li pulled out the cigarette pouch from his mouth, knocked it hard in the corner of the wall a few times, and blew it vigorously with the cigarette holder in his mouth, and then said: "I smoked bubbles when I was young, and then I quit, so I changed it to dry tobacco.

Old man Li entered the house, suddenly snorted, and hurriedly took the soy milk on the table into his hand, "You loser! This oily fruit, the hot bean juice will be put on the table, do you have no long eyes or a big heart?"

Li He scratched his head and smiled: "Master Li, isn't it just an eight-immortal table? ”

Old man Li was so angry that he wanted to stomp his feet, "I'm not talking about the table, it's the Huanghuali screen of the table."

Li He took a look, and the table did have something like a wooden board, which was quite quaint and old, and it was inlaid with figures, all of which were made of jade, "How do I look like a plaque"

"This is the Eight Immortals Offering Life Screen"

"Then you keep talking. Li He was also interested, and looked at He Fang who came into the door out of the corner of his eyes, and motioned for her to make a pot of tea and bring it over.

"The value of this screen is not all in the quality of the materials, but in the identity of all the people is different!"

"Is it difficult or the emperor can't use it?" Li He quipped.

"Ignorance!" Old Man Li glanced at him, took the tea sent by He Fang, and asked, "Do you know Zhang Jiangling?"

"Who?"

"Zhang Juzheng!"

"Oh, you just say the name."

Old man Li shook his head and sighed: "It's really rare to play with antiques to such an ignorant and fearless realm as you!"

"I've won awards!" Li He pretended not to hear the old man's sarcasm, and continued to ask: "Master Li, do I have any night pots and basins used by Cixi in this house?"

Old man Li pretended not to hear Li He's interruption, and continued: "This table of eight immortals was still given to Zhang Juzheng by Qi Jiguang, the great commander of the anti-Japanese army! In the past, when the general commander of Qi was in charge of the anti-Japanese affairs, in order to prevent the rear from restricting, he sent many things to Zhang Juzheng, from gold, silver, jewelry, to famous horses and beautiful women, and even eating utensils, and even human heads! Is it unusual to send a screen?"

Li He didn't fall, but in his heart, the great image of Qi Jiguang's generation of famous generals and Zhang Juzheng's assistant ministers collapsed, which is also outrageous, right?

"That's not right, there's no engraved name from Qi Jiguang to Zhang Juzheng, right?

Regarding the suspicion raised by Li He, the old man Li smiled arrogantly and said: "Naturally, there is history to prove, you look at the words on the screen, Lin Sheng's "Title Lin'an Residence": Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, when will the West Lake sing and dance be closed; In the future, if I have the opportunity to show you someone, you will know that what I said is true. ”

Li He nodded, looking at the old man Li with a different gaze, if what the old man said was true, with this eyesight, he was afraid that he was also a powerful figure in the industry back then.

"Actually, that's not what I'm most concerned about. Li He straightened up and said softly.

"Oh, so what do you care about?"

"I care about how much this so-called screen is worth?"

"You, you, money, money, money, money, you kid will recognize money! The inheritance and value of antiques are not measured by money!"

"Oh, you can trade in jewelry, you can't convert it with food stamps, can you?"

"It's unbearable, it's unbearable! When it comes to your mouth, it's a number?

Li He was afraid that he would really get angry, so he even changed his title, "Uncle Li, I mean to sell it in the future, not now"

"Isn't that going to be sold?"

"Think about it, do we want to continue to collect, in case we meet a better one, do we have no money to collect, don't we have to sell a little poor, these eyesight work still depends on you"

Old man Li sighed and said, "An artifact is placed there, and when you look at the past, it can take you back to ancient times, and when you touch your fingers, you can feel the intention of the ancients to create it, which should be the ultimate purpose of playing with cultural relics." It will be wrapped in a layer of dark and round pulp, quiet and warm, exuding an ancient atmosphere. Antiques are tangible, culture is not qualitative, it can't be seen, it can't be touched, but it seeps into people's bones and blood. I understand what you mean. ”

"Then you are tired, help me tidy up"

Old man Li stood up and stretched his waist, "Snuff bottles, wrenches, inkstones, these little things have been arranged for you." I'll put a little effort into the big ones, and I'll give you a list of them, so you can see them at a glance. ”

Li He flattered, "Then you are tired, what do you want to eat at noon, I will give you the whole"

"Just send it to me at noon, it doesn't matter what you eat, don't forget to bring me a bottle of wine" After the old man Li finished speaking, he stopped paying attention to Li He, took the fritters and soy milk, and sorted out things while eating.

Perhaps for many people, each of these antiquities has its own story to tell, which has been carried for many years, and no one listens to them.

Because, they can't speak! Wait silently for a thousand years, just to meet again!

They have been impregnated for hundreds of years over the course of time.

Each piece embodies the painstaking efforts of the craftsman and pours into the feelings of the user.

Each piece belongs to a different owner and has its own story.

Each piece is so different, and even every crack and gap has a unique history.

But Li He didn't dare to be interested in these things, they had no practical value to him, they were dead things.