In an ordinary courtyard near Houhai, the imperial capital of the Five Dynasties, the capital, an old man wearing a cloth coat and a sixtieth birthday stood leisurely in the corridor to feed the starling in the birdcage hanging under the eaves, if it weren't for the fact that the old man had a centipede-like scar from his forehead to the tip of his eyebrows that destroyed some of the harmony, this scene would be more peaceful and peaceful.

The people of the capital are fun, playing birds, fish, crickets, wearing jade wrenches, playing snuff bottles, bathing in the bathhouse, visiting the garden, what they want is this comfort.

The people of the capital love to call the master, and when they meet and greet each other, they are all 'Ding Erye' and 'Wang Sanye', and the one who doesn't know the name is also this master, the one who loves to brag is called Kanye, the one who buys and sells is called the grandfather, the rich one is called the money master, the one who pedals the board is called the board master, and the one who goes to the street bare-chested is called the grandfather, all of them are masters, and even the two of them are in a hurry to fight is also 'your uncle'.

The people of Beijing talk about the rules, how to stand, how to sit, where to sit when eating, how to put the teapot, how to serve the cup, how to greet the door, how to do it, where to put the hand, this has a fixed number, can not mess up the rules, mess up the rules is no politeness, not to be welcomed.

This is the fan of the people of the capital, losing people does not lose the posture, and there is a condescending domineering spirit in his bones.

In particular, the descendants of the banner people have brought this kind of style of the Beijing people into full play.

In the Qing Dynasty, the bannermen were not required to farm and earn a living like the Han Chinese, and the imperial court would give them a share of money every month, and their only duty was to serve as soldiers when the imperial court needed them.

Even after the fall of the Qing Dynasty, some descendants of the banner people still can't let go of their bodies, and would rather starve to death than learn farming and craftsmanship from the Han people.

The old man in the courtyard is Tang Haoer's grandfather Tang Moxuan, a descendant of the Eight Banners, and a well-known mainstay in the antique shop in the capital.

The flag people look down on the flag people who make a living by their crafts, and even reject, but they have to look up at the antique shop, in the final analysis, it is still self-esteem that is at work, and the antique shop has not taken off a playful word, which is not an insult to the ancestors.

Playing to make money, that's the ability.

Tang Moxuan pinched the millet in his hand to tease the starling to speak, and at this time, the starling suddenly turned around and shouted in the direction of the courtyard gate: "The young master is back, the young master is back." ”

The young master in the mouth of the starling is Tang Hao'er's uncle Tang Yun, in fact, Tang Yun is especially disgusted with the title of this young master, but the starling who is taught by the old man like this, he has to bear it if he doesn't like to listen to it.

Tang Moxuan threw the millet in his hand into the twelve golden hairpins in the birdcage and scolded: "If you eat you, you will talk a lot." ”

Tang Yun walked into the yard quickly, saw the old man feeding the birds under the porch, hurriedly slowed down, walked behind the old man lightly and shouted softly: "Dad." ”

Tang Moxuan didn't reply and asked, "Panicked, dropped something?"

"No, it was Hao'er who sent me a few pictures, and I'll bring them back to show you. ”

Tang Moxuan paused slightly, still using the bamboo skewers in his hand to pull the scattered bird food, he knew that Tang Yun would continue.

Tang Yun took out a stack of printed photos from his bag and said softly: "Dad, there are three in total, all three of them are Haidilao, one is the first year of Chongning Ruyao Guanyin bottle, one is the emperor's yellow enamel color nine-dragon pattern feather tube, and the other is the Kangxi sacrifice blue painting gold hook lotus immortal birthday deer head." ”

Three pieces, two of which were from Qin Long, but he didn't expect Tang Yun to print the deer head that Feng Xuezhen had collected for 8,000 yuan into a photo and bring it over.

Tang Moxuan's hand trembled slightly, put down the bamboo stick, looked back at Tang Yun, and slowly walked to the rattan chair under the porch and sat down.

Tang Yun followed behind Tang Moxuan, and when he saw that Tang Moxuan was seated, he hurriedly leaned over and handed over the photo in his hand, and picked up the reading glasses on the small table next to the rattan chair and handed them to Tang Moxuan.

Tang Moxuan took the reading glasses, Tang Yun freed his hand and lifted the bowl on the small table and glanced inside, the tea was obviously freshly brewed, and it was still steaming, so there was no need to change another cup.

Northerners like to drink gaiwan tea, although it is very different from the kung fu tea that southerners love to drink, but it is also the same exquisite.

Tang Moxuan put on the reading camera and said without raising it: "You can sit too." ”

Tang Yun responded, and only then did he dare to sit down on the rattan chair opposite Tang Moxuan, and he didn't dare to lean back comfortably.

The Tang family is a descendant of the Eight Banners, with big rules, Tang Yun is already a well-known figure in the antique shop, but when he comes home, he is still as well-behaved as a kitten, and Tang Moxuan will never dare to sit down by himself if he does not give him a seat.

The top one of the stacks of photos is the Guanyin bottle that is cool in the first year of Ning, and it is obvious that Tang Yun thinks that this is the most valuable of the three antiques, and he must first show it to the old man.

Tang Moxuan repeatedly looked at a few photos of the Guanyin bottle taken from different angles, nodded and said: "It won't be wrong, this is the old goods of Song Ruyao, the glaze, the shape, and the year name are all right, it should be the one in the Old Summer Palace back then." ”

Tang Yun nodded: "I checked the information, although there is no picture of the Old Summer Palace that year, but all kinds of descriptions about the bottle are not different from the bottle in Hao'er's photo, and the bottle has never appeared in any public place abroad so far, and now it seems that the bottle was not shipped out by the British, but was left in China by mistake." ”

Tang Moxuan didn't nod or speak, and then looked at the photo in his hand, there was no need to repeat what he had already identified.

The following photos are the photos of the emperor Huang Lingguan, Tang Moxuan looked at it several times, leaned back slightly on the back of the chair and closed his eyes, his fingers gently pinched his eyebrows, it seemed that this would help him search for the information accumulated in his mind.

Tang Yun stared at Tang Moxuan tightly, not daring to speak to interrupt Tang Moxuan's thoughts.

Ten minutes later, Tang Moxuan opened his eyes, raised the photo, looked at it again, and said, "This pipe should have been given to the fifth elder brother Yongqi by Emperor Qianlong in November of the thirtieth year of Qianlong. ”

Qianlong's original intention should be to emulate the primogeniture inheritance system of the previous dynasty, but unfortunately the first two princes did not live long, and the queen Fucha went before him, and the primogeniture inheritance system ended without a problem, Qianlong had to change his strategy and choose to choose the virtuous. ”

After taking a sip of tea, Tang Moxuan continued: "The fifth elder brother Yongqi archery and horse riding poetry and writing are relatively outstanding among several elder brothers, and they are deeply loved by Qianlong. Then it is logical for Qianlong to give him this imperial yellow enamel nine-dragon pattern pipe, and it also indicates that Qianlong will make him a prince. ”