"Hello Mr. Jiang. Lin Muyu greeted Jiang Yuan, but the person was leaning towards Tang Feng, she came to Tang Feng's side and gently took his hand, shook it from side to side, and said delicately: "I'm sorry, people are late." ”

Ah, this is what she called Tang Feng to take her when he was shopping for antiques? Is this how people in the city play? Don't look at Tang Feng when he was in Tangjia Village, he always showed off to other fox friends and dog friends, saying how rich his experience was, as long as he soaked seriously, there was no village girl who couldn't be soaked, but those were bragging, he was at most a groundhog, and he dared to peek a few times when people were not paying attention, and occasionally made this kind of indiscriminate trick of voyeurism. But he is very shy in his bones, and at this moment, flattered, he squirmed and said: "Hey, no... It's nothing. ”

"Hey, I'll tell you. As Lin Muyu spoke, he put his small mouth to Tang Feng's ear and said in a very soft voice: "This Jiang Yuan is very annoying, help me." ”

It turned out to be TM, Tang Feng looked up at the eyes of the three people here, and felt that he was a shield, the side facing Lin Muyu was intact, but the other side was already full of holes.

Jiang Yuan politely said to Lin Muyu: "Miss Lin is also looking for material for the script today?"

"It's not. Lin Muyu held Tang Feng's arm and said, "I made a special trip to accompany my boyfriend." ”

Alas, seeing a flower stuck in the cow dung, the three of them felt sorry.

But Brother Glasses seemed to understand the truth, and he said, "It's important to get down to business, let's go." ”

Chen Yan, the glasses brother, is very familiar with the residents near their home, and the group walked to the east of the village, Chen Yan introduced as he walked: "We are not as good as the Ming and Qing Dynasty buildings over there in Mentougou, and there have been no big families for more than eight generations, but also because we are all poor and middle peasants here, the composition is good, * The period did not toss much, and several groups of cultural relics dealers can get something to go, whether we can do something today depends on your vision and luck." ”

When he arrived at a house in the east of the village, Chen Yan opened his throat and shouted, "Uncle Feng, are you at home?" Chen Yan mentioned this Uncle Feng just now, his wife went first, his children were all in other places, and he was watching the old house alone. In the past, there were cultural relics dealers who visited their house and took a fancy to things, but the old man just refused to sell them, and over time, no one came to ask them anymore. A few days ago, I heard from the neighbors that this old man now has the intention of making a move, so Chen Yan only brought someone over today.

"Who?" Uncle Feng is an honest short and thin old man, and he must be seventy years old at first glance, and even looking at Lin Muyu's eyes is only kind. The old man was dressed in shabby clothes and his steps were staggering, and his gaze swept over everyone before resting on Chen Yan.

"Yo, it's the second son of the old Chen family, what's the matter. Uncle Feng's speech was a little slurred, and the few teeth left in his mouth couldn't hold the wind.

Chen Yan smiled and said: "Hey, these people are from the museum, I want to take a look at your home to see if there are anything worthy of national collection." "But as long as you are a Beijinger, there is no one who can't be fooled.

"Don't spare me, boy. A smile appeared on Uncle Feng's wrinkled face, and he said, "It's not the first time I've come here, it's all guests, please go in and have a look." ”

Uncle Feng's courtyard is much smaller than Chen Yan's house, probably because of the lack of popularity for a long time, this courtyard is a bit gloomy, and it is estimated that no one dares to come in at night. Moreover, this yard has been in disrepair for many years, and it looks extremely dilapidated and decadent, no wonder there are no people who even rent houses.

Such an oppressive atmosphere made everyone a little seepage, no one spoke, and only the sound of Lin Muyu's high heels stepping on the stone floor kept echoing in the entire courtyard. An old house out of the times, a mysterious old man living alone, a few outsiders breaking in, and a living horror movie scene.

Lin Muyu asked Tang Feng softly, "What can be found here?"

Tang Feng looked around and said, "This is an old house from the Ming Dynasty, and if the furniture used at that time can be preserved to the present, it still has a certain value." ”

When he arrived at the hall, Uncle Feng pointed to the Eight Immortals table and a few chairs in the middle of the hall and said, "Since you are all here, I won't go around in circles." Some of the year-old things in the family are here, and some people have come to see them in the early years, and they have more or less offered them, but at that time, I always wanted to keep them for my children, and insisted on not selling them. Now, I can't take care of me when I'm old, and my children certainly don't need it, so if you can afford to give some money and take it away. "There is such a benefit to going to the countryside to collect antiques, most of the owners of these things do not know how to do it, and some things are sold as disposal products. Of course, nowadays, the national collection is hot, and more and more people are running this road, and the market is going up. Unlike in the early years, it was all about the price of scrap.

Jiang Yuan politely took out a soft Chinese and handed it to Uncle Feng, Chen Yan here hurriedly caught fire, and Uncle Feng was not polite, lit a cigarette and took a puff. Zhao Yongshi saw that this old man was very talkative, and took the opportunity to ask, "When did your ancestor move to Tongzhou?"

Uncle Feng thought for a while and said, "Our family has a family tree, it seems to be some kind of Yongle Year." ”

Yongle Nian is the name of Zhu Di, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, it was he who moved the capital of the Ming Dynasty from Nanjing to Beijing, Tang Feng asked with great interest: "Uncle, can you take your family's genealogy and take a look." ”

Uncle Feng nodded and said, "Cheng, you wait first." ”

As soon as Uncle Feng left, Zhao Yongshi couldn't wait to check the Eight Immortals table, Tang Feng and Jiang Yuan also came over, this table was brown, not painted, the wood grain was clear, the whole table did not have complex decorations such as carving and carving, and there were only some common simple paper patterns on the edge of the table.

Tang Feng looked at the structure again, the obvious mortise and tenon structure, and the whole table did not have any metal material to connect. The shape is simple and simple, the structure is firm, and the focus on functionality and practicality is indeed in line with the characteristics of folk furniture in the Ming Dynasty. Tang Feng looked at the chairs again, and finally came to the conclusion that this was by no means a modern imitation, and it must be a product of the previous Republic of China.

Unlike other antiques, the age of furniture is only a secondary factor in determining its value, and the key factor is the material. The Ming Dynasty was the golden age of the development of classical Chinese furniture, and the furniture materials were mostly hardwoods such as huanghuali and rosewood, and other materials were rarely used. Don't look at the current Huanghuali and rosewood are very valuable, put it in the Ming Dynasty at that time is not much valuable, if this set is really Huanghuali or rosewood, the value will be millions.

Listening to Uncle Feng's tone, he didn't seem to care much about the price, and Tang Feng's heart began to itch.