In April, the city of Beijing is still cold and gloomy.

The tiresome haze weather rarely appears, especially on sunny afternoons, and people's mood is also happy.

Chen Mo came to Beijing after graduating from high school for 12 years.

At that age of 18, he was young and frivolous, and when he heard about the prosperity of Beijing and the legendary story of the North Drifters, he always thought that there would be a place for him here. After I came, I found that in Beijing, high Chinese is basically illiterate, and it is not easy to find a decent job. In the end, in order to make a living, he went to work as a waiter in a hotel.

That's twelve years.

In the past 12 years, Chen Mo has changed from an immature teenager full of ideals to a silent middle-aged uncle, and has also witnessed the development of Beijing, first housing prices, and then all kinds of things have skyrocketed, and the only thing that has not changed has always remained strong is his salary. In the first few years, Chen Mo's salary was still very chic, and when he had nothing to do, he could drink a night beer or something. If it weren't for his promotion to lobby manager two years ago and a little salary increase, Chen Mo probably wouldn't have been able to gain a foothold in Beijing.

The hotel implements three shifts, and as soon as 4 o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Mo and his colleagues packed up their things and prepared to get off work.

Working in a hotel, it is difficult to work for a long time, Chen Mo is very strange. Because of the changes in his personality over the years, as well as the colleagues who come and go around him, he doesn't like to have deep friendships with the colleagues around him. After handing over the work to the lobby manager of the third shift, Chen Mo left the hotel directly.

Chen Mo lives on Nanqiao Street, and the nearest road is through the stall area of the Panjiayuan Antique Market.

Panjiayuan thrift market is divided into six business areas, including stall area, ancient building area, classical furniture area, modern collection area, stone carving area, and catering service area. It is mainly engaged in antique items, jewelry and jade, handicrafts, collectibles, and decorations, with an annual turnover of billions of yuan.

Especially in the stall area, there is a lot of people here, and there are many people here.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the business in the stall area was not good during this time, many people collected the stalls and went back, and the remaining vendors gathered together in twos and threes to hand each other cigarettes and chat, and some got together to play cards.

Walking slowly and leisurely, while looking at the objects on the stalls in the 'antique area', piles of copper coins, ceramics, and even some small bronze tripods can be seen. Those who are familiar with the area refer to the 'antiques section' of the stall area as the counterfeit area.

"Hey, bro!" Suddenly, a strange young man walked up to Chen Mo and said, "I have a batch of newly unearthed Ming vessels, are you interested in taking a look?" ”

When you see such a person, you'd better not stop and just leave. However, today's rare good weather, Chen Mo was also in a good mood, pointed to the work card on the chest of the suit, and answered: "New here, right?" I pass by here every day after work, and I haven't seen you? ”

"Ugh! Hehe......" The young man touched his head awkwardly, pointed to the stall next to him, and said, "I'm helping my dad look at the stall." ”

Chen Mo turned his head, and a small object caught Chen Mo's eyes, it was a pocket tripod in the pile of copper coins.

The shape of the Dingkou of the Pocket Ding is an irregular peach blossom shape. Seeing this, Chen Mo's heart moved, turned around and took out the pendant hanging on his chest and looked at it, the shape and size just matched the Dingkou. This pendant was handed over to him by Chen Mo's father two years ago, saying that it was an ancestral treasure of the Chen family, which was related to a big secret......

At that time, Chen Mo was 28 years old, and he was not too young, and he had dated a girl to the point of talking about marriage. But the woman's family asked Chen Mo to buy a house, preferably a house in Beijing. Beijing's housing prices are terrifying, don't even think about two or three million.

Chen's father gave this ancestral 'jade pendant' to Chen Mo, and asked him to take it for identification, and if it was valuable, he would sell it, and it would be best to buy a house.

This pendant is turquoise and pure, if it is really jade, it must be worth old money. But the result of the identification is that this thing is not jade at all, it is glass......

Jade may be worth tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands, but glass is worthless. Since it was worthless, Chen Mo didn't sell it and kept wearing it on his body.

"How do you sell this copper coin?" Chen Mo walked over, picked up a copper coin, looked at the stall owner and asked.

"Big brother is a person who works nearby, I won't lie to you, this copper coin wholesale is one hundred yuan and two catties, you have to like five yuan a piece." The young man was very upright, and said.

Chen Mo then pointed to the pocket bronze tripod in the copper coin, and said, "How can this small tripod be sold?" ”

"Ah, I thought this thing was lost, it turned out to be mixed in the copper coin. This pocket tripod was collected by my father in a village in the west......"

"Aren't you selling?" Often walking around here, taking care of the measurements commonly used by vendors, Chen Mo said that he was about to turn around and leave.

"Hey, wait. This thing really came out of the Ming tomb, Chongshan City and Renhe Village in the west of my hometown...... Last year, the hometown built a road, dug out a large tomb of the Ming Dynasty, and produced a lot of ceramics, as well as gold and silverware, but the next day it was blocked by the government, and all the things collected were handed over to the public, and the family kept such a pocket tripod. ”

"You can really fool around, if it is really the pocket tripod of the Ming Dynasty can be placed here? It has long been sent to the auction house. "Chongshan City, Renhe Village? This young vendor is Chen Mo's hometown.

Chen Mo's hometown is also in Chongshan City, and his Qingshui Village is only ten miles away from Renhe Village. Last year, Renhe Village did dig a large tomb for road repair, and an immortal ancient corpse was found. Chen Mo's heart was moved, and he wanted to get his hands on the pocket tripod: "You said that you are from Chongshan, and I am also from Chongshan, speak a dialect and listen." ”

"Cauldron, it's a fellow countryman to smash it."

Chen Mo couldn't help but smile, took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed one to the vendor, and then lit it himself, and said, "Since you are a fellow countryman, tell me the real price." ”

"Five thousand. Hey, wait...... The price is negotiable, you let me open one. I've taken this pocket tripod to appraisal, you touch it, and it feels like it's slippery......"

"Well, really. It's not bronze, isn't it? Plastic? ”

"Cauldron, do you sincerely buy it, this bag is plastic...... I have a certificate from the appraisal center, 100% agate. ”

"Five hundred." Although Chen Mo liked it and felt that this thing had something to do with the jade pieces on his body, he took out five thousand pieces at a time and it really hurt his flesh.

"Three thousand dollars, honest price."

"Six Hundred ......"

"Two Thousand and a Half ......"

"Seven hundred...... One thousand, up to one thousand. Don't sell it......"

"At least two thousand. The pocket tripod made of agate, here is the appraisal certificate, don't say that the fellow sees the villager and slaughters two knives, I have already lost money for two thousand yuan......"

Chen Mo had exactly two thousand yuan on him, took it out and handed it to the vendor, took the box and turned around to leave.

"Big brother, come here and take a look, I have good porcelain, all old objects, Shang and Zhou Fang copper tripods, Han ink pottery, Yuan blue and white ......" The stall owner next to him kept watching, and seemed to think that Chen Mo's injustice was good.

Hearing the Shang Zhou Fang Tongding, Chen Mo almost fell on his heels, but then the introduction behind made him almost laugh: "Your Yuan Qinghua and Fang Tongding are too big, I can't fit them at home." ”

"Honest price, Yuan Qinghua only sells you for a hundred, and you also let me open it."

Chen Mo smiled, put the pocket tripod in his pocket, and quickened his pace towards Nanqiao Street.

"I said Xiao Liu'er, when will you speak the southwestern dialect, that pocket tripod is really agate?" Seeing that Chen Mo was walking away, the stall owner looked at the young man and asked.

"My sister didn't study in Rongcheng, she learned the dialect. As for that pocket tripod, it's really from Renhe Village! Last year, the TV exposed the ancient tomb of Renhe, and my sister and my brother-in-law went to see it, and by the way, they asked the local villagers to collect some things and came back. However, the locals are thieves, and none of the things they collect are genuine. Damn, it's more Pan Jiayuan than Pan Jiayuan, and the shit agate is a piece of glass......" The young vendor said with a wry smile.

After walking for half an hour, and then settling dinner at a restaurant outside the community, Chen Mobian returned to the house where he lived. Three-bedroom and one-living room, shared apartment, costs 1,300 yuan a month, nearly a quarter of the salary.

Entered the door, returned to the room, took the pocket tripod out, and then removed the pendant around his neck. The shape of the pendant and the mouth of the pocket tripod just fit, and it is just right to put it in.

According to Dad, this pendant is an heirloom of the Chen family, and it is a big secret related to it. As for what the secret was, Dad didn't say it, and Chen Mo didn't know either......

I embedded the pendant in the mouth of the pocket ding, studied it for a while, and didn't see any difference, so I put it on the table.