As the saying goes, money is hard to earn, is hard to eat.

For many people, making money, especially making a lot of money, is not an easy thing, but for Meng Songhai, who was reborn in the tenth life, it is an easy thing.

Meng Songhai has a "golden finger", he first thought of the inverted antiques, although he can guarantee to pick up the leaks, but now is not the era of national collection, even if he finds good things, it is difficult to sell them to make money, and he does not have too much capital on hand.

After careful consideration, Meng Songhai thought of buying the business of buying cicadas, and when he went to the countryside, he "shoveled the land" by the way, hoping to pick up the "big leak" that made him rich overnight.

Meng Dongyao was very interested in Meng Songhai's idea of doing business, and before breakfast, he went out to the morning market to buy a bamboo sieve and a few woven bags.

At around eight o'clock in the morning, Meng Songhai, who had just been discharged from the hospital, took a bus back home.

Seeing that his father was eating breakfast, Meng Songhai said with a smile: "Dad, why are you eating breakfast so late today?" ”

"Haven't eaten yet, have you?" Meng Dongyao asked lightly.

"I haven't eaten yet."

Meng Songhai saw that there were clean bowls and chopsticks on the dining table, guessing that his parents had specially prepared them for him, he sat down directly, filled a bowl of bean juice, drank it in a big gulp, grabbed a meat bag directly with his hand, took a bite, chewed it slowly, swallowed it slowly, and nodded and praised: "It tastes really good!" ”

"Little Wuzi, I heard from your mother that you want to go to the countryside to buy cicadas."

"yes!" Meng Songhai smiled and nodded, "Dad, you can support me." ”

"Do you know how to buy cicadas?"

"Of course I know, after entering the village, let go of my voice and shout to collect the cicadas, and when I see someone, I ask him if there are cicadas in his family, and I also ask which family in the village has cicadas."

"You shouted?" Meng Dongyao asked with a mocking expression on his face.

"What's so embarrassing about that."

"Then do you know what you need to buy cicadas?"

"Money, bikes...... Scales, woven bags, and preferably a bamboo sieve. ”

"What is the bamboo sieve for?" Meng Dongyao asked knowingly.

"Dad, don't be like me don't understand anything." Meng Songhai smiled confidently and continued, "There is mud on the cicada molt, you need to sift it and remove the mud, and some cicadas have failed to shed their skin and die, this kind of cicada molt with dead cicadas cannot be used in medicine, it needs to be picked out, and some people will fake, and deliberately go to catch the monkey at night, that is, the cicada chrysalis, and kill it, put it in the cicada molt pile, and some people even put the mud and sand into the cicada molt. ”

"You really know everything." Meng Dongyao smiled, "It's a hot day now, it's hard to go to the countryside to buy cicadas, aren't you afraid of hardship?" ”

"Young people should make up for their hardships."

Meng Songhai had breakfast and washed the dishes and chopsticks.

After entering his bedroom and taking the private money, Meng Songhai came to the living room, looked at his father who was sitting on the sofa reading the newspaper and said, "Dad, I'll go out for a while." ”

"What for?"

"Go to the same school and borrow a book." Meng Songhai lied.

Meng Dongyao guessed that his son might have lied, but he didn't stop his son from going out and said, "Go home for lunch at noon." ”

"Got it, I'm out."

Meng Songhai's family lives on Panjiayuan Road, which is very close to the Panjiayuan thrift market, which is famous all over the country and even the world, built a few years later, although there is no formal and legal antique market in the capital at this time, but he knows that there are many people near his home who set up stalls to sell old goods.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Meng Songhai stopped in front of a stall selling old goods.

"Jade, copper coins, wooden pen holders, purple clay pots...... There are quite a few things. ”

Meng Songhai muttered to himself, smiled at the stall owner, squatted down, pointed to a piece of corundum plate, and asked with a smile: "Boss, can you pick up this jade and take a look?" ”

"Yes!" The stall owner replied, "Be careful. ”

Meng Songhai picked up the corundum card, looked at it a few times, and wanted to use the magic power of "Wisdom Treasure Knowledge", but he couldn't help but didn't use it, he wasn't sure if he really had this kind of magic power, in his memory, he had this kind of ability, he could use it twice a day, he didn't want to waste this precious opportunity easily.

Meng Songhai had the experience of being reborn eight times in the past, and by fusing the memories of these eight people, he could identify the authenticity of Hetian Yu.

"It's really Hetian jade, it's not sheep fat jade, the color is a little blue, there is no skin, and the carving is a little worse."

Meng Songhai muttered a few words to himself, did not ask the price, and after putting it down, he picked up a few other pieces of jade and looked at them carefully.

When he saw the fourth piece, Meng Songhai was afraid that the stall owner would drive people away, so he casually asked: "Boss, how much is this piece of jade?" ”

"Sixty."

"It's not expensive...... It's not cheap either. Meng Songhai muttered to himself, he knew that the price of Hetian jade would increase greatly in the future, but he felt that it was not worth spending sixty yuan to buy such a piece of Hetian jade handle, so he put it down immediately, and there was no counteroffer at all.

Seeing that Meng Songhai did not make a counteroffer, the stall owner did not say anything, there was no displeasure on his face, and he still had a smile, just like Maitreya Buddha.

Meng Songhai didn't continue to take the jade on the stall, he had already glanced at it a few times, and he didn't buy a piece of **, he shifted his gaze to other items.

After a few glances, Meng Songhai picked up a purple clay pot, he knew the name of this pot - the dwarf Bafang pot, and looked at it a few times, the shape of the vessel was dignified and dignified, and he felt that it might be the work of a famous artist.

Meng Songhai looked at the bottom of the pot with a hint of expectation, and saw the low section - Slender Ping, seeing these two words, his eyes flashed a smile, he knew that "Slender Ping" was another name for Gu Jingzhou, the master of purple clay pot making, he was not sure that this purple clay pot was Gu Jingzhou's work, but he knew that if it was true, twenty years later, the market value of this pot would exceed one million.

Lifting the lid, Meng Songhai saw the single word "Gu" and the double word "Slender Ping".

"Boss, is this pot for tea?" Meng Songhai asked knowingly.

"This is a purple clay pot, produced in Yixing, and many people who like to drink tea use this pot to make tea." The stall owner said.

After listening to the stall owner's words, Meng Songhai guessed that the stall owner must not know that "Slender Ping" was Gu Jingzhou's self-name, otherwise, he would definitely use this to say.

"My dad likes tea." Meng Songhai smiled, "If it's cheap, I'll buy one and go back, honor me, boss, how much is this pot?" ”

"Fifty."

"It's so expensive!" Meng Songhai pretended to be surprised, he knew that if this teapot was made by Gu Jingzhou, the market price would not be cheap now, but he would pretend to be a layman.

"It's not expensive, it's old stuff."

"How old are you?" Meng Songhai laughed secretly, thinking that even if the stall owner said that this purple clay pot was from the Qing Dynasty, he would not correct it.

"I don't know how old it is, I received it from the countryside, the family was quite rich before liberation, after liberation, there was a person in the family who was a professor at the university, and then WG, the university professor died of illness, I heard the family say that the professor liked this pot very much in front of him, and often used this teapot to make tea and drink."

Meng Songhai looked down at the purple clay pot in his hand for a few moments, and after a while, he raised his head to look at the stall owner and asked, "Can it be cheaper?" ”

"I'll give you two or three dollars cheaper at most."

"Uh......" Meng Songhai groaned, and said secretly in his heart, "Wisdom and treasure, I want to know the specific situation of this purple clay pot......

After a while, Meng Songhai had some more information in his mind, which was as follows:

The dwarf Bafang purple clay pot, created by Gu Jingzhou, was created in 1963, and the mud is made of clear water. Gu Jingzhou was born in 1915 A.D., a famous purple sand pottery artist, director of Yixing Zisha Research Institute, formerly known as Jingzhou, aliases: Man Xi, Slender Ping, Wuling Yiren, Jingnan Shanqiao, self-named Husuo, Lao Ping.

"It's amazing...... developed. ”

Meng Songhai began to steal fun, and at the same time with some doubts, he didn't know why he had obtained the magic power of "Wisdom and Treasure", but he had already determined that this purple clay pot was Gu Jingzhou's work.

Although Meng Songhai felt that the price of fifty yuan was very cheap, and he had more than seventy yuan in his pocket, he did not immediately accept the stall owner's offer and began to bargain: "Boss, even if you sell it for forty-five yuan, it is too expensive, so you can be cheaper." ”

"How much do you say?"

"Ten pieces."

"Ten yuan, I don't have enough capital." The stall owner smiled and shook his head.

"Ten dollars is not a lot." Meng Songhai smiled.

"Ten yuan, it's really not good, you add more."

"Ten...... Fifteen. ”

"Fifteen, it's too low, let me tell you clearly, this purple clay pot, when I received it, the price was 30 yuan, two days ago, someone bid 40 yuan, I was not willing to sell it. If you really want it, for the sake of your filial piety, I sold it to you for forty yuan. ”

Meng Songhai took out a handful of money from his right trouser pocket and said, "I only have thirty-five yuan on me, and later, I have to buy some stationery, and I want to keep five yuan, boss, this pot, thirty yuan, you can sell it to me." ”

Before going out, Meng Songhai deliberately put the seventy-eight yuan on his body in two different pockets, and at that time, he considered using this method to bargain with the seller.

The stall owner hesitated for a moment, pretended to be embarrassed, nodded with a wry smile: "Okay, thirty, I'll sell it to you, I often set up a stall here, you can come and visit often in the future." ”

"Okay. Thanks, boss! Meng Songhai handed the stall owner three ten-yuan bills, "We have made a deal." ”

"Deal." When the stall owner saw a happy smile on Meng Songhai's face, he felt a little disdainful in his heart, and thought: "Stick mallet, the boy whose hair has not yet grown up, and he still wants to pick up the leak, dream, this pot, I paid three yuan to collect it, and sold it for thirty yuan, which has increased tenfold." ”

What is a "mallet"?

It's a layman, a rookie, who doesn't touch the door much, and compared with a needle, he lacks eyes.