Mr. Gao is a talented and well-known teacher, a former family Chinese language teacher, and now the principal of Ping'an School, in his forties, with an elegant and free temperament. This year is also the most proud year of his life.

Rich and famous, as the saying goes, it is good, and it is XX, but this is definitely not Mr. Gao. Psychologist Maslow said that after satisfying the basic needs of life, people will pursue a higher level, demand a wider social identity, and pursue the realization of self-worth. This is our lovely and respectable Mr. Gao.

Mr. Gao learned in the newspaper that the last emperor left the palace, and a large number of royal collections were scattered among the people. Immediately full of pride, he prepared to disguise himself as a rickshaw driver and enter the enemy camp alone to save the ancient Chinese treasure from the dire situation.

After the persuasion of the young master and the eldest lady of the Zhang family on Tuesday, he recognized the shape and adapted to the trend. Wearing a brocade hat and a mink fur, a large gorgeous sparkling diamond ring in his hand, carrying US dollars and pounds, he took thugs and students and sat in the first-class box of the train. All the way to the luxurious and spacious killing of the old capital of Beiping.

The train went all the way to the north, and it was cold day by day, and Mr. Gao also admired his student Zhang Meixi more and more.

He really admired his female student, and privately guessed that she might be Mr. Shandong's granddaughter or granddaughter-in-law.

Mr. Gao sat in the box of the train, beating the beat with his hand wearing a large super carat diamond, and sang a triumphant Shaoxing opera:

"I can't tell you what happened in life, but I have to meet a noble person who turns into a dragon, and watch me break into the enemy camp single-handedly and grab the national treasure to show my majesty."

The train from Shanghai to Beiping can arrive in three days on the hour, but the Republic of China era is indeed very chaotic, but fortunately, whether it is a warlord or a foreign soldier at each station, it is not difficult for Mr. Gao, the arrogant boss.

When we arrived on the ground in Shandong, there was another war, and we were delayed for a day or two, and after five days, the train arrived in Beijing along the way.

The Beiping Railway Station of the Republic of China is also a combination of Chinese and Western architectural models, with a duplex arched high roof, and a kind of tall and majestic imperial city, which is incomparable elsewhere. Mr. Gao gave a thumbs up.

The students were instructed to call five rickshaws, and when they left the train station, the buildings were noticeably lower. Mr. Gao praised it again, it is worthy of being the old capital of 500 years, and it really has a simple ancient meaning.

The rickshaw went straight to the Shaoxing Hall that had been booked for a long time.

The Shaoxing Hall in the southern half of the alley outside the Xuanwu Gate is a low blue brick wall, the top of the wall along the oblique side is covered with old tiles, and the houses are all herringbone roofs, which are paved with tiles layer by layer. A thin layer of snow accumulated.

The man from the Shaoxing Hall welcomed Mr. Gao into the courtyard and asked for his name. Knowing that he had booked a room with his relatives and friends in Beijing a few days earlier, he kindly led him into a locust tree courtyard.

In winter, the branches of the locust tree are jet black, and there is a long ice pick hanging on it, which falls down with a snap and smashes into a very clean courtyard, and is broken into powder.

The man hurriedly protected Mr. Gao with his body, lifted the door curtain thicker than a quilt, and invited Mr. Gao in. He turned around and went out again, and Zhang Luo hot tea. Two more young men were brought in and removed the turnips and cabbages that had been temporarily stored in the house and covered with quilts.

The turnips and cabbages were almost gone, and suddenly a big fat mouse came out of the ground, with black eyes like mung beans, moist and flexible, and squeaked at people a few times, and ran out with his head open the door curtain. It's a lot of effort.

Mr. Gao was happy, clapped his hands and said:

"It is worthy of being the imperial capital of the imperial city, and even the rats grow so fat and strong."

Mr. Gao spread out the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, considered the words, wrote half a note to report safety and tell about the scenery of the capital, and called the student Wu Jiushan to bring a White Russian bodyguard, go out to find a telegraph room and send it back to Shanghai.

The next day, Mr. Gao's fellow townsman and friend, two people who are now working as small clerks in the official hall of the old capital, Hao Xiaodan and Zhen Pashi, came to pick him up and wash the dust.

Mr. Gao is not interested in Qianmen roast duck, white water sheep's head, Bada Hutong, flyover juggling, etc. So after a few words of greeting with fellow villagers.

I went straight to my destination. Liuli factory.

There are a lot of antiques in the glaze factory, there are real and fake, it is said that the emperor left the palace when he left the palace in a hurry, and on the same day, he loaded the whole twenty cars of things that could not be taken away to sell in the glaze factory.

Later, the official hall took over the palace, and saw that it was a mess inside, so it was also cleaned up indiscriminately, loaded a full forty cars, and sold them to the glass factory.

In this way, there are sixty carts of things, but when they enter the Liuli Factory, it is like salt poured into the sea, and after a while, there is no trace.

Mr. Gao entered the glaze factory, just like Grandma Liu entered the Grand View Garden, dazzling, and finally was made up by others to sell things, deceived and deceived, coaxed and fooled. There are real and fake things, take them out, and pick them at will.

The more than 1,000 yuan that Mr. Gao has accumulated over the years has spent all his efforts in three or two days.

The money was spent, but he was still very happy, and there was no place for the antiques in the bedroom of the Shaoxing Hall. These days, antiques are really cheap, and money is really valuable.

After finishing his own business, Mr. Gao still has the important task of helping his student Zhang Meixi buy things. Zhang Meixi gave him more money, and named only the ancient books on medicine.

So Mr. Gao reluctantly stopped looking at those porcelain antiques and went to the second-hand bookstore to hang out. There are also nearly 100 bookstores in Liulichang, which are dedicated to serving literati.

Mr. Gao casually wandered into a house, and the guy was warmly welcomed, calling him uncle. Served him candied hot tea, and asked him if he wanted to smoke snuff, courteous and thoughtful.

The shopkeeper came to sell the business. Sue sù he:

"Our store is custom-made calligraphy and painting in the middle hall, genuine, Qi Baishi, one dollar and two feet."

Mr. Gao looked at a few example paintings, all of which were black fish and shrimp, the level of children, very average, and waved his hand to refuse.

The shopkeeper said:

"You can invite a few masters to engrave seals, jade and bronze medals."

Mr. Gao saw that the few samples sent by the shopkeeper were very exquisite, and it happened that he had just bought two pieces of cyan ancient jade that he was very proud of, so he asked Qi Baishi to make two square seals.

One reads, Ping An School is highly talented. The other reads The Holy Hand of Benevolence. He thought that he was always mistaken for Mr. Shandong by the world, and if he had the opportunity to meet in the future, he could also give it to others as an apology.

For several days, Mr. Gao searched for ancient medical books in Liulichang.

The owner of a shop pù gave him an idea:

"Uncle, you just have to find one of the largest bookstores to drink tea and sit and wait, explain the books you need, and they will naturally send guys to help you collect them around."

So Mr. Gao found the largest second-hand bookstore, which was the Jinshang Bookstore opened by Shanxi people. Every day, he sat and drank tea, and asked the store to help him collect it.

Who knew that by coincidence, he was full of luck, and he actually encountered an old medical scripture, which is suspected to be the lost "Green Capsule Sutra". The posthumous work of the famous doctor Hua Tuo.

Mr. Gao is also a well-read cultural person, he really couldn't believe it, so under the recommendation of the store, he invited several professors from Tsinghua University to appraise it.

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