Sharpen the knife and do not mistake the woodcutter.

In the next two days, I didn't go all over the world to pick up antiques, but set my heart to study the series of cultural relics written by Yan Wanru, first swallowed the dates and read them roughly, and then chewed every word, every sentence, every paragraph. Don't look at me as a very smart person, but I can endure loneliness and boredom, and I am very confident in my memory.

After getting the basics solid, I picked up the black notebook that recorded the leakage incident.

I flipped through the pages, looking for my next target.

But after looking for a while, I suddenly found that all these events that I recalled for the time being pointed in three directions awkwardly. One is that the time of occurrence has not yet arrived, and if you go now, you will not be able to find the treasure at all, for example, there are a few old things that can be picked up, and it will not flow into the antique market until September or October. The second is that the price of cultural relics is too high, even if the price of leakage is low, with more than 200,000 yuan in my hand, I can't afford to buy a corner of others, such as a giant jadeite wool in Yunnan. The third kind is that the gadgets are too small, what I mean by small, I mean the money aspect, three hundred and five hundred, three thousand five thousand, I can't fully play and use the 200,000 spare money I have on hand, in line with the principle of maximizing benefits, those gadgets are a bit of a delay.

I haven't figured out what to do yet, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it's meat, so I can't do it, so I can only pick up the small mosquito meat first.

Of course, it would be great if you could recall a few big events of about 200,000 yuan.

It's the weekend.

At about nine o'clock in the morning, my mother called me to the courtyard to eat watermelon.

I don't like to eat watermelon in my hand one by one, but I am used to digging it with a spoon one bite at a time. The watermelon was bought from a carriage by my father when he came back from work the night before, five cents a pound, cheap, and chilled in the water tank all night, cold and sweet, not refreshing.

Cutting the remaining half of the watermelon into five large pieces, the old mother shouted to the East House: "Aunt Zou, eat some fruit." ”

The door opened, and Grandma Zou, who was holding a black suspender shirt with a black surname, walked out, stopped the needlework in her hand and said, "Look at you, you are so polite, hehe, if you don't eat, you won't eat, and you can't spare your hand now." ”

"What are you?"

Grandma Zou shook the opening at the bottom of the camisole shirt: "Yue'e's clothes, I scratched the belt, I can't wear it, I want to sew it for her." ”

Mom stuffed a piece of watermelon into Dad's hand and said with a smile: "I advise you not to tinker with it, now everyone is particular, and it is estimated that Xiao Zou will not wear patched clothes." ”

"Yes." Grandma Zou shook her head vigorously: "It's a pity to throw it away, alas, then I'll cut it and wipe the table with a rag." ”

When I threw the watermelon into my stomach, I hiccuped and got up to go back to the house, but I remembered something and turned around and said: "Mom, my computer is really not good, it often crashes, and the speed is very slow, so I am going to Zhongguancun to save a new one." "The computer is a Bensan configuration ten years ago, with a 4:3 screen, 128 memory, basically a QQ, and the cpuzhan rate is 100%, which is ridiculously low.

My mother glanced at me out of the corner of her eye: "Didn't you leave 8,000 yuan for the jade plate?" Don't buy too good, make do with it! ”

"Got it." It turned out that the family had no money, and they were reluctant to change it, but now they can finally eliminate it ruthlessly.

When I went back to the house and read a book for a while, my phone suddenly lit up, and the word "Jiang Yan" popped up on the screen.

After the gambling incident, my relationship with Jiang Yan has become much closer, and I often call, text, and talk happily when I have nothing to do.

Press the answer button, "Mirror, come out and have fun?" ”

I didn't play that big, and I was going to think about how to make money, so I said, "The sun is full today, so I won't go." ”

"Damn, what kind of sun are you afraid of, where do you live, then I'll go find you."

"Huh?"

"What? Not welcome me? ”

"Not really." I hesitated for a moment, and then said, "I live in Qianmen Dashilar, you can just take the subway Qianmen Station and get off." ”

"I'm too far from the subway station, and I don't know the front door."

"Well, Liulichang knows no, it's okay there, call me soon, I'll pick you up."

After discussing the time and place, I took the watering can to fetch water for the spider plant outside the windowsill of my parents' house, and then informed my mother: "A classmate will come to our house in a while, you can prepare to order, she may have dinner with the family." ”

"Liu Yao?" My mom is changing the channel by pressing the remote control.

"It's Jiang Yan."

"I haven't heard you mention it?" The old mother raised her eyebrows and asked, "Female, right?" How did you meet? ”

"Classmates, how else can you get to know each other." I know that my mother thinks too much, even if she has a trace of unrealistic thoughts about Jiang Yan, people don't look down on me, the toad wants to eat swan meat, I still have this self-knowledge.

Before eleven o'clock, I was standing on Nanxinhua Street, next to the bus stop sign of Liulichang.

Generally when it comes to the glaze factory, the old Yanjing people will associate pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the outsiders will associate it with the antique street, which is also funny, and the place that impresses me the most is not the antique east and west street, but the north-south musical instrument store. From the old Yanjing fried sauce noodle restaurant to the south to the intersection of Hufang Bridge, the road of just two or three hundred meters is strangely full of musical instruments. However, with so many stores, the popularity is deserted, few people patronize them, and they don't know how they make money.

The scorching sun made my skin hurt slightly, so I rubbed my exposed arms and retreated to the eaves of a small shop a few meters away to escape the heat. This is not an antique shop, but a shop that sells modern handicrafts, crystal flags, solid wood carvings, Peking Opera masks, small souvenirs with Chinese flavor, and so on.

Foreigners who come to Yanjing almost always have to take a walk around Liulichang, and like the antique street, most of the turnover of this handicraft shop comes from the money in the pockets of foreigners.

After scanning the store, I was stunned, and my eyes fell on an ornamental plate glazed with pink flowers.

This plate is nothing special, it is not long in the year, the workmanship is rough, but the color matching is good, dozens of dollars.

What caught my attention was the thing represented on the back of the plate - porcelain.

A familiar memory rippled in my mind.

At that moment, I seemed to remember an event that could make me rich, but when I closed my eyes and thought about it, I couldn't remember what it was.

Chinaware...... Chinaware...... Chinaware......

I scratched at my half-length hair, and I silently recited those two words countless times in my mouth.

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[ps: My brother is getting married today, I don't know what time I can go home at night, so let's just move it to 12 o'clock at night. 】

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