Song Jun shook his head and said with great certainty: "The thing is not right, you also know that we are in the east of the village, and there is this thing in the handicrafts we make, and among the older generation of people, there are also people who are deeply familiar with this way, and the ink produced is also divided into three, six, nine and so on. But that inky color, I used to play with it a lot when I was a kid. ”

To be honest in the countryside, there is no good thing for children to play, when Song Jun was young, he was also very naughty, often playing with a few friends to ride horses and fight, and those inks sometimes inevitably became children's guns and ammunition, which were used as grenades.

To be honest, it is really not worth much to mix some ink with clay and squeeze it in the mold at most.

There may be nothing else in the countryside, but this soil, to be honest, is too much.

Therefore, Song Jun and their group of little guys will not be beaten except for a burst of scolding from adults. Therefore, Song Jun remembers such a thing vividly, good guy, who saw a single game when he was a child. That is, the hundreds of dried ink in the yard will still be remembered.

Therefore, Song Jun is very clear about the weight of this thing, and it cannot be so heavy. Because after all, it's all things that cut corners, a dozen yuan a wholesale, think about it, what kind of good thing can it be.

However, at this time, Song Jun weighed it, and the defective product in his hand was actually a heavy press.

If it weren't for Song Jun's childhood memories, he might not have been suspicious, maybe he was just as disdainful of this ink as Yue Shanfeng.

But after all, he has childhood memories and is well-informed, so he is suspicious. Gao Ming's eyes lit up at this time, and he seemed to hear something for the better, and immediately said, "Where did you say this thing is treasured." ”

At this time, Yue Shanfeng finally reluctantly stood up, pointed to the ink in Song Jun's hand and said, "What a baby, it looks like garbage, if you like it, then I will give it to you." ”

At this time, the police also came to the door, Yue Dalin reported the case, the police naturally wanted to come to the scene to find out, asked Yue Shanfeng, made a record, and took away the two incense burners.

When the police left, they also said that this liar is not ordinary arrogance, after all the scams are over, there are two incense burners left behind to mock the deceived people, and the police also swore that they will do their best to catch the liar.

I don't know if Yue Shanfeng forgot it, or if he didn't want to mention it at all, so he didn't tell the police about that ink at all.

Or it is that Yue Shanfeng himself is unwilling to lose people again, so obvious flaws can be seen at a glance, Yue Shanfeng is simply deceived by interests, and he cannot see the deception of the liar.

When she returned home, Yue's mother saw that her son was dejected and did not smile a little, and the whole person seemed to have lost her soul, and she couldn't bear to scold her son anymore.

Yue Dalin opened his mouth, and what he wanted to say was also a deep sigh, and sat heavily on the sofa.

Although he doesn't care about his son like a wife, he cares about his son no less than his wife.

It's just that the way of expression is different, in the Yue family, Yue Dalin is a strict father among the loving mothers. Yue Shanfeng and Yue Xiaoxian have been afraid of their father since they were children.

The loss of 160,000 yuan this time is not small, although the mother-in-law persuaded her son into the room, she couldn't bear to blame her son, but how to do her son's marriage and how to do the house, thinking of this, I couldn't help crying.

Yue Dalin knocked on the table and said: "What are you crying about, what's the big deal, isn't it 160,000 yuan, sell all my things, and if the down payment on the house is not saved, you should buy a lesson for your son, he will always grow up." ”

This is the responsibility, this is the weishenme, the head of the family is Yue Dalin, although Yue's mother often nagged on weekdays, it seems that the big and small things in the family are all Yue's mother in Zhang Luo, but when it really comes to the time when you need to make an idea, it is still Yue Dalin zuihou who has the final word.

Hearing his father's words, Yue Xiaoxian set off a huge wave in his heart, these collections, that is his father's hard work, many of them are good things that his father ran a few times and bought back more than a dozen times.

In the past, Yue Xiaoxian always saw his father holding a jar of calligraphy and painting that he had exchanged, and he admired it for a long time.

Sometimes he joked that when Yue Xiaoxian grew up, he would use this painting, or this jar or something to make a dowry for Yue Xiaoxian.

Although it is said that after the appraisal of experts, there are many fakes and not many valuable things of Yue Dalin, but this has not extinguished Yue Dalin's enthusiasm for collecting.

These things, although the value of each individual is not high, but together, to be honest, there are hundreds of thousands of absolutely no problem. My father said that he would sell all these things and buy a house for his eldest brother.

However, Yue Xiaoxian also saw a trace of loneliness in his father's eyes.

Yue's mother has always been against Yue Dalin's collection, Yue Shanfeng didn't care about what his father did before, that is, in the past two years, he saw that the antiques were valuable, so he made a fuss and said that he wanted to play with antiques, so he didn't know much about his father.

It is said that the daughter is her father's little padded jacket, and Yue Xiaoxian has unswervingly stood on her father's side since she was a child, and she is in the same group as her father. The mother-in-law always said that this girl was fed for nothing, and she was not with her at all.

Therefore, Yue Xiaoxian is very clear that his father's antiques are actually spiritual sustenance, and they are almost an inseparable part of his father's life.

However, now, I didn't expect that because of a mistake by my brother, my father actually made the idea of selling these antiques.

When Song Jun saw this, he took out the ink he brought back from the hotel and said: "Actually, you don't have to be so pessimistic, although Brother Yue was deceived like everyone else, and it was done by a group of liars, but Brother Yue still has a piece of ink left by the liar." ”

Yue Dalin took the piece of ink, took a look at it and returned it to Song Jun, this look is a handicraft and other things, not even an imitation of the antique shop, imitation Cheng Jun Fang Mo, it also costs a little money.

Therefore, Yue Dalin said unceremoniously: "This thing, dozens of yuan a piece, imitating the ink of the city monarch's room, has no sincerity at all." "Antique shop, even if it is an imitation, it is actually divided into high and low, in Yue Dalin's opinion, Song Jun's hand is a piece of garbage.