"Kid, dad, do you think what Xiao Shi said is true? Is this bowl really worth tens of thousands? Although Mother Zhong spoke to Father Zhong, who was sitting at the table and smoking a dry cigarette, her eyes unconsciously glanced at the white porcelain bowl placed on the coffee table in the hall.

Since the youngest son heard that this bowl is worth tens of thousands of yuan, Zhong's mother was so frightened that she didn't dare to use this white porcelain bowl to serve rice.

Zhong's mother's real surname is Liu, and she only has a Chinese beginning, but in that era, junior high school students were not simple. The Zhong family bought an SH watch and a Phoenix brand bicycle before marrying Liu Lan home. Liu Lan has been to the farthest place, that is, the county seat dozens of miles away, and has handled dozens of yuan at most, where has she seen tens of thousands of dollars?

Father Zhong didn't answer, he drank the bad wine in the bowl with a "snort", and then took a pair of chopsticks to fry peanuts, and chewed it with taste.

"Kid, dad, you have something to say!" Liu Lan saw that her husband was silent, only drinking and smoking, and couldn't help complaining in a low voice.

At this time, it was already dark, Zhong Shi had already gone to bed after dinner, and Zhong's father and mother were left to sit around the table and discuss in a low voice to the dim oil lamp.

Zhong Shi also has an older sister, but now attends junior high school in the town and can only return home on weekends.

"I'm thinking, this thing is true nine times out of ten, my dad used to say that when the educated youth gave him this bowl, it was very similar to the same thing. If it's really worth tens of thousands of dollars, then it's just right to do business, isn't it often said on the radio that GD has a special zone over there, I want to go over and take a look. Father Zhong put down his chopsticks and said thoughtfully.

"Xiao Shi is only eight years old, what can such a young child know?" After hearing this, Zhong Mu couldn't help but shout, and her voice unconsciously improved a lot.

"Shhhh Don't you think our son, since he got sick, has become different from before? Father Zhong made a small gesture, then poured half a bowl of wine from the bottle and took a sip.

"Drink! Drink! Drink! You know how to drink! I thought you didn't find out! Seeing that Father Zhong was still in a leisurely manner, Zhong's mother was on fire in her heart, she grabbed the wine bottle, put it heavily on the table, and let out a low "bang".

"Oops, I said you can't just tap it!" Father Zhong grabbed the wine bottle like lightning, looked at the bottom of the bottle carefully, and saw that there were no cracks, so he was relieved. "Xiaoshi is much more sensible than before, not noisy or noisy, and still in a daze at every turn, I was worried about whether there were any sequelae at first, and then Da Yizi (Zhongyi) said that it was an enlightenment, and I put my mind at ease."

"Is that really what you say?" Mother Zhong stopped cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks in her hand, and looked at Father Zhong with surprise and joy. For the words of the only college student in the village, Zhong Mu undoubtedly believed it very much.

"Hmmm! Don't worry, it shouldn't be a big deal, I'll take him to the county seat in two days to see if anyone buys this bowl, if not, I'll go to the south again. Father Zhong took a big sip of wine, and hummed "Shajiabang" in a low voice while he was slightly drunk:

"After deceiving the Oriental soldiers, I escaped a catastrophe ......"

Zhong Mu gave him a blank look, and took the dishes and chopsticks to clean herself.

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Early the next morning, the people who got up early had not yet started cooking, and the village remembered the sound of the tractor, the tractor was a rare thing in these years, and there was no tractor in Zhongzhuang.

The Zhong father and son had already packed their luggage and waited for the tractor to come. In fact, they didn't have any luggage, just a few clothes to change into, and the white porcelain bowl that was tightly wrapped in haode.

"Yo! Where is this going? A middle-aged woman with a sharp beak and monkey cheeks at the head of the village saw the Zhong father and son holding the box and shouted loudly, as if she was afraid that others would not hear her.

"It turned out to be Sister-in-law Bu, I got up so early, I went to the county seat with Xiaoshi." Father Zhong had a faint smile on his face and greeted the middle-aged woman who was babbling.

This sister-in-law is a big mouth, and in less than half a day, the entire Zhongzhuang will know the whereabouts of the Zhong family and his son. She relied on a little kinship with a certain cadre in the township, and often chewed her tongue in the village and told right and wrong. Of course, Father Zhong doesn't like such people, but because of the villagers, he can only say hello.

Bidding farewell to this disgusting sister-in-law, Zhong's father said hello to a few villagers who were watching the excitement around the tractor, and then got on the tractor with Zhong Shi and rushed to the county seat in the black smoke of "Tututu".

This tractor belongs to a friend of Zhong's father, and his friend will send a batch of bricks to the brick factory in the county every half month.

The tractor walked on the dirt road, very bumpy, Zhongshi, who was holding the white porcelain bowl tightly in his arms, stumbled along the way, and was hit by the bricks around him.

Bidding farewell to the worker, the Zhong father and son walked around the county. While eating steamed buns, Zhong Shi looked around, trying to find a place to buy antiques as soon as possible.

"Hey, the movie theater, it's "Shaolin Temple"!" Father Zhong looked at the huge artificial oil painting poster and muttered to himself.

"Shaolin Temple" in 1982 caused a sensation in the entire Chinese Shijie, and people saw the charm of action movies for the first time, and they went crazy for the monk Jueyuan in the movie.

At that time, the movie ticket in mainland China was only a dime, and the box office of this movie reached an astonishing 100 million yuan, that is, a total of 1 billion people watched this movie, and in the 1982 census, the total population of China was only about 130 million.

"Shaolin Temple" not only became popular in the future Chinese film industry of a generation of superstar Jet Li, but also influenced a generation of young people, in that era, Songshan Shaolin Temple became a holy place for hot-blooded young people, many childish young people ran away from home and went to HN to learn art.

Although Father Zhong has passed the age of hot-blooded Fanggang, this famous movie still has enough attraction for him.

"What's so nice, the action design and the scenes are so rough, they just can't be more rotten!" Zhong Shi pursed his lips disdainfully and muttered quietly. In his mind, "Jingwu Hero" and "Tai Chi Zhang Sanfeng" are the pinnacle of Jet Li's action movies, but now Jet Li has not gone to Hong Kong to develop, so naturally there will be no such two movies.

Although it is only a small county town, there may be hundreds of counties in the whole of China that are bigger and more prosperous than it. But for Zhong Shi, this may be the place where he made his fortune, so he looked at it very carefully.

In these days, it is impossible to open an antique shop, and it is impossible to open a company, so those who collect antiques are most likely to appear in the thrift market.

The most famous antique markets are the Panjiayuan Market in Yanjing in the north and the Yu Garden in the south, where there are still few counterfeits of antiques in this era, and the newly rich people began to intervene in the antique market, and cultural relics dealers often went to the countryside to collect antiques.

In this small county, some people also began to put away antiques, and they sold the antiques they collected here at a low price to antique dealers in big cities at a high price, and made the difference from the price.

However, the most important thing in this line of play is eyesight, if you hit the eye (jargon: look away), it is very likely that you will lose all your money. The cultural relics dealers in small places are better, and the investment capital is not very much, even if they are eye-catching, they will not lose too much.

Zhong Shi told Father Zhong about his analysis, and Father Zhong also felt that it made sense, so he stopped an uncle who collected the rags, took out a big front door, and asked politely:

"Master, I want to ask you something, do you know where in this county to collect old goods, that is, to buy antiques?"

The dark-faced uncle put down the tattered pick, took the cigarette, put it under his nose and sniffed greedily, and then replied absentmindedly:

"What are you going to sell, and where you want to collect antiques? If you ask me, you are asking the right person, I know that there is a big boss who has been collecting old calligraphy and paintings, bottles and cans in the county. If you give me another cigarette, I'll take you there, how about it? Cousin. ”

Father Zhong hurriedly handed over another cigarette, lit it for him, took a beautiful puff of the tattered uncle, and put the previous cigarette on his ear, and then picked up the tattered burden and walked forward, shouting as he walked: "Collect the tattered, take out the waste paper and copper and iron of the wine bottle and sell it......"

Zhong Shi in his previous life was born in a well-off family, and he had never seen such a market life, and he was a little curious when he first saw it, but as the screams of the tattered uncle became louder and louder, and there were more and more onlookers around, his face became red.

The busy crowd in the county town looked at a man who was shouting loudly as if no one was around, followed by a father and son people, among whom the little blushing boy was still holding a large package tightly in his arms, so they stopped what they were doing and looked at the strange pair, and more good people pointed at them. Father Zhong obviously also noticed that something was wrong, and hurriedly handed a large front door to the middle-aged man who had collected the tatters, urging him to hurry up.

The middle-aged man got the benefit, but also felt a little embarrassed, stopped shouting and strode forward. The Zhong father and son, dressed in simple clothes, followed closely behind him and soon disappeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"Boss, someone is selling antiques today!" The middle-aged man walked to a tattered place on the outskirts of the city in one breath, put down the burden on his shoulders, and poured a large mouthful of cold water from the green kettle he carried, and then shouted breathlessly.

"Oh? Are these two? Don't know what you're trying to sell? Out of the tattered station came a man in a robe and a horse coat, and said with a smile on his face.

This person is about fifty years old, with a watermelon hat on his head, a wrinkled face full of pockmarks, a mustache on his lips, if it weren't for the lack of a mole, and the lack of long braids on the back of his head, Zhong Shi thought he had met a genuine master of Shaoxing!

"Boss, where's my bounty?" Before Father Zhong could answer, the middle-aged man who had collected the tatters hurriedly asked.

"Yours are indispensable!" There was a hint of disgust on the master's face, and with a wave of his hand, a yellow and clear five-dime coin flew in front of the middle-aged man.

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