"August Mai Sheng, Tiangang Jisi"

Song Shijiang curiously rubbed the two different Ding furnace in his hand, but saw that the wall of the furnace was engraved with eight big characters of "August Maisheng, Tiangang Jisi".

This Ding furnace is like a Ding non-Ding, like a furnace is not a furnace, it is a treasure that Song Shijiang just started. Alone in a foreign land, his biggest hobby after teaching is to wander around the antique street not far from the school, not because he loves antiques, in fact, he is idle. Squat down here and touch this thing; There was a stop, chatting with the stall owner, and the afternoon passed. Of course, he also buys antiques, and when he sees something interesting and eccentric, he always wants to start, but he has no choice but to be a teacher's salary is just a few boys, and he has not seen him make a few shots in the past two or three years, but the stall owners have laughed at it a few times.

In the afternoon of this day, it was no class time, and Song Shijiang put his hands in his coat pockets as usual, and walked all the way to the antique street. As in every day, there are still a few stalls sparsely placed on the street, selling ancient coins, jade, calligraphy and paintings, and real and fake jewelry; There are still very few shoppers, and the stall owners are listless and doing their own things. Song Shijiang didn't care, what he wanted was this leisure, he wandered all the way, stopping from time to time to look at and touch those so-called antique things.

"Hey, man, here's coming!" A lazy chuckle next to him suddenly sounded.

Song Shijiang turned his head to see that he was a somewhat familiar stall owner, and he also responded with a smile: "Yes, come and shop." ”

"What do you see?" The stall owner lazily leaned on the dirty recliner that he couldn't recognize his true colors, and said to Jiang Nunu in the Song Dynasty: "I just got a batch of goods, take a look?" ”

Song Shijiang looked at the stall, and sure enough, there were more antiques on the stall. He smiled, threw a cigarette to the stall owner, ignored the stall owner, squatted down, and went over curiously one by one. Suddenly, a gadget came into Song Shijiang's eyes, it was a copper furnace about ten centimeters high and six or seven centimeters wide. It is not suitable to say that it is a furnace, but it can also be said to be a tripod, with three legs to prop up, no cover on it, and no decoration on the body, but it is also quaint. Song Shijiang curiously took the Ding furnace in his hand, hey, it was heavy, and there was a bit of copper in it.

"How much money does this thing have?" Song Shijiang asked.

The stall owner was too lazy to get up, and replied: "You actually asked for a price today?" This furnace has just been harvested from the countryside, ancient goods, all copper. ”

Song Shijiang touched the Ding furnace and said, "Brother, you know, I don't have any money." Take the paperweight back from this stove and put it fresh on the desk. Let's talk about a price. ”

"Okay, a thousand, it's cheaper for you." The stall owner actually didn't slaughter it, everyone on this street knows that it has been open for three years, but he also knows too well that Song Shijiang is a poor baby.

"Four hundred, four hundred in my bag. Sell not? ”

"Hey, man, I said you're going to have to be ruthless too...... the stall owner was so angry that he wanted to get up.

Song Shijiang grinned, threw the money ticket on the stall owner, and said with a smile: "Brother, just these two dollars, do you owe them?" "Holding the Ding furnace and pretending to go.

The stall owner couldn't cry or laugh, he held the four red pieces on his belly: "Come on, man, you are ruthless, four hundred, I will help you bring me." ”

"You've taken my money, that's it." Song Shijiang saw the opportunity and immediately escorted the Ding furnace and left. "Let's go, brother, thank you for helping me bring ......"

In this way, Song Shijiang finally bought back an antique. The first thing he did when he got back to his dormitory was to pick it up in front of his desk. This furnace is covered in ashes, black with red and yellow, and the age is there. He picked up the tablecloth and wiped the stove, and when he fumbled, he found that there were several Ding inscriptions engraved on the wall of the Ding furnace, "August Mai Sheng, Tiangang Jisi". It's a shame that I'm a middle school Chinese teacher, so I know each other. But what does it mean? Song Shijiang didn't bother to delve into it, he just thought that the dual-purpose paperweight and pen holder used in this Ding furnace were handsome, chic and not out of the ordinary, Xiao Li next door should be envious.

Song Shijiang was stinky, and he couldn't help but take out a cigarette and light it. "August Mai Sheng, Tiangang Jisi", he admired the Ding Furnace, unconsciously muttering these eight characters. On his right hand, the cigarette ash accidentally fell into the Ding furnace, and he naturally stretched out his right hand and gently flicked it into the Ding furnace......

The loud sound of "boom ......" sounded, and Song Shijiang's eyes went dark.