Yang Xiaole rode the car and walked, thinking that he was finally back to his old job.

I'll fool the old lady with this for a while.

I don't know if it's going to work.

Only then did I realize halfway through that Lin Junsheng seemed to be in class today!

As soon as the brakes stopped, I wondered if I should go to school to find him.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that Dalong and Huzi can cooperate with him, and no one else can cooperate with him.

The front of the car turned and walked towards the soldiers and horses.

But not over there, but in a middle school separated by two alleys.

When I came to the school gate, I rode in.

"Hey, what are you doing! Which class? ”

As soon as I was about to enter, I was stopped by the doorman.

Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "Oh, uncle, I am looking for Lin Junsheng from the third class of junior high school, he has something at home, and his father asked me to come to him." ”

"Which alley?"

"No. 64 Terracotta Hutong!"

"Oh, okay, let's go in, don't run around!"

"Hey, thank you!"

Seeing that he was let go, he thanked him and rode into the school.

The school is still relatively new, a three-story teaching building stands there, and there are some low-rise old tiled houses next to it, and the sound of classes can be heard from inside.

After searching around, I found Lin Junsheng's class on the third floor.

I didn't rush to call someone, I stood at the top of the stairs and waited there.

After waiting for 20 minutes, I heard the sound of the school bell ringing, and it was the end of class.

As the teacher came out, the students suddenly came out to play.

Yang Xiaole came to the window of the class, looked inside, and saw Lin Junsheng sitting at the back at a glance.

I didn't see the figure of the tiger.

"Great Dragon!"

shouted through the window to the inside.

Lin Junsheng was surprised when he heard the familiar voice and saw his face again.

Curious, he walked out.

"How did you get to school?"

This time I didn't call Uncle Mouse.

Yang Xiaole said to him: "Come here, discuss something with you, and do me a favor tomorrow." ”

After saying that, he walked towards the staircase.

After a while, I came downstairs.

"What's wrong, Uncle Mouse? What do you need to help? ”

After Lin Junsheng followed, he felt strange for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole said: "I'll tell you something, you help me, I'll send you something in the evening, you just say that 8 yuan will be collected, just make up a place and people, I don't care who it is...... When the time comes, when you see someone around me, don't say anything. Just pretend to collect things for me, okay? ”

Tell me what you planned.

I didn't mention his mother and eldest brother.

The price is also not too high offered.

In the eyes of people who don't know the goods, it is generally only a few dollars.

Lin Junsheng agreed without thinking: "Okay, I understand what you mean." When will something be given to me. ”

"Give it to you at noon or night, if your father asks, just tell me about me, and ah, don't smack me, or I'll beat you!"

Yang Xiaole explained, and then said: "When the time comes, I'll give you 8 yuan, and the money will be given to you, spend it yourself, give me a little smart, do you hear?" ”

Hearing that there was still money to spend, and it was still 8 yuan, Lin Junsheng was happy for a while.

"Okay, don't worry, I promise to provide you like a baby."

8 yuan is a lot of money.

Completely forget that the money is still earned from their family!

But think about it, it's the same price to buy from outside, and there is a risk, not to mention, you may not be able to get so much.

It's a pity that I still didn't bring meat this time.

Yang Xiaole smiled and nodded: "That's okay, it's decided like this!" By the way, won't you go back to dinner at noon? ”

"Go back, it's so close! My mother doesn't go to work either. ”

"Okay, you don't care about me, I may send it to you at noon, or I may send it to you after school in the evening."

"Done! Anytime. ”

After the decision was made, Yang Xiaole nodded: "Okay, then you go to class!" I'll go first! ”

It's inconvenient now, so I can only pick the time.

The other party nodded in agreement.

Say hello and go back to class.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole had no need to stay, so he rode away.

Thinking that I have to take my mother to open my eyes tomorrow, I have to familiarize myself with the road over there first, otherwise if I go to the dark, it will be exposed!

Oh, Mom!

It's too hard.

It's actually okay to find someone to pretend to collect things, but the credibility is too low.

The old lady doesn't know anything, but it doesn't mean she's stupid!

I inquired about the specific location of the glaze factory, and on the side of Nancheng, I rode over.

The place is not too close, along the Fuyou Street in front of the door of the old man Tong who went in the morning, and you can reach the place all the way to the south.

Half an hour by bike.

In fact, there are buses passing by, and while inquiring about the route of the bus, I ride a bicycle and look at the scenery around me.

After crossing Chang'an Avenue and riding for a while, I came to the vicinity of Liulichang Street.

One East Street, one West Street.

Rong Bao Zhai was on West Street, turning his head and walking towards West Street.

It is worthy of the ancient cultural street in the past, and the tall ancient buildings with antique colors and carved beams are located here.

The roofs are all beautifully glazed tiles.

The façade of Gundam looks like a famous hotel near Kyoto.

Guyi Zhai, Tiangong Pavilion, Aloft Pavilion, Yide Pavilion,......

Most of them are bookstores and various cultural toy stores.

At this time, it was still a shop, unlike later generations, where various roadside stalls were directly gathered together, all of which were one by one.

All kinds of books, calligraphy and paintings, pen, ink, paper, inkstone, musical instruments...... Basically everything.

Although it was a Saturday, there were still a lot of people inside, and there were a small number of foreigners who were buying and selling in the shop accompanied by interpreters.

Rong Bao Zhai!

It didn't take long for me to come to my destination, and I knew the specific location of this place.

Yang Xiaole found a place to park the car and walked inside.

After entering, the inside is divided into two sides, one side is the place to buy pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and the other side is an exhibition hall, and there are a lot of things on the Bogu shelf inside.

There are bottles and jars, jade carvings, seals, gourds, and all kinds of miscellaneous things.

There are also some calligraphy and paintings.

I have been practicing calligraphy for many years, and I naturally know the characters on it.

At first glance, it was basically written by modern people or people who couldn't name them.

After all, it's not the business.

At this time, there were several groups of people in the hall watching things, one of them was a wave of foreigners, accompanied by a translator in a suit and a man in a tunic next to him.

Yang Xiaole didn't care, but continued to look in the calligraphy and painting.

"Huh!"

There was a modern work that caught his attention.

Pine Eagle

And looking at the drop, it was actually Qi Baishi.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole pondered there, is this thing for sale?

Many people know Qi Baishi's shrimp.

But in fact, after he learned about it later, he learned that Qi Baishi's best painting was actually "Pine Eagle Picture".

There are several versions of the "Pine Eagle", which are treasured in major museums.

I didn't expect it to be sold here.

When I saw the price marked on it at 168 yuan, I also felt that the price was too low.

In this era, it can be said that the price is high.

After all, the old man just passed away last year.

However, he also heard that when exports earned foreign exchange in 91, one of the old man's paintings was sold for 30,000 2.

Or Forex.

He didn't know exactly which painting it was.

Not the most famous shrimp anyway.

"Hey, master, can you help you take this?"

As he thought, a voice came from the side.

I saw an old lady in patches at the counter, holding a large bowl in her hand and asking there.

The diameter of the bowl is about 20 centimeters, and the height is 15 centimeters.

It's kind of like a soup bowl.

I saw that the bowl body was warm and smooth, the whole body was sapphire blue, and the bowl body was dotted with white spots, which was distinctive.

The white glaze inside is already a little white.

The reception was a middle-aged waiter in his thirties.

The other party took it and looked inside and out, frowned, and then looked at the payment at the bottom.

Yang Xiaole stretched out his head to take a look.

Ming Xuande year.

There are also two blue circles on the outside.

Seeing this thing, Yang Xiaole recalled this thing, and only remembered it after a while.

Damn, it's all good stuff to see today!

J Dezhen kiln sprinkled with blue glaze bowl.

It's not a soup bowl, it's just a bowl.

And there's a provenance for this thing.

There is also an absurd thing involved in this.

It is said that the emperor at that time, Zhu Zhanji, liked to fight crickets, and later became obsessed with dice rolling.

He ordered J Dezhen to fire a batch of porcelain specifically for shaking dice, and it should be unique and distinctive.

At that time, the emperor's words were heaven, how dare the people below slack off, after night and day research, finally sprinkled blue glaze was born.

Later, Zhu Zhanji was busy with state affairs and died after only ten years in power.

After that, the blue glaze is no longer fired.

It is also because of its high cost and extremely complex process, which gradually withdrew from the historical stage and has been lost.

This thing is no longer an antique, but a cultural relic.

The waiter looked at it for a while, and then asked the old lady, "Auntie, how much do you want to sell?" If the price is right, we will collect it for you. ”

Where does the old lady understand!

After thinking about it for a while, she finally quoted what she thought was a sky-high price.

"80, give me eighty, this bowl will belong to you, our tattered Hou over there has asked me a few times, I feel that this is a good thing, didn't the street office advertise it before? When you say you're collecting something, I'll ask you. ”

Explaining so much, in fact, I just want to sell it at a good price.

The waiter smiled: "Okay, you wait a while, I'll ask, I can't be the master of this price." ”

"Hey, good, good! You go and ask. ”

When Yang Xiaole heard this, he pondered there.

He had also inquired about a few things before.

The year before last, when the cultural relics store was operated by the public and private sectors, it was for export to earn foreign exchange, and at the same time, it was also to recover cultural relics that had been displaced by the people during the war.

It was also publicized for a while.

There was a wave of selling stuff at that time.

However, the vast majority of people are ordinary items, which are not of high value, and the appraised price of a few cents and a few yuan.

Those who have the ability, financial resources, and vision are all hidden.

The huge amount of work did not pay off, and they did not charge for the cheap ones. Slowly, there are no ordinary people.

Looking at the anxious old lady, he was thinking that if the other party didn't accept it for a while, he would accept it.

Unfortunately, the idea is good.

After a while, the waiter came down and smiled at the old lady: "Auntie, our shopkeeper said that we have collected this thing for 80, and I will give you the money." ”

"Hey, good, good!"

Hearing this, the old lady was overjoyed.

80 bucks!

The waiter took a list from the counter, and without asking the old lady about the situation, he directly opened a list.

By the way, I counted 80 yuan and handed it to her.

"Auntie, you have collected this money and list!"

"Hey, okay, thank you!"

The old lady took it and left happily.

Yang Xiaole saw this scene next to him and secretly scolded that it was really black, give 80 for such a good thing, and ask me to give at least an integer of 100!

Isn't this bullying people who don't understand?

But it's not surprising to think that it's a public-private partnership now.

It's still going to make money.

It is worthy of a time-honored antique shop, and there are still people in it who know the goods!

After thinking about it for a while, he still asked, "That, master, did you sell that thing just now?" ”

The waiter smiled and shook his head: "I'm sorry, that's not for sale." I'll have to send it to the Cultural Relics Bureau in a while! ”

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole knew that this was the result.

Missing out on hundreds of millions!

(End of chapter)