59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

"Xu Damao, where did you make your fortune?" Jia Zhang was tending to the winter wheat she had planted in the middle courtyard. When she saw Xu Damao coming in with a big bun on his back, she couldn't help but ask one more question.

"I want to get rich, but I'm not destined to do so."

Xu Damao replied.

Thinking that he would have to earn money to buy antiques and medicine in the future, he felt particularly worried.

He was not timid, but not big either!

Now it was only one or two yuan, but if he accumulated more, once he was caught, the transaction amount would exceed ten yuan, which would be enough to sentence him.

If it reached more than thirty yuan, he would meet a judge who did not follow the law, and he might end up in prison.

"What's in your bag?"

Jia Zhang revealed her true colors, and this was the question she wanted to ask.

"What's it to you?" Xu Damao was very sensitive and immediately retorted.

He felt guilty and his pace became much faster.

Qin Huairu, who was cooking, looked at Xu Damao and felt a little strange.

This guy was like his wife had died a few days ago, half dead, and sometimes he even stood guard at the door in the middle of the night, making her afraid to go to the toilet. Why is he suddenly in a good mood today?

A group of residents of Compound No. 95, who had no kitchen and could only cook lunch in the yard, looked at Xu Damao with different expressions.

"Is it food?"

"How is it possible? Xu Damao is not the kid next door who can fish from the water and catch rabbits from the mountain every day."

"Do you think the child in Widow Meng's belly is really his?"

"Nonsense, didn't I hear the experts from the affiliated hospital say that he is now nine thousand years old?"

Xu Damao returned to his home, opened the lock on the box with his key, and put the things in the bag in.

Widow Meng and her daughter were at home. After confirming her pregnancy, Widow Meng had been resting and nurturing the baby.

Xu Damao didn't dare to secretly look for the money he lost.

Meng Xiaoxing was very curious when she saw him carrying a bag, so she ran in to take a peek and found that it contained some small things, so she immediately lost interest.

She had never been to school, but she didn't know that it was an antique.

Unlike Cheng Jianjun who followed Zhengyangmen later, he learned the technology of making and selling fake antiques.

But Meng Xiaoxing was a little smart. Seeing that her stepfather had locked the things in the box, she guessed that the things must be worth some money.

"Dad, what are these things for?"

If it were before, Xu Damao would ignore the three of them, including Widow Meng.

But now that someone else is pregnant with his child, no matter how bad he is, he will not be hard on his son, so he just endured it!

"Don't touch these things. They belong to my friend. Keep them at home for now."

"If one of them is missing, our family will have to pay for it!"

Xu Damao was really worried that the three of them would sell the things, such as to the state-owned institutions in Liulichang.

He looked at Meng Xiaoxing and gave her a serious warning.

Meng Xiaozao was more obedient, but this stepdaughter was very restless.

She had used the names of neighbors and Han Chunming to build relationships before, and after being teased by Chen Feng several times, she was now trying to please another "rich woman" in the yard, He Yushui.

But He Yushui was also smart and didn't play with her at all.

"There are so many of these rags in the countryside, who wants them?"

Xu Damao said sternly: "I'm not kidding you, if you touch my lock, don't expect me to buy meat."

Hearing this, Meng Xiaoxing immediately became obedient.

Eating meat and new clothes are her lifeblood.

One pinch and one is accurate.

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, Guan Yushan moved back again.

So Chen Feng only made a roast duck at noon, and divided the remaining roast duck into two, one for Lao Guan, who was his antique teacher after all, and who had given him a lot of good things recently, and one for Paolan Hou.

The gold that the old man gave him during the Spring Festival was really a big surprise for him.

Although Paolan Hou and Guan Yushan, these two sworn enemies, usually eat steamed buns, they are both very arrogant.

For such people, proper respect must be given.

So after lunch early, he took the roast duck and took Chen Li to visit Guan Yushan.

Guan Shan had already eaten, but when he saw the roast duck and a bottle of Xinghuacun, he felt hungry again!

"Cut me a pound and heat it up. I haven't tasted roast duck for a few years."

Chen Feng was about to give him a portion, but Guan Laokou changed his mind again.

"A pound is too much. Just cut me a piece."

Is it necessary to cut a piece?

Chen Feng glanced at the old man. Is he teasing me?

Seeing Chen Li also looking at the roast duck, Guan Shan smiled and said, "Take off the duck legs. Two pieces of meat, don't

It's hot, so as not to waste coal. "

Sure, this old guy is really stingy!

Thinking of the antiques that the old man gave him, Chen Feng felt that he needed to be nicer to him in the future, and he must not let these things be trampled in Guan Xiaoguan's hands.

Tear off a duck wing, and then a duck leg, and took out a bag of fried peanuts.

Pick up a cup and pour a few taels of wine.

"Teacher, are you sure you want to eat a bite?"

Guan Yushan took the duck leg and gave it to Chen Li, and took the duck wing himself and put it to the tip of his nose to smell it.

"The smell is a bit worse, not as good as Tian Wenkuan's craftsmanship."

Tian Wenkuan is the fourth-generation roast duck chef of Quanjude. He is usually in the main store, and his disciples are in charge of the Wangfujing branch.

Chen Feng didn't expect Guan Yushan to have such a sharp nose that he could even smell the authentic and branch rudders. Is this Lai Fu possessed?

Guan Yushan didn't eat it directly, but took a sip of Xinghua Village wine first.

"The wine is good, it's still the original recipe, and it still tastes familiar. "

Chen Feng glanced at him again.

"Would you like some?" Guan Yushan drank happily, and then said "falsely" politely.

"Come on, I drink soda."

Chen Feng put the cap on the bottle to prevent the smell of alcohol from disappearing.

Guan Yushan slowly finished eating the duck wings, and then drank a little wine and ate with peanuts.

Judging from his speed, he could probably eat for an entire afternoon.

Chen Li couldn't stay after finishing the duck legs.

Guan Yushan's first and second most things were antiques, and books, but there were few things that children liked.

"Xiao Feng, go to the back, the house behind this room, there is a stool for children to sit and play, take it out and give it to Xiao Lili. "

Guan Shan threw the key to him and asked him to find it himself.

Chen Feng had no choice but to go into the house and look for the stool that Guan Shan mentioned.

He was actually quite curious about this locked house.

This is a warehouse, with antique shelves on both sides, the shelves are full of small things, and in the middle are cabinets, tables, and stools stacked together.

Only the aisle in the middle is left, which can only be passed by leaning sideways.

"Hehe, big pot, you can't find me."

Chen Li likes this kind of narrow space, which is most suitable for hide-and-seek.

"Yeah, I can't find you."

Chen Feng responded casually, his eyes were already fascinated by the antiques in this room.

Especially the jade ornaments, seals, calligraphy and paintings on the antique shelves, there are too many, and you can definitely build a private museum in the future.

"Teacher, your family business is too rich! "

Guan Guanshan, who was eating peanuts and drinking Fenjiu outside, glanced at the house and continued to drink his wine.

Chen Feng searched for a few minutes but couldn't find the stool that Guan Guanshan said "the children sat and played".

"Teacher, are you sure it's in this room?"

"Yes!"

Just when he was distracted and asked Guan Guanshan, Chen Li quietly got into a "black hole".

"Big Pot, come find me quickly. "