Nostalgia: Starting from the Siheyuan

Chapter 291 At best, it is a handicraft (Part [-])
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Xu Damao looked at Qin Huairu's leaving back, her graceful figure twisted and twisted.

"I only see thieves eating meat, but I don't see thieves being beaten. I want to make money, but I don't want to share the risk. Is there such a good thing in this world?" Xu Damao secretly spurned, and looked at the broken vase on the ground with distress.

Qin Huairu returned to her home and looked at Bang Geng'er who had already fallen asleep.Eyes worried.

In this world, you can't get all the good things by yourself. You don't know who is swimming naked until the sea tide ebbs. Qin Huairu doesn't know anything about antique calligraphy and painting.

But she also understands that outside the alley, it has already become a trend, which can be regarded as a hot spot, but there is no such good thing in the world.

"For the time being, let you mess around for a while, if it doesn't work, I just don't know what you will do." Qin Huairu sighed.

Reluctantly fell asleep.

He Yuzhu got up early in the morning, looking at the sky outside the house, the drizzle was falling, the weather was a bit cold, the north wind was blowing, and the vines outside the house were already covered with supports.

Bunches of grapes hang crystal clear on the beams.

I picked one and threw it into my mouth.

"A little sour."

"Pillar, are you up yet?" Someone outside the house knocked on the painted mahogany door.

Xu Huizhen came out of the kitchen, still holding a shovel in her hand, and glanced at He Yuzhu who was picking grapes with her daughter in her arms.

"Why don't you open the door, someone is shouting outside?" Xu Huizhen looked at the two playful masters speechlessly.

"If you don't open it, you can tell by the sound that you are not a good person." He Yuzhu glanced at the mahogany door lightly.

"Forget it, I'll see who it is, and if it doesn't work, I'll blow him away." Xu Huizhen opened the mahogany door and looked at a plainly dressed old man outside the house.

Courteous.

"Zhuzi, the third master is here to see you." The third master didn't care about Xu Huizhen blocking the door, and walked in directly, with a look of enthusiasm on his face.

I don't know what bad move I'm holding back?

"It turned out to be the third master. What kind of wind blows you to me." He Yuzhu gave the enthusiastic third master a cold look.

This guy is a typical representative of stinginess, plus taking advantage, never one step behind others.

A penny can't wait to be the owner of a dollar.

"Zhuzi, isn't the wind outside more noisy?" The third master looked helplessly at He Yushuizhu who had a cold expression.

Didn't feel embarrassed at all.

"You're so thick-skinned." He Yuzhu? "

"I heard Zhuzi, haven't you always liked to collect antiques? A few days ago, Third Master, I accidentally found a treasure from a small vendor for you to grasp." Third Master took out a small object from his arms familiarly.

He Yuzhu glanced lightly, the nine-story pagoda,
Bronze-coated, the base is a bit green and seems to be covered with rust.

"Third Master, please go back. Now I don't collect antique calligraphy and paintings, mainly because I have no money." He Yuzhu refused lightly.

Fake things that can be seen at a glance, that is, a little weird feeling, rare ones may not be real, that is, bullying those who have never seen it, making up a history album at random, thinking that it can be packaged as real.

It's a pity that a fake is a fake, even if it is made old by special techniques, it is still a fake.

"Silly Zhu..." The third master shouted in a moment of impatience.

"You didn't even take a look at that, just made a hasty decision like this."

He Yuzhu glanced lightly, and he really thought it was a nine-story demon tower. According to a weird legend, according to the craftsmanship of the ancestors, it is impossible to have such exquisite craftsmanship.

Pushing forward, it is at most a thing of the Qing Dynasty, but in the Qing Dynasty, there was nothing but porcelain and tea civilization.

silk?
I have never heard of the origin of this small pagoda. It is estimated that it was imitated by modern craftsmanship at most. Don't look at the eaves above, there are also carved dragons with nine sons.

But the masterwork, that is, the Ming Dynasty.

"Third Master, don't read it, it's useless." He Yuzhu directly interrupted Third Master's speech.

It doesn't make sense to come to the door early in the morning to cheat. He hasn't had breakfast yet, isn't it a bit unreasonable.

"Silly Zhu, I don't know gold inlaid with jade. I don't know such a good thing." The third master said to himself.

He glanced at He Yuzhu regretfully.

The piece of rag put away the nine-story pagoda and put it in his trouser pocket.

He Yuzhu snorted.

"What the hell, this is not even a plan to cheat, just come to the door to grab it, the first uncle, the second uncle are normal objects anyway, one is moved by emotion, the other is moved by reason, anyway, there is still something, but There seems to be no difference between your nine-story demon tower and the Xibei souvenirs bought in tourist attractions in later generations."

Is this bullying that I haven't been out of Forty-Nine City, or traveled to other places?

He Yuzhu sighed.

I really think he is a big fool, he doesn't even want the most basic morals, and insists on taking money out of his trouser pockets.

Ha ha.

The people outside are all thieves, ordinary people just play for fun, maybe it’s okay, as for the rich, which one is not literary and martial arts, with [-] kinds of martial arts.

The most likely reason for slapping face and spending some unjust money is that the story is well-written, there is a source, there really must be in history, and recently someone has indeed discovered it.

The time, place, and person are all there, and the rest depends on your own vision, whether it is sharp-eyed, if it is, then it is naturally missed, if it is not, then it can only be eye-catching.

That's why they are all introduced by acquaintances. Strangers, they won't even look at you. Well, even rich people are afraid of being cheated.

The reason why Su Meng was deceived so many times was because she believed that Meng Xiaoxing and Cheng Jianjun were from the same alley.

If it's a stranger, see if Su Meng wants it.

That's why Han Chunming could pinch Cheng Jianjun's tricks behind his back. If they were strangers, even Han Chunming, the Chosen One, would not be able to find them in the vast crowd.

Acquaintances socialize.

Stabbing a knife in the back, but drinking human blood naked.

"Zhuzi, what's the matter with the third master." Xu Huizhen arranged the food, and called He Yuzhu and his daughter to sit at the small dining table and eat.

"It's nothing, just a liar who came to the door on his own initiative, so stay away from them in the future." He Yuzhu reminded.

Xu Huizhen nodded.

The courtyard house that He Yuzhu lived in before, the people in it really had a bad reputation, and no one knew that the alley was full.How many fools have been made.

It's just disdain and talk.

"I see something in the third master's hand. Is it useful?" Xu Hui really didn't understand, but just glanced at it from a distance.

"It's useless. It's just a fake. I don't know who it is. I made a small object in my spare time. Have you ever seen the Leifeng Pagoda with the white lady on the side of the West Lake turned into an antique? At best A beautiful work of art."

(End of this chapter)