Portable Museum

Chapter 11 Love Noodle House
Originally, I went to Pigeon Market today simply to exchange for some national food stamps, which will still be popular for several years.

In the end, because of what happened in the trust store, Zhang Junping was moved in a different way.

The antiques of this era are not like those written in online novels, the streets are full of genuine ones, and the price of cabbage.

Um!Compared with foreign prices, it is indeed the price of cabbage.

However, as a good young man who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, dumping antiques and cultural relics outside, this kind of thing of giving birth to a son without an asshole, he must not do it.

Then you have to find a way to make money.

It just so happened that his current job gave him convenient conditions.

Well, the collection of antiques starts from Daoye.

No problem.

It is a good way to make money by dumping mountain goods from the northeast.

Moreover, his golden finger gave him great convenience.

Not only are we dumping mountain goods from the Northeast, but since we have gone to the Northeast, we are sorry for the cultivation of the party and the country for so many years, and also for our golden fingers.

What does the old man lack?

Zhang Junping recalled some movies and TV shows about Dao Ye, as well as news reports.

Ah!
What to eat, use, wear, wear, it seems that except for heavy industrial products and mineral resources, Lao Maozi lacks everything.

People trade toothbrushes for airplanes, can I trade Erguotou for some coal?
Anyway, it is all material procurement, the same at home and abroad.

Purchasing from abroad does not have to compete with domestic brothers for limited resources.

Zhang Junping began to diverge his thinking, and the more he thought about it, it seemed that this matter could really be done.

While thinking wildly, his stomach growled to remind Zhang Junping that it's time, you don't need to eat for your brain, but my stomach can't.

Zhang Junping groped around the room, not knowing what to eat.

It has been ten days and a half months since I went out, and the pots at home are covered with rust.

Zhang Junping didn't bother to wash the pot, so he went out and came to the entrance of the alley.

There is a noodle shop here that sells the same thing, fried noodles.

It is said that this noodle shop existed before liberation.

Although it was later nationalized and managed by the street, the people who make noodles have never changed.

It's just that, from the girl who sold the noodles in the past, she became the grandmother who sells the noodles today.

"Old lady, bring me a bowl of noodles with fried sauce, put more noodles, more marinade, and a more marinated egg." Zhang Junping yelled loudly as soon as he entered the door.

It's not that Zhang Junping doesn't understand manners and makes loud noises in public places, it's because the old lady who sells noodles is a little hard of hearing.

Because Zhang Junping is single and doesn't like to cook, he often comes here to solve food and clothing problems. He comes and goes, and he gets acquainted with the old lady who sells noodles.

"It's you, kid! You'll be blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah, lest people don't know you're here!" Seeing Zhang Junping, the old lady was very happy.

"You kid, you haven't come, and you're on a business trip again?"

"Yes! I went to the Northeast. I brought you some nuts for you to practice your teeth." Zhang Junping raised the bag in his hand.

"Stinky boy, you'll make fun of my old lady as soon as you come back. I want to practice my teeth, but you find me a tooth instead." The old lady turned around and scolded with a smile.

The old lady suffered a lot when she was young, she had a bad tooth, and she retired honorably early.

It was a joke to give nuts to the old lady to practice her teeth. Zhang Junping gave fungus, hazel mushrooms and bacon.

There are also nuts, but they are for the old lady's grandson.

This old lady is also a poor person. On the second day of marriage, her husband went to the front line and never came back.

The old lady guards the noodle shop alone, waiting for more than 50 years.

Zhang Junping still can't figure out what kind of love needs to wait for 50 years.

The old lady had no children all her life, and she adopted a grandson until ten years ago.

The most respectable thing about the old lady is not the love she has been waiting for for 50 years, but her attitude towards life.

In these 50 years, the old lady did not wash her face with tears, but waited with a smile.

Maintain a good mood every day, and have a good attitude in the face of any difficulties.

Even when the only noodle shop was nationalized, the old lady was not sad and depressed. She just told the people in the neighborhood committee that it doesn't matter if the noodle shop is taken away, you have to let me stay in the noodle shop.

She doesn't need money, as long as she has a stutter.

Because she was afraid, her man came back and couldn't find a place.

They made an appointment to run a noodle shop together after the war.

In this way, the old lady continued to run the noodle shop, and changed from being responsible for her own profits and losses to getting a monthly salary.

"Old lady, I'm free tomorrow. I'll take you to the hospital to get a tooth implanted. Let's put a tooth made of alloy steel. You don't need to practice in the future. You can bite half of this bowl in one bite." Zhang Junping continued to tease the old lady.

"What kind of teeth? It won't prevent me from drinking noodles." The old lady skillfully fished out the noodles, rinsed them with water, and poured a spoonful of marinade on the noodles.

"I said, old lady, look at you, you have no teeth, your cheeks are sunken, and you are not beautiful at all.

Be obedient, let's press a denture and be a beautiful old lady. "Not only Zhang Junping, many people have persuaded Mrs. Yang to have her teeth installed.

"I'm more than 70, I'm going to be [-] soon, why should I be so beautiful?
I have to keep the money for my grandson as a daughter-in-law, so as to leave a root for my old Yang family..." The old lady put the noodles in front of Zhang Junping while talking.

Old Yang's house is the old lady's house.

If you marry and obey your husband, you will live as a member of the Yang family and die as a ghost of the Yang family.

The old lady herself is not short of money, and she has saved it for decades, so she can afford a set of gold teeth better than Zhang Junping.

However, since adopting her grandson, the old lady has become more frugal, so naturally she refuses to spend money on dental implants.

As for Zhang Junping's money, there is no need to mention it. The old lady will be strong for the rest of her life and will never accept other people's charity.

"You..." Zhang Junping wanted to persuade him again, but he lowered his head and swallowed the words immediately.

After a long while, I finally said, "Old lady, you have the money for the dental implants, so you don't need to spend the money you saved for your grandson's wife."

"Xiao Pingzi, my old lady has lived her whole life, and she has never reached out to anyone..." The old lady thought that Zhang Junping was going to pay for her, and her face darkened.

"Old lady, don't worry, just listen to me first.

Where did you get this bowl? "Zhang Junping interrupted the old lady and asked hastily.

"I think this bowl is pretty good. It's a pity that it's been quenched. It happened that the noodle shop was short of bowls, so I brought them all over."

"Old lady, this bowl is an antique. This is a large Qianlong blue and white porcelain bowl with twining patterns. If you send it to a trust store or a cultural relic store, you can sell it for at least 100 yuan." Zhang Junping raised the noodle bowl and glanced at the payment, and smiled Said to the old lady.

According to the old lady, this bowl has been used for seven, eight, or ten years, but no one has ever noticed that this bowl is actually blue and white porcelain from the Qianlong Year.

It can be seen that there is never a shortage of antiques around us, but a pair of discerning eyes are missing.

　Brothers and sisters who have recommended tickets and monthly tickets come a little bit.

　　If you have spare money to tip, it's better to come here!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)