Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 112 National Treasure
"How much is the total?"

The skinny salesperson stood behind the counter, his abacus clattering loudly.

After a long while, he said happily: "The fourteen paintings are a total of two thousand eight hundred and ninety five."

"It's almost three thousand..."

He Xiao took a deep breath.

With nearly [-] foreign exchange certificates, I bought [-] paintings by famous modern artists, and these paintings are all large-scale.

A picture is calculated based on the minimum price of 1000 million, which is a small goal.

He Xiao suddenly felt that he had no desire.

He didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to lie down.

A life without desires and desires is not bad.

Closing his eyes, he shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, no matter how valuable these paintings are, it will take ten or twenty years. The current price is worth several hundred."

……

"He Xiao, are you okay?"

Han Chunming stood on the sidelines, looking puzzled.

The two salesmen next to them were also full of worries, fearing that He Xiao would regret not buying it.

"call……"

"fine."

Opening his eyes again, He Xiao felt that he was really lacking in ambition. Isn't it just a small goal? What's so great about it?
There is no sense of accomplishment in this way of making money.

Taking out a large stack of foreign exchange certificates, he directly patted them on the counter.

"Get some money."

"Wait a minute."

The thin salesman picked it up and counted it quickly. After a long while, he found a five-yuan foreign exchange certificate and handed it back.

"Comrade, it's exactly two thousand and nine. I'll ask you for five yuan, and these paintings, please keep them."

Looking at the pile of rolled paintings on the counter, He Xiao frowned.

The paintings he bought were all large-scale, with fourteen volumes stacked together, but there were quite a few.

"Give me something to hold a picture in. You can't let me carry it back, can you? I can't carry it either."

"This……"

The salesperson scratched his head, a little embarrassed.

They have painting tubes and painting boxes in their store, but they are all for one painting alone, and it is really hard to find things that hold fourteen paintings at a time.

"Any sacks? Get me two."

"Sacks? There are."

The salesman was stunned for a moment, and then hurried to the inner room. After a while, he ran out with two old sacks.

He Xiao opened it and took a look. Seeing that the inside was quite clean, he picked up the painting with confidence and put it inside.

In fact, one sack can also hold it, but he was afraid of crowding, so he divided the paintings into two sacks.

Holding the mouth of the sack and throwing it on his back, he greeted Han Chunming and walked out.

"Sir, go slowly and come back when you are free."

……

When he got outside, He Xiao carefully tied two sacks of paintings to the motorcycle.

Looking up at the signboard of Rongbaozhai, he has had enough of his addiction this trip.

"Chunming, let's go, go to your master and have a look at that little bowl."

Han Chunming looked back at He Xiao, seeing that he was fine, he was finally relieved.

Riding a bicycle, he led the way in front and went straight to the master's house.

Just passing by Quanjude on the way, He Xiao called Han Chunming down and went in to pack a roast duck.

"Hey, Chunming, do you want to buy some good wine?"

He Xiao was looking forward to this meeting.

Han Chunming's master is also a strange person, nicknamed the admiral of the Nine Gates, and the good things at home have gone to sea.

"No, my master is not used to drinking other things. When I go to the supply and marketing store, I will buy two bottles of Red Star Erguotou."

"No, you don't need to, it's my first visit, let me buy it."

Turning another corner, He Xiao stopped the car and went to the store to buy four bottles of Red Star Erguotou.

When he got to the place, He Xiao held the roast duck in his left hand and liquor in his right hand.

As for the two sacks of paintings, he asked Han Chunming to help them take them in.

As soon as you step into the gate of the courtyard, you will face the shadow wall, turn left and walk two steps, pass the moon gate, and enter the courtyard.

He Xiao looked at it curiously.

This is a quadrangle courtyard. A pomegranate tree is planted in the east of the courtyard. The tree is not big. There is also a blue and white vat in front of it, and the lotus leaves in it are sprouting.

Next to it, there is a reclining chair. Seeing how leisurely it is, he even wants to lie on it and try it.

"It's really exquisite."

Looking at this small courtyard, and then thinking about the courtyard house on the other side of Qingyun Hutong, there is no comparison at all.

He Xiao looked envious.

No, taking advantage of the low house price now, he has to buy a yard quickly.

"Old man? Old man?"

Holding the box, Han Chunming was a little excited, turned around and greeted He Xiao, and he entered the room.

In the room, Uncle Guan was sitting on the couch with a cattail fan, fanning it.

Seeing Han Chunming walking in in a hurry, he was a little strange.

"Teacher, what's the matter, so anxious?"

"Old man, I have a good thing, you have to help me palm the eye."

Han Chunming was not in a hurry to take out the small bowl until He Xiao came in, and he first introduced it to Uncle Guan.

"Old man, this is my friend named He Xiao."

"He Xiao, this is my master, surnamed Guan."

"Hello, Mr. Guan."

He Xiao took a look at Uncle Guan.

I saw the old man with gray hair and age spots on his face. He was wearing a white undershirt, sitting on the couch, looking very kind.

Holding the things and walking up to him, He Xiao put the Red Star Erguotou and roast duck on the small table in front of him.

"Uncle Guan, I respect you."

Looking down at the small table on the couch, He Xiao secretly compared it with his own.

Well, it's not a level thing, it's not as refined as anyone else's, it's really a good thing.

"Yo, Red Star, not bad, good boy."

Uncle Guan glanced at the wine bottle and nodded in satisfaction.

"Okay, let's get the stuff out."

Han Chunming hurried over, carefully put the box on the table, then opened the box, and took out a small red and yellow bowl.

"Old man, I'm not sure about this thing. The cultural relics store says it's an imitation of Qianlong's bowl in the Republic of China, but I don't think it looks like an imitation. If it's not an imitation, the color seems a bit wrong to me."

Old man Guan took the hand and took a closer look.

"Huh?" The lazy look disappeared from his face.

He Xiao stood aside, watching curiously.

"This bowl..."

Uncle Guan watched it carefully for a few minutes before carefully putting it back on the table.

"This bowl is not an imitation, it is indeed the bowl of Qianlong this year."

Hearing what the master said, Han Chunming immediately became excited.

He Xiao is quite calm. He even has one or two hundred million Chinese paintings, and now he doesn't pay attention to anything.

No matter how precious this bowl is, it is no more expensive than the painting in his hand.

Looking at Mr. Guan, he waited for the next words.

"This bowl should be called the enamel color yellow ground consecrated carmine color landscape pattern bowl. I saw a bowl similar to this bowl more than 20 years ago."

"Good stuff, really good stuff."

Han Chunming picked it up carefully, admired it carefully for a while, and then asked, "Master, how does this bowl compare to yours?"

Uncle Guan hesitated for a moment, then shook his head.

"Although they are all small bowls made of Qianlong enamel, this one is better than the one in my hand."

"There are four of the same bowl in my hand, which happens to be a set. I have only seen two of these bowls in my life."

"hiss……"

Han Chunming was taken aback. He knew how rare his master was for that small Qianlong enamel bowl.

I didn't expect this bowl to be even better than that one. This is really a treasure.

This Qianlong landscape pattern bowl is probably more precious than all my collections.

After holding it and appreciating it carefully for a while, Han Chunming reluctantly put it back into the box.

After carefully closing the lid, he held it in both hands and handed it aside.

"He Xiao, this is considered a national treasure, you must keep it well."

(End of this chapter)