Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 302

There was a bronze chime in the tricycle, and He Xiao lost interest in continuing to search for things.

But it was a pity to leave like this after finally coming here with Han Chunming.

After discussing with Han Chunming, he decided to continue shopping in the market for a while.

In the next few stalls, Han Chunming picked out another seven or eight items, including two pieces of porcelain, an inkstone, an enamel lacquer box, and several seals.

These things are very good, they are considered treasures.

But with the bronze chimes, He Xiao was always not interested.

As usual, he took out the money, and just as he put a dragon pattern plate into the tricycle, he heard a familiar voice from the stall next door.

"Brother, you are asking too much for just one fan. If it is cheaper, I will take it."

"Expensive? Do you like it or not? Anyway, it's the price. If you think it's expensive, just let it go."

……

"Old horse?"

He Xiao froze for a moment, then turned around quickly.

Ouch, how could it be such a coincidence?It's really evil.

He Xiao secretly groaned inwardly. Last month, he and Han Chunming cut off Lao Ma's beard in the cultural relics store. Now that they met again, he still felt a little uncomfortable.

Cough cough, in fact, it can't be called the old horse's Hu.

If he hadn't taken down the landscape-patterned bowl last time, it would have been bought by a foreigner a long time ago. He calls it protecting cultural relics from being lost.

Thinking of this, his waist straightened immediately.

"Chunming, why don't we go back..."

Before he finished speaking, Han Chunming walked straight to the old horse.

He Xiao opened his mouth, neither barking nor barking, seeing the old horse looking this way, he quickly turned around.

……

"Two hundred, I'll take two hundred, brother, it's cheaper."

Ma Weidu looked at the fan and really liked it in his heart.

If he read it correctly, this fan should be the work of Wen Zhengming, one of the four great talents in the south of the Yangtze River in the Ming Dynasty.

A little excited in his heart, he continued to bargain with the young stall owner.

"Brother, this is an ordinary fan in the late Qing Dynasty. In this street, no one will buy it except me for two hundred."

The young stall owner was very impatient, "It's only three hundred, do you want to buy it or not."

"Qi, three hundred? You wait to be taken advantage of."

Ma Weidu smiled disdainfully, he put down the fan, turned around and left.

One step, two steps, three steps...

After walking a long distance, Ma Weidu didn't hear the stall owner's call to stop. Ma Weidu's heart sank. This young man is really calm. It seems that it is impossible to win it cheaply today.

Shaking his head, he turned around, and just as he was about to walk back, he saw a strange young man standing in his original place.

What's more, this person was holding the fan he was looking for in his hand.

In a hurry, he strode over.

"Hey, boy, do you understand the rules of the antique shop? Are we negotiating the price? Why did you pick up something I like? Want to cut it off?"

Glancing at the man holding the fan, Ma Weidu subconsciously thought of He Xiao.

Ouch, he's such a bad guy.

"Put it down, put it down quickly, this object was the one I saw first."

Don't care about the price of 300 yuan, Ma Weidu will pay for it immediately.

"Comrade, I don't agree with what you said. I saw you leave, so I just intervened. How come I don't know the rules?"

Holding the fan, Han Chunming glanced at Ma Weidu.

Seeing that the man wanted to pay, he stretched out his hand to press the man's hand, and then said bluntly: "Now this fan is my fancy, please don't break the rules of our business!"

After finishing speaking, Han Chunming looked at the stall owner, "Three hundred, I want it."

"you you……"

Ma Weidu was too angry to speak.

He secretly hated it, in order to save 100 yuan, he made himself unreasonable and missed a fine Ming Dynasty fan, he really wanted to slap himself.

What a loss, what a big loss!

Han Chunming hummed softly, a little afraid of accidents, he turned around and shouted, "He Xiao? He Xiao? Come here and pay. What are you hiding from? Come quickly."

"What? He Xiao?!"

Ma Weidu was stunned for a moment, and then felt a pain in his heart.

No wonder he was cut off again. It turns out that this kid has something to do with He Xiao.

Whoops, he was so angry, he immediately looked angrily, and sure enough, he saw He Xiao's figure not far away.

"Cough cough."

He Xiao pushed the tricycle and walked over coyly.

Regardless of saying hello to the old horse, he hurriedly took out 300 yuan and handed it to the stall owner first.

Something that both Lao Ma and Han Chunming are interested in is definitely unmistakable.

Seeing that the money was accepted by the stall owner, He Xiao turned around and looked at Ma Weidu, "Huh? Old Ma, why are you here? What a coincidence."

"Damn, He Xiao, what kind of grandson are you pretending to be with me? I don't know you yet, but I like to do nonsense work. You must have seen me a long time ago. This kid was sent by you, right?"

Ma Weidu pointed at Han Chunming and was about to explode.

Once, twice, three times, whoops, he can't remember how many times he was cut off.

Disgusting, bullying, really... really...

Nonsence!

"Old Ma, how can you say that? Hey, you have wronged me. I never thought I would meet you today."

He Xiao curled his mouth, looking extremely aggrieved.

He quickly pulled Han Chunming in front of him, and then introduced:
"This is my buddy, Han Chunming, he is the closed disciple of the admiral of the Nine Gates outside Zhengyang Gate, so I can't appoint him."

"Chunming, this is Ma Weidu, the editor of youth literature, we are all friends, I really misunderstood today."

After He Xiao's introduction, both of them were stunned.

The closed disciple of the nine admirals?
Editor of youth literature?
Ma Weidu held back his anger and looked at the other side carefully.

"Admiral of the Nine Gates", he has heard of this person before, he is considered a senior, no matter what happens today, he really put down his fan and left, so it's really not too fussy.

Feeling aggrieved, he still stretched out his hand to Han Chunming, "Today we don't know each other, let's get to know each other formally, Ma Weidu."

"Han Chunming."

The two shook hands, and the atmosphere eased a little.

He Xiao smiled and was about to step forward, but the old horse glared at him again.

"Yes, I misunderstood this time, but how did you explain what happened last time? He Xiao, did you buy the bowl with landscape patterns in the cultural relics store?"

As soon as this matter was mentioned, Ma Weidu was so heartbroken that he couldn't breathe.

He has been looking at this bowl with landscape patterns in the cultural relics store for almost half a year.

But the cultural relic store has a policy that the things inside are only sold to foreign guests and only accept foreign exchange certificates, so he can't buy them even if he wants to.

He originally wanted to use He Xiao Xiangjiang's identity to buy this bowl with landscape patterns, but He Xiao refused.

He didn't care about it at the time, but when he went to the cultural relics store in the capital again, he found that the bowl had been bought long ago.

He asked the staff, and after listening to the staff's description, he was sure that it must be He Xiao who bought the landscape pattern bowl!
(End of this chapter)