Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 154 Damn it, it's really dark!

Yang Xiaole walked up on the bike, thinking in his heart that he was finally doing his old job again.

I'll use this to fool my wife later.

I don't know if it will work or not.

It was only halfway that I remembered that Lin Junsheng seemed to be in class today!

As soon as the brakes stopped, he wondered whether he should go to school to find him.

After thinking about it for a while, it seems that only Dalong and Huzi can cooperate with him, and there is no one else who can cooperate with him.

The car turned around and headed towards Bingma Sihu.

But instead of going there, I went to the middle school two alleys away.

When we came to the gate of the school, we rode a bicycle and entered.

"Hey, what are you doing! Which class?"

As soon as he was about to go in, he was stopped by the guard.

Yang Xiaole said with a smile: "Oh, uncle, I'm looking for Lin Junsheng from the third class of the third grade. He has something at home, and his father asked me to come to him."

"Which alley?"

"No. 64, Bingmasi Hutong!"

"Oh, okay, go in, don't run around!"

"Hey, thank you!"

Seeing that he was let go, he thanked him and rode his bicycle into the school.

The school is relatively new, a three-story teaching building stands there, and there are some low old tile-roofed buildings beside it, and the sound of classes can be heard from inside.

After searching around, I found Lin Junsheng's class on the third floor.

He was not in a hurry to call for someone, but stood at the stairs and waited.

After waiting for 10 minutes, I finally heard the sound of the school bell ringing, and it was the end of get out of class.

As the teacher came out, the students suddenly came out to play.

Yang Xiaole came to the window of the class, looked inside, and saw Lin Junsheng sitting at the back at a glance.

Hu Zi was not seen.

"big dragon!"

Shouted through the window into the inside.

Lin Junsheng was surprised when he heard the familiar voice and saw his face again.

Out of curiosity.

"Why did you come to school?"

This time I didn't call Uncle Mouse.

Yang Xiaole said to him: "Come here, I will discuss something with you, and do me a favor tomorrow."

After speaking, he walked towards the stairway.

Came downstairs after a while.

"What's wrong, Uncle Mouse? What can I do for help?"

After Lin Junsheng came down, he felt strange for a while.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole said: "I'm going to tell you something, do me a favor, I'll send you something tonight, you just say it's 8 yuan, just make up a place and person, I don't care who it is ...When you see someone next to me, don't say anything. Just pretend to help me collect things, okay?"

Said his plan.

No mention of his mother and elder brother.

The price was not quoted too high either.

In the eyes of people who don't know the goods, the price is usually only a few dollars.

Lin Junsheng agreed without thinking: "Okay, I understand what you mean. When will you give me the things."

"I'll give it to you at noon or at night. If your father asks, just tell me about mine. Also, don't spit on me, or I'll beat you up!"

Yang Xiaole confessed for a while, and then said: "I will give you 8 yuan at that time, and then I will give you the money. Spend it yourself, and let me be smart, do you hear me?"

Hearing that there was still money to spend, and it was still 8 yuan, Lin Junsheng was very happy for a while.

"Okay, don't worry, I promise to treat you like a treasure."

8 dollars is a lot of money.

Completely forget that the money was earned from their family!
But think about it, the price is the same if you buy it from outside, and not to mention the risk, you may not be able to get so much.

It's a pity that I still didn't bring meat with me this time.

Yang Xiaole nodded with a smile: "That's fine, it's settled like this! By the way, are you going back to eat at noon?"

"Go back, it's so close! My mother doesn't go to work either."

"That's fine, don't worry about me, I may deliver it to you at noon, or I may deliver it to you at night after school."

"Success! Any time is fine."

After making an agreement, Yang Xiaole nodded: "Okay, then you go to class! I'll go first!"

It's inconvenient to give now, so I can only choose time.

The other party nodded in agreement.

Say hello and go back to class.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole didn't need to stay any longer, and left on the bike.

Thinking that tomorrow I have to show my old lady to open my eyes, and I have to familiarize myself with the road over there first, otherwise if the past is smeared, it will be exposed!

Oh my god!

too difficult.

It's okay to find someone to pretend to collect things, but the credibility is too low.

My mother is ignorant, but that doesn't mean she's stupid!

After inquiring about the specific location of Liulichang, it was on the south side of the city, and I rode a bicycle there.

The place is not too close. You can go south along Fuyou Street in front of Mr. Tong's house that you went to in the morning.

half an hour by bike.

In fact, there are buses passing by, and while inquiring about the route of the bus, they ride a bicycle and look at the surrounding scenery.

After riding through Chang'an Street for a while, we came to the vicinity of Liulichang Street.

One East Street and one West Street.

Rong Bao Zhai was on West Street, turned his head and walked towards West Street.

It is worthy of being an ancient cultural street in the past, where tall ancient buildings with antique fragrance and carved beams and paintings are located here.

The roofs are all exquisite glazed tiles.

The facade of Gundam looks like a famous hotel near Kyoto.

Guyizhai, Tiangong Pavilion, Aloft, Yide Pavilion,...

The most are bookstores and various cultural and entertainment shops.

At this time, it is still a shop, unlike the later generations where there are various roadside stalls gathered together, all of which are one by one.

All kinds of books, calligraphy and paintings, pens, inks, papers and inkstones, musical instruments... Basically everything you expect.

Although it was Saturday at this time, there were still quite a few people inside, and there were also a small number of foreigners buying and selling things in the shop accompanied by translators.

Rongbaozhai!
After a while, I came to my destination, and I knew the exact location of this place.

Yang Xiaole found a place to park the car and walked inside.

After entering, the inside is divided into two sides, one side is a place to buy pens, inks, papers and inkstones, and the other side is an exhibition hall with a lot of things on the antique shelf.

There are bottles and jars, jade carvings, seals, gourds, and all kinds of miscellaneous things.

There are also some calligraphy and paintings.

After practicing calligraphy for many years, the above characters are naturally recognized.

After a glance, it was basically written by people in modern times or who can't name them.

After all, this is not the job.

At this time, there were still several groups of people in the hall looking at things, one of them was foreigners, accompanied by an interpreter in a suit and a man in a Chinese tunic suit.

Yang Xiaole didn't care about it, but continued to look at it in the calligraphy and painting.

"what!"

A modern work caught his attention.

"Pine Eagle Picture"

And looking at the signature, it was actually Qi Baishi.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole wondered, is this thing for sale?

Many people know Qi Baishi's shrimp.

But in fact, after he got to know it later, he realized that Qi Baishi's best painting is actually "Pine Eagle Picture".

There are several versions of "Songying Picture", all of which are treasured in major museums.

Didn't expect it to be sold here.

When I saw the price tag of 168 yuan above, I also felt that the price was too low.

In this day and age, it can be said to be expensive.

After all, the old man just passed away last year.

However, he also heard that in 91 when foreign exchange was earned through export, a painting by the old man was sold for 3 yuan.

Or foreign exchange.

He didn't know exactly which painting it was.

Anyway, not the most famous shrimp.

"Hey, master, can you take a look at this?"

While thinking, a voice came from the side.

I saw an old lady in patched clothes at the counter, holding a big bowl in her hand and asking.

The bowl is about 20 centimeters in diameter and [-] centimeters high.

It's kind of like a soup bowl.

The body of the bowl is warm and smooth, the whole body is sapphire blue, and the bowl is dotted with white spots to complement each other, which is unique.

The white glaze inside has faded a bit.

The receptionist was a middle-aged waiter in his 30s.

The other party took it and looked inside and out, frowned, and then looked at the signature at the bottom.

Yang Xiaole stretched out his head and took a look.

The Xuande year of the Ming Dynasty.

There are also two blue circles outside.

Seeing this thing, Yang Xiaole recalled this thing, and it took a while before he remembered it.

Damn, what I saw today are all good things!
J Dezhen kiln sprinkled blue glaze bowl.

This is not a soup bowl, this thing is a bowl.

And this thing has a source.

There is also an absurd thing involved here.

It is said that Zhu Zhanji, the emperor at that time, liked to fight crickets, and later became obsessed with throwing dice.

So he ordered J Dezhen to fire a batch of porcelain specially for rolling dice, and it should be unique and unique.

At that time, the emperor's words were heaven, and the people below dared to neglect them. After day and night research and development, the blue glaze was finally born.

Later, Zhu Zhanji was busy with state affairs, and died after only ten years in power.

After that, the blue glaze will not be fired again.

It is also because of its high cost and extremely complicated craftsmanship that it gradually withdrew from the historical stage and has been lost so far. There are only four blue glaze ware in later generations, which shows that it is very precious.

This thing is no longer an antique, but a cultural relic.

The waiter looked at it for a while, and then asked the old lady, "Auntie, how much do you want to sell it for? If the price is right, we will collect it for you."

How does the old lady know!
After thinking about it, she finally quoted what she thought was a sky-high price.

"80, give me [-], and this bowl will belong to you. The tattered Hou over there has asked me several times. I think this is a good thing. Didn't the street office advertise it before? Saying that you accept things, I Just come and ask."

Explain so much, in fact, just want to sell a good price.

The waiter smiled: "That's ok, just wait for a while, I'll go and ask, I can't decide the price."

"Hey, good, good! Go and ask."

Yang Xiaole pondered over hearing this.

He also inquired about some things before.

When the cultural relics store was a public-private partnership the year before last, it was for the purpose of earning foreign exchange through export, and at the same time, it was also for the recovery of cultural relics that were lost among the people during the war.

It was advertised for a while.

At that time, there was a wave of selling things.

However, most of the folks living here are ordinary items, of low value, with an estimated price of a few cents.

Those with ability, financial resources, and insight are all hidden.

The huge workload has no effect, and they don't accept cheap ones.Gradually, no ordinary people came.

Looking at the anxious old lady, he was thinking for a while that if the other party didn't accept it, he would accept it.

Unfortunately, it's a good idea.

After a while, the waiter came down and smiled at the old lady: "Ma'am, our shopkeeper said that we charge 80 for this item, and I will give you the money."

"Hey, good, good!"

Hearing this, the old lady was very happy.

80 yuan!
The waiter took an order from the counter and opened an order without asking the old lady about the situation.

By the way, I counted 80 yuan and handed it to her.

"Ma'am, you have collected the money and the bill!"

"Hey, good, thank you!"

The old lady left happily.

Seeing this scene, Yang Xiaole secretly scolded Zhen Hei, giving 80 to such a good thing, and asking me to give at least an integer of 100!
Isn't this bullying people don't understand?
But it is not surprising to think about it, now it is a public-private partnership.

Still have to make money.

It is indeed a time-honored antique shop, and there are still people who know the goods inside!

After thinking for a while, he still asked: "Well, master, did you sell that thing just now?"

The waiter smiled and shook his head: "Sorry, that is not for sale. It will be sent to the Cultural Relics Bureau in a while!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole knew it was the result.

How many billions have been missed!

(End of this chapter)