Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 177, You Don't Look Like a Good Talker

Yang Xiaole walked out of the building and pondered for a while.

This place is no more friendly to the people than the street office. The director of the street office is directly facing the people, and he can find a way to get through the back door.

Not here.

It seems that we can only wait.

Come back tomorrow, if not, he will go to the municipal building next door to make trouble.

He's a kid anyway.

Thinking of this, he left on his bike.

Go back to the Dashilan side, come to the restaurant on the side of the King of Belly, and just parked the car when I heard shouts from behind.

"Uncle Mouse!"

Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw that it was Dalong and Xiaohu trotting towards this side.

When the two came over, Yang Xiaole frowned: "What's the matter with you two? Didn't you ask you to eat first? Don't wait for me."

Huzi was a little embarrassed.

Lin Junsheng smiled; "We seldom come here, we just look around when we have nothing to do, just waiting for you, it's so cold today, the food is cold when you come, how boring!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole nodded, "Okay, let's go in, I happen to have something to ask you, I remember you to pay the bill later! By the way, I will see if there is a private room later, let's make a private room."

After finishing speaking, he walked inside with his hands behind his back in an old-fashioned manner.

Lin Junsheng naturally knew what he meant.

I never understood that every time I check out, the money is counted on their heads.

I really don't understand what there is to be afraid of.

If you can't figure it out, you don't want to think about it, and the two followed behind.

After entering, Lin Junsheng asked for a private room, ordered some meals, and gave the money and meal tickets.

The one who ordered was naturally Yang Xiaole.

At this moment, Yang Xiaole's stature was relatively strong, and he was only half a head shorter than the two of them, so he didn't seem obtrusive.

Several people entered the room and sat down.

Lin Junsheng looked at him and asked, "Uncle Mouse, what are you doing in the future?"

Seeing the eyes of the two, Yang Xiaole pondered for a while, and asked, "If you go to work as a boss, will there be jobs for this job? Is there a fixed salary?"

Lin Junsheng shook his head: "There are job quotas, but there is no fixed salary. You can pay as much as you want. Sometimes when someone calls you, you can do private work. The price is a little higher."

Yang Xiaole nodded, thought of something and asked: "Then there is no recruitment now, can you still get jobs?"

"No, my father has asked, and now he is not recruiting."

"Ah, what do you do then?"

"My father said, let the two of us run behind for a while to get acquainted, and then wait and see if there are any job vacancies."

After Yang Xiaole finished asking, he pondered for a while.

The lack of employment is likely to continue for a long time.

Thinking of this, he still said: "In this way, if you spend the remaining six months in school, you must at least get a junior high school diploma!"

The age of the two is about sixteen.

After that ten years, I was already 25 and six, so I must have a job.

You can't keep wandering around behind him.

"This……"

The two looked at each other.

In fact, the two of them knew that they would not be able to pass the college entrance examination, and even high school was in doubt, and there was no need for them to go on.

Otherwise, the family will not let two people not go to school.

Seeing their expressions, Yang Xiaole understood what they meant.

After thinking for a while, he said, "In this way, even if you try to take sick leave and go there every few days, you still have to get your junior high school diploma. Listen to me, it will be good for you. Anyway, it will only be half a year. .”

"But, what does my father say?"

"If you still don't have a job quota before you go to school, you can just talk to your father and ask for sick leave..."

Hearing this, both of them nodded slightly.

Yang Xiaole looked at the clothes on the two of them. Although they were washed white, they were not patched at all.

Then I thought about it, and it seems to have always been like this.

It's a little strange.

Are these clothes unbreakable?

As for the lack of cloth tickets, he hadn't thought about it, a set of clothes would cost a lot of tickets!

In response to his curiosity, the Huzi next to him smiled and said, "You don't know, Dalong's mother is very skilled. She can use the waste thread on the clothes to mend the clothes so that no traces can be seen."

Yang Xiaole came to a sudden, isn't this the Internet celebrity Seiko darning of later generations?

This workmanship is really good.

At least wearing unpatched clothes is a very dignified thing these days.

But thinking that the three of them would often go in and out of some restaurants in the future, he decided to make some outfits for the three of them.

The kind looks like a middle-class family, but it doesn't stand out.

It'd be better to get some kind of military uniform.

When the time comes, go to Feng Aijun and see if he can get it.

Wearing beige these days, no one suspects him when he goes to various high-end restaurants.

In Lao Mo's high-end western restaurant, the children from the military compound and the government compound are the ones who go the most, and it basically becomes their private plot.

It can be seen how lethal a beige suit is.

It came up hot in no time.

Beef tripe, a plate of fried beef veal, and a plate of fried beef tripe.

The rest are sheep, Yangsandan, sheep belly collar, and sheep belly board.

The store is not like a pile of recipes in the later generations. There are only five dishes here today, without vegetables, and he ordered them all.

The rest only know the name, not what it is.

Anyway, let's talk about it later.

There is also a plate of deep-fried peanuts, which is not considered a stir-fry, but a side dish, which is basically available in restaurants.

Yang Xiaole put a little dish into his mouth, it was crunchy and chewy, with a faint soy sauce aroma.

It's really delicious.

While serving the rice, he said, "Do you two drink alcohol? I don't advise you if you don't drink alcohol. If you drink alcohol, you can buy it yourself. There is no ticket for loose wine anyway. You are welcome."

He took a look just now, and there were very few people eating staple food on the dining table in the hall.

Basically, it will be equipped with a small cyan jug.

A few people drank there with one or two dishes.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Lin Junsheng put down his chopsticks with a smile, and after a while he went out with a wine jug and three small wine cups in his hands.

When he came up, he poured three small wine cups.

One money and one wine cup.

"Here, Uncle Mouse! Let's have a drink together."

Yang Xiaole took the wine cup, took a sip, and handed the wine cup to the two of them.

"Okay, drink it yourself! I don't drink!"

Don't drink alcohol to affect his development!

Just taste it.

Five dishes for three people, although the amount is not a lot, it is enough.

Yang Xiaole was eating, and the two were drinking.

Think of plans for the evening.

I began to think about how to exchange things for money.

In fact, he was not in a hurry, mainly because the space really couldn't fit.

This batch is disposed of, and there is no need to worry about no place to put things for about half a year.

But the problem was that there was too much meat, and it took almost half a year to remove it for Lin Kun and the others.

There are about four or five thousand catties left in my hand.

It may not be a big deal in the entire capital city, that is, two or three tons of meat, and a big city with millions of people, even if the ration is reduced now.The meat needed every day is also massive.

But the amount of his several tons of meat concentrated in one place is astonishing.

There are indeed thousands of people in the textile factory, but it is also a big deal for so much meat to be exposed.

Fatty Ma probably couldn't stand it.

This gave him a headache for a while, and he had already given up the plan of the textile factory in his heart.

If it is sold on the black market, the risk is also great.

Throwing this thought away, he said to the two people: "You two are going to help me with some things these few days, and find out if there is anyone's house for sale near us!"

It's okay to be taken for a fool.

As long as it's not yourself.

"Buy a house? We are now engaging in public ownership of private houses. In the future, houses will be distributed. Why buy him? It's not worth it!"

Lin Junsheng was puzzled for a while.

Yang Xiaole waved his hand: "It's okay, just go and inquire for me, one yuan per person per day for food. Is that okay?"

Buying a house is also to prevent accidents in Dad's situation.

And it can still be appreciated in the future, so it doesn't matter if you leave it alone, it just needs to think carefully about how to trade.

Can't leave any hidden dangers for the future.

Hearing this, the two naturally agreed.

One yuan a day is 30 yuan a month, which is equivalent to the salary of a first-class worker.

Yang Xiaole couldn't figure out how to arrange two people for a while.

Since I decided to take him along in the future, I can't take the two of them to do too dangerous things, and it's not necessary.

But he is not a fool, and his identity has never been revealed to anyone.

No one knows his exact name until now.

Unless Suo Ye and the Hua family betrayed him.

You can't have the heart to harm others. Similarly, you can't have the heart to guard against others.

During the meal, there was more and more commotion outside, and now it was really time for lunch.

They ate their lunch leisurely and prepared to leave.

The door opened, and Yang Xiaole pulled the dragon: "Wait a minute!"

Lin Junsheng was surprised for a while: "What's wrong?"

Yang Xiaole shook her head: "It's okay, you two go first, I still have something to do. In the afternoon, you go for a stroll around the neighborhood, remember to come here tomorrow as you did today. If you have something to do, forget it."

Although it was strange, Lin Junsheng and Lin Junsheng still nodded.

Accompanied to leave.

Yang Xiaole was the last one left in the private room.

After waiting for a while, the waiter came in to clear the plates and saw that someone was about to go out.

"Hey, I'm done eating, let's go now."

After finishing speaking, he went out directly.

The waiter didn't think much about it, and packed the things in the private room.

After Yang Xiaole came out, there were two people sitting near the bar, and they walked over directly.

Before he got close, the other party looked up and saw him.

"Xiao Le, why are you here? Are you here to play?"

The opponent is Luo Jinping.

After Yang Xiaole came over, he smiled and said hello: "Mr. Luo, why do you have time to come here today! Is this your son?"

The other party is about eight or nine years old.

Just now, I was worried that the other party would greet me and reveal my details, so I let the two go first.

Luo Jinping smiled and nodded: "Well, my son likes to eat fried belly, so I brought him here today for a meal. Have you eaten yet? If you haven't, sit down and eat something!"

Yang Xiaole looked at the dishes on the table.

A belly, a peanut, and a pot of wine.

And Luo Jinping's son was eating biscuits there.

This little thing is probably enough for the two of them to eat by themselves.

Smiling and shaking his head: "Ms. Luo, eat it, I just ate it, and I came here with our relatives."

Luo Jinping nodded lightly when he heard the words: "I've eaten it! That's fine, by the way, how are you doing there now? Are you still used to it? Your grades can't be let down!"

Naturally, Yang Xiaole couldn't really tell him that he hadn't reported it yet.

Then he said with a smile: "It's okay, I'm used to it. Teacher Luo, you eat, I'll go first!"

Place smiled and nodded.

Watch him leave.

After Yang Xiaole came out, did you feel that Kyoto is so small?
But it's all survivor bias.

He saw so many strangers, but he just didn't pay attention, only when he met acquaintances, he would care.

After he came out, there was nothing left and right, so he was ready to go back.

But thinking of the antiques that his father sold last time, he thought about it, asked for the direction, and walked towards Yan Zhi Hu.

Number 137!
This is what the man told him last time.

If you can buy it back, buy it back, if you can't buy it back, forget it.

If it was really that person, there must be a lot of good things in the other person's house.

Maybe you can learn from it later!
I used to just learn the surface.

For those who understand, the fur is not counted.

Now he can't do any big business, so he should stock up on things that can appreciate in value, otherwise why do he need so much money!
When it's re-opened, it's all fucking depreciated.

What are you stocking up on?

Gold and antiques!

If you can’t buy a house now, stock up on gold and antiques, two things that appreciate faster.

However, my own space is limited, and what I can save in the future must be the best.

Touch the door.

Yang Xiaole parked the car and looked at the entrance of this little barbarian's gate. Looking at the specifications, it was at most a courtyard for one to enter.

It is estimated that it is similar to Suo Ye's.

Walking into the gate, there is a hanging flower gate inside. After entering, a courtyard similar to Suo Ye's was revealed in his eyes.

Stretched his head and looked.

"Who are you?"

While thinking, in the first room of the East Wing, a little girl about ten years old came out with a rice bowl.

Big eyes, round face.

When Yang Xiaole saw the other party, he subconsciously thought of someone.

Hou Su'e.

The daughter of Pottered Hou, when she grew up, she married the child of Pottered Hou's enemy, and the father and daughter broke up.

As a result, the man was injured and died without holding on.

Later, she remarried to a Hong Kong man who was the same age as her father.

"Is your name Hou Su'e?"

Yang Xiaole asked subconsciously.

The other party was curious for a while after hearing the words: "How do you know my name?"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was sure, it really was this person!
At this time, a patch of tatters came out from inside: "Oh, little comrade, have you thought about it? Didn't you bring anything?"

Seeing that he didn't have anything in his hand, he still asked.

Yang Xiaole smiled: "I didn't bring anything, I came here today to listen to your old stories."

"Oh, tell a story? Tell a story?"

It was strange for a while.

"I want you to keep telling me the story of Xiao He chasing Han Xin's blue-and-white plum vase under the moon."

After Yang Xiaole finished speaking, she stood there with a smile.

Hearing this, Poorhou was embarrassed for a moment, but only for a moment.

I looked him up and down, "I didn't see it, so he is a knowledgeable one! Now that you know it, what else is there to ask?"

After finishing speaking, he went back to the dining table in the main room and continued to eat.

And Hou Su'e naturally followed obediently.

Yang Xiaole didn't mind either, and followed with a smile. It was a little impolite, but he still came in.

After entering, there are furniture with characteristics of the Ming and Qing Dynasties.

But they are all painted with raw lacquer, some are black or maroon, and it is impossible to tell what material it is for a while.

I don't know if it's a psychological effect.

Knowing that this thing will appreciate in value in the future.

In his opinion, these dilapidated furniture exude a unique aesthetic feeling, which cannot be described.

And on the table next to it, there are many bottles and jars on the shelf.

The whole house looked messy.

But he just looked at it and didn't pay too much attention.

There is a plate of fried radish and a plate of pickled vegetables on the table.

It seems that life is very peaceful, so where did the money come from?
Is it the property left by the down and out prince?
It doesn't feel like it!

The other party seems to be an illegitimate child. To put it bluntly, he is a person of no status. How can there be fewer sons of the prince!
Withdrawing his thoughts, he saw the old man sitting on a grand chair.

One leg is raised.

Looking at it like that, it was a bit of foolishness.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole sat down on the armchair beside her, touched the armrest with her hand, it was smooth and delicate.

Look at the style is the Ming Dynasty.

Then he said with a smile: "Broken Hou, I actually have no other intentions. I just want to hear the story of that bottle. You keep talking about it!"

Broken Hou took a mouthful of mustard and glanced at the other party.

Ignore him.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole said, "Hey, Broken Hou, tell me, do people in the compound know that you are rich? You bought a vase for 400 yuan?"

Hearing this, the old man paused.

"How did you know?"

"That's my father, how can I not know? By the way, you are bullying someone who doesn't know how to do it, isn't that a bit too..."

Yang Xiaole asked with a smile.

Broken Hou smiled indifferently: "Bullying? Who bullied? That thing can't be sold at this price in cultural relics stores."

Yang Xiaole also nodded lightly to the words of Broken Hou.

He didn't really come here today to settle accounts, after all, it was Dad who took the initiative to sell it, and the other party didn't lower the price.

It's a fair deal.

Let's see if there is a chance in the future!
Hou Su'e, who was next to her, was also curious for a while when she heard what the two said.

So I asked, "Father, what did you buy that cost 400 yuan? It would take us a year to save that much money without eating or drinking, right?"

Broken Hou Wenyan glared at her: "My lord, just listen to what you're talking about. Interject anything."

Hearing this, Hou Su'e stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Yang Xiaole looked at the other party, and thought of a question, that is, the identity of the illegitimate son of Lord Tattered Hou, only a very few people know.

Looking around, he smiled and asked, "Your nickname is very famous, I don't understand, tell me, what should the prince's son be called? Lord Marquis? That's not right, it should be Baylor Father?"

When Poor Hou heard this, he stopped refusing pancakes.

Then he returned to normal and smiled nonchalantly; "This is just a nickname given to me by the neighbors, what's the matter? Do you want to tease me too? It's okay, just call me whatever you want. It's been so many years."

After finishing speaking, he continued to eat his noodles.

"Oh~ that's it!"

Yang Xiaole made a dazed expression.

Then he looked around nonchalantly.

The house is full of high-end goods, and it is estimated that the good things, including his bottle, should have been put away.

He turned his head and asked, "Master Hou, let me call you that. I just came here to find out the origin of that Yuan blue and white flower. Is there anything I can't say?"

Broken Hou looked at the other party, wanting to see something.

Unfortunately, nothing can be seen.

For a while, he couldn't figure out what this guy wanted to do!

Instead of saying it directly, he asked, "How old are you this year?"

Yang Xiaole didn't understand what the other party meant.

After thinking about it for a while, I still said nonsense: "I'm eighteen this year, even though everyone in my family is short, I'm not tall."

He has been to Lin Junsheng's school.

The students inside are estimated to be fifteen or sixteen years old, and there are many who are not as tall as him.

There is no need to doubt that he is seventeen or eighteen years old, after all, people are generally not tall these days.

Even in later generations, there are not a few people in their 20s with a height of about 1.6 meters.

If it weren't for his face being too tender, with the way he speaks, some people would believe that he said 28.

Broken Hou has no doubts.

Continue to ask: "Where did you learn this?"

"Oh, I didn't learn from anyone, but we have an old man who commissioned a store! I used to work in a pawn shop. I like to go and listen to the old man when I have nothing to do. After a long time, I will get a little fur .I came here today to ask for advice.”

Yang Xiaole babbled casually.

Broken Hou took a bite of the pancake and chewed it.

After thinking about it for a while, he said, "After the Mongolians entered the customs in the Yuan Dynasty, they liked to listen to operas more, so they liked operas more, so most of the porcelain they fired at that time was based on classic operas.

In the early Ming Dynasty, Xiao Heyue went down to chase Han Xintu Meiping and was given to Mu Ying, the founding hero of the Ming Dynasty. After Mu Ying died, this thing was buried in the ground as a funerary object.

A few years ago, Muying's tomb was stolen, and many cultural relics were lost to the people. The blue and white plum vase of Yuan Qinghua Xiao Heyue chasing Han Xintu was one of the stolen cultural relics.

At that time, someone was selling this plum vase near Xinjiekou in Jinling. People who worked in the cultural relics company saw it and recognized it as a rare treasure at a glance, so they offered 5 gold bars to buy it.

Two years later, he donated the bottle to the country free of charge. "

Poor Hou finished speaking, and continued: "But then this thing was lost during the handover and transportation. It disappeared after that."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was stunned.

That's it!
But this is a bit of a coincidence.

By chance, I saw that I was carrying five gold bars.

Regardless of whether it is a large yellow croaker or a small yellow croaker, even if it is all small yellow croakers, it is worth a lot of money!
Why did it take another two years to submit it?
But he can't get to the bottom of this, and he doesn't need to.

It's none of his business.

Then he asked curiously: "Master Hou, where did you hear this? Jinling is not close to here! Is it two thousand miles away?"

Poor Hou didn't answer him.

Eating on his own.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole didn't ask any more questions.

Listening to the story is part of it, the main thing he still wants to hear is how to appreciate Yuan blue and white, there must be some truth in it.

It's just luck.

But think about it, there are too many Taoisms in it, and it cannot be explained clearly in a sentence or two in a short time.

After thinking about it for a while, he smiled at him and said, "Master Hou! Do you have anything you want to sell? The money is easy to talk about! You can exchange it with anything!"

"Fuck off!"

Hearing that he was going to buy something, Broken Hou's expression turned serious, and he said something impatiently.

Seeing this, Hou Su'e smiled and said, "I think you should save yourselves! My dad has never sold any of these things since he started playing with them."

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole smiled.

Unless he doesn't disclose any information, otherwise, these things will be regarded as 4 * old in the future and then destroyed.

The chances of it being preserved are low.

When the time comes, help him as hard as you can.

Not in a hurry.

Now he also wants to learn technology. If he encounters something good in the future and cannot recognize it, it will be a pity.

But looking at it like this, the other party doesn't seem like a good talker!
There are no doors for anything related to antiques.

(End of this chapter)