Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

"It smells so good, Brother Wu. Is dinner ready? I'm already hungry."

Yang Yukun walked into the kitchen and saw Han Chunming still waving the frying spoon to turn the vegetables in the pot.

"That's it. Dinner will be served soon." Han Chunming said, "By the way, Mengmeng and Jingping are both in Xiaoxing's courtyard. Go and call them."

"Okay, I'll ask them to go."

Yang Huajian asked: "Xiao Kun, why are you going?"

"Brother Xiaowu will prepare dinner soon. I'll go ask Jingping and the others to come over for dinner."

Mao Tu said: "Let's go, brother, I will go with you."

"Walk."

Yang Yukun drove home first, and then went with Mao Tutu to the alley where the old house next door was located, and to the small courtyard where Meng Xiaoxing kept his collection.

When the two came over, Xu Jingping, Su Meng, Meng Xiaozao, and Guan Xiaoguan, led by Meng Xiaoxing, were admiring the collection she had collected over the years.

Little Zongzi was playing in the yard with Shi Shi, Xiao Mosquito, and Grasshopper, and Feifei, Meng Meng, Chu Shi, and Cricket, who could not yet speak or walk.

"Dad, uncle!"

"Dad, Uncle Kun!"

"Uncle, Uncle Kun!"

“Yeah yeah….”

When several little guys saw Yang Yukun and Mao Tutu, they ran towards them excitedly.

The little Zongzi threw herself into her father's arms, and the little ones Fifteen, Little Mosquito, and Grasshopper clamored for Uncle Kun to hold them.

Yang Yukun smiled and hugged each little guy.

Mao Tutu opened his hands, but he didn't expect that the bastard Fifteen would pounce on his Uncle Kun, not even his biological father.

What a traitor.

"Xiao Kun, Brother Tu."

"Xiao Kun, patriotic."

"Brother-in-law, Brother Kun..."

"Xiao Kun, you're here at the right time. I've recently bought a lot of ancient books. Come and help me appreciate them to see if they are genuine."

"Sister Xiao Xing, you are the authority on the appreciation of ancient books. I don't dare to boast in front of you."

"You're being modest, aren't you? If we really want to talk about it, you are still half of my master."

Meng Xiaoxing was able to embark on the path of collecting because of the influence of Wu Zige and Yang Yukun.

I remember it was July 1977. The weather was extremely hot. She couldn't find a job in the city and originally planned to go back to the countryside to continue farming.

At this time, Fifth Brother gave her the business of collecting rags.

In August 1977, Yang Yukun discovered many ancient books in a cart of old books she had collected, and her collection began.

After that, while collecting rags, she learned antique appraisal knowledge from Brother Wuzi and Uncle Guan. Yang Yukun also taught her a lot.

Since Wu Zige and Yang Yukun were looking for old objects in the alleys of Sijiucheng and other places in the imperial capital, it was difficult to find heavyweight porcelain and other items.

She collected rags, but she often received various ancient books, so she focused on the field of ancient book collection.

"Sister Xiao Xing, you are worthy of being the number one collector of ancient books in the imperial capital and even in the country."

Seeing all kinds of ancient books in the room, Yang Yukun gave Meng Xiaoxing a thumbs up.

He just said that Meng Xiaoxing was the authority in the field of ancient book collection, and he was not saying good things to flatter her.

The master is quite versatile and has good skills in ceramics, calligraphy, painting, jade and miscellaneous items.

As a disciple, Yang Yukun is naturally an all-around player.

However, the master is best at porcelain, and his apprentice is also best at porcelain.

Otherwise, his collection would not be dominated by porcelain.

Although he also collected a lot of paintings, most of them were works by modern and contemporary painters. There were only a few ancient paintings, and the only ancient book was a Ming Dynasty wine classic that he had obtained from his master.

But Meng Xiaoxing has been deeply involved in the field of ancient book collection. She has twenty-five copies of "Yongle Dadian" in her hand, and countless other heavyweight ancient books.

In recent years, Xiaoxing Environmental Protection Company has developed rapidly. It has completed the transformation from simple waste acquisition to renewable resource processing and recycling. It has provided industrial waste recycling and supporting services to many companies in the imperial capital, and has begun to expand its business outside the imperial capital. Expand the market.

Through Xiaoxing Environmental Protection Company, Meng Xiaoxing received many ancient books and other collections. The various ancient books currently collected by Meng Xiaoxing are conservatively estimated to be no less than two thousand.

Regardless of the quantity or quality of her collection, she is truly the number one collector of folk ancient books in the imperial capital.

If it were in the field of porcelain, Yang Yukun could say without humility that even ten Meng Xiaoxing could not catch up with him.

But in the field of ancient book collection, he did not delve into it as deeply as Meng Xiaoxing.

Even his master, Uncle Guan, Master Niu, Han Chunming and others dare not say that they are more authoritative than Meng Xiaoxing in the field of ancient book collection.

"What's going on? You don't know you're hungry, right? You don't want to eat?"

At this moment.

Yang Huajian walked in from outside.

Han Chunming had prepared dinner, but Yang Yukun and others did not come back. Yang Huajian quickly ran over to see what was going on.

"father!"

"uncle!"

"Uncle!"

"Yeah yeah...!"

Several little guys greeted Yang Huajian one after another as he walked into the courtyard.

"Hey." Yang Huajian said with a smile: "Xiao Wuzi asked me to invite you over for dinner. Princes and princesses, please come."

Mao Tutu smiled and said: "Xiao Jianzi, get up the sedan and drive to Xiao Wuzi's house."

"Xiao Tuzi, go to hell, get as far away from me as you want."

"My uncle is your father. If you can, say this in front of your father and see if my uncle can slap you."

"I don't know if your uncle will slap me, but I have to slap you today, little Tuzi, look at my brother's powerful Vajra Palm."

"Hey, it didn't hit."

"Brother Jian, be careful."

The soles of Mao Tutu's feet were smeared with oil. Yang Huajian smacked the air with his palm and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Yang Yukun had quick eyesight and hands to catch him.

"Xiao Tuzi, don't run away if you have the guts."

Yang Huajian held his lower back. He had used too much force and almost twisted his waist.

"You are so old, why are you still acting like a child? The children are watching, and you are not afraid of their jokes. Are you okay?"

Meng Xiaozao glanced at Yang Huajian speechlessly and rubbed his waist.

"Hehe...little mosquito, look at my powerful Vajra Palm!"

"Wow wow wow..."

Fifteen This kid imitated the behavior of his uncle just now and used a powerful Vajra Palm move against his old cousin, Little Mosquito.

The little mosquito couldn't bear the force of the palm and sat down on the ground, crying loudly.

"Pfft...cough cough..."

Yang Yukun and others were laughing hard and looked at Yang Huajian with a smile.

No matter how thick-skinned Yang Huajian was, he couldn't help but blush at this moment and quickly pulled his son up from the ground.

"Okay little mosquito, you are a man now. Men can't cry. Look at little Zongzi sisters, they are all laughing at you."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

Yang Yukun patted Shi Fifteen on the head: "Fifteen, you and Xiao Mosquito are cousins ​​and brothers. You can't know this and apologize to Xiao Mosquito."

"Little mosquito, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, please stop crying."

"Brother Xiaomosquito, please stop crying."

“Yeah yeah….”

With the guidance of a few little guys, the little mosquito finally stopped crying.

"Let's go eat."

Yang Yukun waved his hand, and the group left Meng Xiaoxing's collection courtyard and went to Han Chunming's house. (End of chapter)