Year: I had a good time when I was young

Chapter 389 Rejected

Of course, if it were Jia Dongxu who died due to a work-related injury, and I had grandchildren to raise, no one would say much.

Fortunately, Chu made it clear to Xiang Xiang that aid was not a job change, so he only used one wild wolf to accomplish the task.

After leaving the director's office, Chu Qianqian rode his bicycle out for a spin.

He took a whole wild wolf that had been processed, including the internal organs, and kept it, and brought it back to the supply and marketing cooperative in a bamboo basket.

By the way, Da Zhuang and Hong Niu were released from Novice Village.

First, I gave the wolf meat to the director of the supply and marketing cooperative and got a note stamped with a red stamp.

Only then did Aiyuan, who was fishing at the front desk, be called out. When she heard that it was done, the little girl almost jumped up with joy.

Chu Xiangqian handed his bicycle to Aiyuan.

He reached out and patted Da Zhuang and Hong Niu on their heads, pointing at Ai Yuan and asking them to protect her.

Da Zhuang and Hong Niu nodded in Ai Yuan's surprised eyes.

Then he followed Ai Yuan on his bicycle and headed out of the city.

Chu Qianqian watched the girl go, walked to an alley, took out the bicycle he bought in Hong Kong Island, and rode to find Nan Guangsheng.

Yesterday I told him to come over at 9pm, but I forgot about it after drinking.

After sending brothers Xue Jianguo, Xue Jianrong and Xiao Lan'er back to the courtyard, they didn't know if Nan Guangsheng had not waited for him and had to go home first.

When he arrived at the steel rolling mill, Chu Xiangqian easily found Nan Guangsheng again, but he didn't expect that this boy actually became coquettish.

When Chu Qiang looked at it, he understood that Nan Guangsheng's grandfather would most likely not let him leave the capital.

It was right to think about it, his family only gave birth to a single child in Nan Guang, and he didn't tell Nan Guang clearly where he was going.

How great would it be if his grandfather agreed to this?
Patting Nan Guangsheng on the shoulder, "Forget it, it's normal that your grandpa doesn't want you to leave. You wait here while I go get you 20 kilograms of wild boar meat."

If you want to take away all those 108 pounds, then you can come find me tomorrow night. "

Nan Guangsheng's face turned red when he was told that. He wanted to speak several times, but the words came to his lips and he couldn't.

He couldn't say that his grandpa felt that Chu Qianqian took him out of Beijing to do something shameful.

There was even speculation that Chu Xiangqian might sell the antique calligraphy and paintings he received abroad.

So not only was he not allowed to go out last night, but he also did not intend to sell the two antique calligraphy and paintings he had recently received to Chu Xiangqian.

When Chu Qianqian saw Nan Guangsheng hesitating, he was convinced that this boy really wouldn't follow him.

After riding a bicycle around for a few times, I put a bamboo basket with a full 20 kilograms of wild boar meat.

Diplomacy returned to the rolling mill and was given to Nan Guangsheng.

When Chu Qianqian wanted to leave, Nan Guangsheng suddenly asked, "Brother, are the calligraphy and paintings I exchanged with you still in your hands?"

Chu Qianqian was stunned and nodded in surprise, "Why are you asking? Or do you want to change back?"

Nan Guangsheng breathed a sigh of relief, then quickly shook his head, "Can you let me see the Xianghe scroll of Emperor Huizong Zhao Ji of the Song Dynasty tonight?"

Chu Xiangqian finally understood. This boy or his grandfather was worried that he was a second-rate dealer.

They even sell antique calligraphy and paintings, which are national treasures, to foreigners to make money.

And that Huizong's auspicious crane scroll is the most precious painting among all the calligraphy and paintings that Nan Guangsheng gave himself.

If the painting is still there, the suspicion is basically over.

Don't cherish the opportunity given to you by the secret passage.

But considering that this kid is only 15 years old, there's no point in arguing with him.

And let him see the Xianghe scroll, so that this boy will not keep hiding things in his heart.

"You come to my house in the evening and I'll show you the long roll. Then I'll pickle the remaining 88 pounds of wild boar with salt and give it all to you."

After saying that, Chu Qianqian smiled at Nan Guangsheng and said, "Okay, let's go back to work and talk about it tonight."

Watching Chu Qianqian ride away on his bicycle, Nan Guangsheng suddenly felt that he might have lost Chu Qianqian, a good big brother.

Chu Xiangqian smiled helplessly. He knew that Nan Guangsheng still had a grandfather to take care of, but he still asked him to become a policeman in Hong Kong Island. This was something he did not consider.

However, since this kid believes in his grandfather more, then we will treat him as ordinary friends from now on.

Of course, Chu Xiangqian didn't think there was anything wrong with Nan Guangsheng and even listened to his grandfather's words.

People have their own lives, so why should they follow your arrangements?

For a moment, Chu Qianqian, who couldn't think of anyone to take with him to become a policeman in Hong Kong Island, simply ran to Mao'er Hutong and first erected a bamboo pole on the courtyard wall.

Then he stayed in the house and made 75 boxes of deer glue to be handed over to Xu Damao.

The deer glue that I sell to Lard Boy and Baifanyu is made by boiling it for a whole day.

It's easy to make a second-class deer glue. The cooking time can be reduced by half, or even only 6 hours.

Last night after 12 o'clock in the morning, I went into Novice Village and killed all the wild monsters that spawned. As usual, I also collected the deer glue cooked in the Novice Village restaurant.

Add three more deer skins, add water, and it has been boiling for 9 hours now.

He used a collection technique on the boiling deer glue soup that was constantly bubbling in three huge iron pots.

Sure enough, 30 pounds + 7 pieces of deer glue appeared in the storage compartment.

And those that have been boiled for a full 24 hours, after collection, the quality is at least +12 or above.

Again, three 3-pound deer skins were put into three large pots.

After leaving Novice Village, I looked at my watch and saw that it was already 11 o'clock. I secretly thought that Qin Huairu would not be coming in the morning.

Simply take a piece of mutton from Novice Village and bring it to the kitchen to slice it, break a leg bone into pieces, put it into a large pot and cook it quickly over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

It's nice to have a private house. You can cook some meat and eat it without worrying about being smelled.

Moreover, next door to this courtyard is the Wenchang Emperor Temple, where relatively few people live.

At around 12 o'clock, half a pot of mutton soup was ready, and the tits also sent a warning. Chu Xiangqian saw Qin Huairu coming through the tits' sight.

Secretly, this woman really knows how to choose her time.

Qin Huairu immediately smelled the smell of broth when he entered the door. He saw Chu Qianqian in the kitchen and hurriedly ran over to take a look.

I happened to see this guy stirring the mutton soup with a spatula, and there were two palm-sized sesame cakes beside him.

Chu Qianqian pretended to be surprised. When he saw Qin Huairu, he smiled and said, "You're here just in time. Come and drink mutton soup."

Qin Huairu's face brightened, and then she sighed in her heart.

He walked up to Chu Qianqian, hugged him from behind and murmured in a low voice, "This is my first time eating food cooked by a grown man."

Chu Qianqian was startled and thought to himself, no way?
But Qin Huairu didn't look like he was lying.

Thinking about it carefully, it seems that apart from Xu Damao, there really is no other man cooking in the courtyard.

Of course, except Silly Zhu, who is a cook and a bachelor with a sister, he can't even think about not cooking.

A large bowl of mutton soup and a sesame seed cake, Chu Qianqian ate just enough.But Qin Huairu ate it like a New Year's Eve dinner.

No, maybe even the New Year's Eve dinner couldn't compare to this meal. After all, Chu Xiangqian was not short of mutton. A two-pound piece of mutton was cut into thin slices. That was half the pot filled with mutton.

Moreover, in Xinshou Village, the fat sheep that have been treated with collecting techniques have very little odor but a strong umami flavor.

So much so that even Qin Huairu drank two large bowls of it.

After dinner, even if Chu Xiangqian wanted to wash the dishes, Qin Huairu refused to let him do it.

He pulled Chu Qianqian to lie down on a lounge chair under the vines in the yard, and then ran to boil water to make tea for him.

He took out an antique appreciation book he bought at a junkyard and handed it to Chu Xiangqian, "You can drink tea and read here first, and then I'll come over and rub your shoulders after I finish washing the dishes."

Chu nodded forward, took it and saw that it was Zhao Ruzhen's 43 edition of the Antiques Guide.

He smiled and asked Qin Huairu, "You are quite discerning. This book can be said to be a complete collection of antique appreciation."

When Qin Huairu saw Chu Qianqian praising herself, the smile on her face immediately brightened, "I was always worried that my father would be deceived when I took back the antiques from my father.

Then I thought about learning it myself. "

Chu nodded forward, but murmured in his heart that if he could rely on reading a few books and memorizing a few books to identify antiques, he would be more easily deceived.

Those masters of counterfeiting like Qin Huairu, a half-hearted collector who seems to understand something but feels that his judgment is definitely not wrong.

Since newcomers don’t know anything, they are naturally very wary. Once it is too expensive, they would rather not buy it than be cheated.

Although there are times when veterans are discerning, they not only know how to appreciate antiques, but they also know the tricks used in antiques to deceive people.

If you really want to trick this kind of person, the person who makes the cost also has extremely high technical requirements.

Chu Xiangqian did not discourage Qin Huairu's enthusiasm. Anyway, the things she had access to at the second-hand collection station were rarely fake.

After all, the person who made the cost spent so much thought and cost, and 100% will not sell it to a second-hand collection station.

Waving to Qin Huairu, he lay on the recliner and leisurely flipped through the book in his hand.

Ten minutes later, Qin Huairu finished washing the dishes. Seeing that Chu Qianqian was focused on the book, he simply boiled water to wash up, then wiped his hair and walked to Chu Qianqian to sit down.

Naturally, he took Chu Qianqian's tea bowl and took a sip.

Chu Qianqian glanced at this woman, secretly thinking that she was really a fairy. She had already given birth to two children, and her appearance after taking a bath actually made people's hearts flutter just by looking at her.

But Qin Huairu's appearance is definitely not for gaining weight.

It's really no joke that being fat will ruin everything.

Chu leaned forward, and Qin Huairu immediately knew what he meant, and she squeezed together with him on the lounge chair with a smile.

Chu Xiangqian was not in a hurry to do anything. He had played many friendly matches with Qin Huairu and Lou Xiao'e in the past few days since he came back, and the fire in his heart was not too strong.

He smiled and shook the antique guide in his hand a few times and asked, "If you don't understand anything, I'll teach you."

Qin Huairu was stunned. He thought that in Chu Xiangqian's eyes, he was just a friendly match teammate, but today this guy was cooking for him and teaching him antique appreciation.

Feeling moved in my heart, I put a bright smile on Chu Qianqian's shoulder, turned the book to the first few pages, pointed at Chapter 1's explanation of ancient calligraphy and painting, and started asking.

One is interested in answering, and the other really wants to learn more about antique appreciation.

After talking about this, I actually explained the first five chapters of ancient calligraphy and painting, porcelain, bronzes, and ancient coins that Qin Huairu had read and studied hard.

The more he listened, the more Qin Huairu felt that Chu Xiangqian was too powerful, and women were attracted to men either for talent, money or power.

If he were more handsome, he would basically be irresistible.

Qin Huairu looked at Chu Qianqian's handsome side face and couldn't help but feel hot.

Lying on Chu Qianqian's chest, his fingers kept drawing circles.

Chu looked forward and knew what this woman meant.

Without going back to the inner room, he taught Qin Huairu how to sing under the vines.

More than an hour later, Qin Huairu, who was sweating from practicing his basic skills, took a moment to calm down and then talked about the things he had picked up from the junkyard in the past month or so.

Then he steeled himself and said to Chu Qianqian, "I'll go out for a meeting."

Chu nodded forward, and after waiting for twenty minutes, he saw the woman coming back quickly with a baggage, revealing two ancient paintings and a porcelain vase in the baggage.

Chu Qianqian just glanced at it a few times and had a rough guess in his mind.

Reaching out to touch the ancient painting, the voice of +32 gold coupons sounded in my mind.

Qin Huairu raised his head and glanced expectantly and asked, "How much did it cost to buy it?"

"5 hairs."

This time it was Chu Qianqian's turn to be surprised.He even almost cursed, secretly thinking that this woman really deserves to be the protagonist.

You can get this good stuff easily.

The more Chu Xiangqian looked at Dong Qichang's picture of mountains, rivers and seas of clouds, the more he admired the old Dong.

It's a pity that Lao Dong's character is not very good, otherwise the value of his paintings in the future will easily increase four or five times.

After watching for a while, Chu Qianqian came back to his senses, shook his head and sighed, "What a pity, what a pity!"

Qin Huairu felt nervous and thought the painting was fake, so she heard Chu Qianqian say, "Take this painting to a commission store and you should be able to buy it for around 120.

It's a pity that the preservation is not very good, otherwise, 160 would be fine. "

When Qin Huairu heard this, she couldn't help but rolled her eyes.

I was almost scared to death by this bastard just now.

For Qin Huairu, whether calligraphy and painting are good or not depends entirely on how much they cost.

The ancient painting she bought for 5 cents actually cost 120, which instantly made her feel a sense of accomplishment. At the same time, she also confirmed that Chu Xiangqian was really making money by letting herself stay at the used goods collection station.

Naturally, Chu Xiangqian would not sell this painting to a consignment store.

While reaching out to touch the second painting, he said to Qin Huairu, "I won't tell you anything. The current market price of antiques is the market price.

In fact, if you want to sell it, you have to at least cut it in half, or even sell it for 2% or 3%.

So for this painting, how about giving you 60? "

Qin Huairu was overjoyed and nodded hurriedly. This painting alone was worth two and a half months' salary.

But Chu Qianqian warned him, "You must remember from now on, never think about buying high-priced antiques.

No matter who is in front of you, bring out an antique that looks right and is in excellent condition.The only thought in your mind is that this person wants to cheat you out of your money.

Understand?
Besides, when you work at a junkyard, you basically come into contact with things that ordinary people sell as garbage.There are a lot of fake ones in there.

But there’s definitely more to the real thing.As long as you stay at the second-hand goods collection station, your salary income is not important. "

Qin Huairu naturally believed this. He just sold a painting for 60 yuan. If the remaining paintings and porcelain were also authentic, it would be a real profit.

(End of this chapter)