Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 32

An old man in his 50s was about to rush in with red eyes, but before his feet crossed the threshold, he was dragged back by a young man covering his mouth, and then dragged back with his neck strangled.

"I was on guard against you, Uncle Zhang, are you really going in? And you, you are so dumb, why don't you help get rid of it... If your father rushes in today, you just wait to deliver him food..."

The son also reacted, put the old man's legs together, and the two of them carried the old man and ran out of the market.

Black and white, everything is fixed, if you really want to go in and disrupt this transaction, at least it is just a trouble, starting in half a month.

How many less games do you have to play?
"what happened?"

"These are the three previous sellers. It is estimated that Boss Li said that the bottle is worth more than 100 million in a live broadcast. I want to regret it!"

"Before selling this bottle, these three people made a written statement. What good things do you want?"

"What document?"

Someone told the story of Li Dingan asking the old man to write a receipt before paying, and the three of them signed and stamped their fingerprints together.

"This is to sue the United Nations, and he won't win?"

Mr. Wei sighed softly: "Boss Li's disposition doesn't look like a young man in his early twenties..."

"Award!"

Li Dingan put away the phone in a neither humble nor overbearing way.

180 million, in hand...

After seeing off Mr. Wei and Wu Weimin, Li Ding'an went into the bathroom on the pretext of feeling uncomfortable.Then, click on the system.

Sure enough, the task was completed again:
Misfortunes depend on blessings, blessings lie on misfortunes!
You didn't miss luck, and you managed to avoid trouble once.

Congratulations, lucky one...

Task: It's hard to tell if it's true or false.

Completion: 100%.

Cumulative fans: 51821 people.

Number of views and rebroadcasts: 12133 times.

Popularity points: 63954.

Reward: Do you want to consume 60000 points to learn skills?
Yes……

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The screen flickered for a while, like a revolving lantern:
The world of ice and snow is full of plains.

On the vermilion lacquered gate tower, a colorful paper building is hung on a long pole.

Counting carefully, there are ten floors, which shows that the deceased old man lived to be over 95 years old.

Happy and mourning!

The mansion did not invite opera troupes to play music, but held a running water banquet: from ten miles to eight villages, poor people and tenants can come to eat, and there is no need to pay a ceremony.

The reputation of Zhang's house is very good. Grandpa Zhang is also a well-known benevolent person in ten miles and eight towns. He has done a lot of things such as building bridges and paving roads, donating porridge and clothing, and many people have received his favor, and his reputation is very good.

So in these three days, there was an endless stream of guests.

There was a sea of ​​people outside the door, all queuing up to eat the flowing water table, the Zhang family also spent a lot of money, four meat, four vegetables and eight bowls, all the meat dishes were made of big fat slices, and the steamed buns could be eaten vigorously.

Not far away, a man in his 40s walked over in a figure-of-eight gait.

Look again, unkempt, yawning while walking, it seems that I haven't slept for many days.

Taking a closer look, he was wrapped in a torn cotton jacket, and the leather boots on his feet were replaced with rotten felt shoes.

You can tell what's going on just by looking at it, and one of the people who was waiting to eat the water table joked casually: "Master Zhang Jiu, are you losing again?"

"Which pot is not open and which pot is lifted, go away..."

The man cursed casually, yawned again, and then "suddenly" jumped three feet high: "My dear mother, why are there so many people, and the red bandits are calling?"

"Master Zhang Jiu, it's not the red bandit, it's the old master Zhang who has lived through the ages..."

My father... is dead?
As if frozen, he choked half of his breath in his throat.

After a long time, the man came back to his senses, burst into tears, covered his head and rushed in.

The onlookers were still thinking: Although this old nine eats, drinks, prostitutes and gambles in everything, he still has a bit of filial piety.

But then, his eyes fell all over the place: "Father...you are dead, who will give me the money?"

Poor Mrs. Zhang has been doing good deeds all his life, why did he give birth to such a bear?

There were also a lot of guests in the yard, all of whom were prominent figures in the county, and the banquets were also of high quality.Further inside, the broad mourning hall is full of children and grandchildren.

Although they were all dressed in hemp and filial piety, there was no sadness on their faces, and a few little dolls were still playing around below, but no one scolded them.

Zhang's family has a great career, many sons and grandchildren, and there are many promising ones among them.What is even more rare is that the brothers are harmonious and the sisters-in-law are friendly, so before Mrs. Zhang left, he specially confessed that it would be a happy event.

It is true that Zhang's family is holding a happy event.

It was lively and lively, but when Zhang Laojiu, who was wrapped in a ragged cotton jacket, stepped into the door, everyone's faces collapsed.

He didn't care, and knelt down under the altar with a "dong", and a "wow", just about to cry, he heard a deep shout: "Uncle Nine!".

It was his eldest nephew and the eldest son and grandson of the Zhang family. Uncle Zhang, after the death of Zhang Laojiu's eldest brother, was his housekeeper.

"Uncle Jiu, don't howl... Grandpa confessed before leaving: No one can cry..."

"Nephew, the one lying inside, but my dear father, your dear father...won't you let me shed a few tears?"

"Master, don't make trouble, dad really told me..."

"go away!"

Zhang Jiu pushed his mother-in-law back, and looked at Zhang Da with squinted eyes, "It's okay not to let me howl, but let me know that my father left something for me... Boss, don't try to fool me. Who in our family doesn't know that the youngest son who loves me the most..."

Zhang Da's face sank: Grandpa loved you the most when he was alive, he let you do everything and protect you, so no one dared to do anything to you.

But grandpa is gone, you still dare to be generous, and dare to throw people from the Zhang family in front of so many folks?
"Uncle Jiu, my nephew has offended me!"

Zhang Dachao shook his head left and right, and four strong men came up, all of them were nephews.Those who cover their mouths cover their mouths, those who hug their waists hug their waists, and those who lift their feet lift their feet.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Jiu was taken out.

After that, he was locked in the backyard all the time, and the four young people from the same village watched him. They asked him to burn the paper during the funeral, and never let him out again.

Zhang Da confessed: Master Jiu dared to run, but his legs were discounted!

Zhang Jiu also understood: Once the father dies, it means that this family has changed...

But Zhang Dating was very kind, and he would do whatever the old man told him when he left: more than 1000 mu of good land, two large ones, one small and three houses, more than 500 cattle, horses and livestock...he had nothing left, and handed it over to Zhang Laojiu.

And in the study of the old house, there is this blue and white pot with a flat mouth and crooked mouth...

It's a pity that some people's roads seem to be paved by nature. In a few years, Zhang Jiu completely defeated the huge family business.

It was also luck, as soon as the family property was wiped out, Hebei was liberated.

When dividing the ingredients, he was rated pauper.The government called the shots and characterized a small courtyard that he had exported before as a robbery, and returned it to him.

It's also a coincidence that the pot is still there...

Afterwards, I don't know if it was God's intentional joke, or the gambler's gene was already baked into his blood. Zhang Jiu's son is also a bad gambler.

After the son died, it was the turn of the grandson and the great-grandson, that is, the two men who sold the pot before, and they were still bad gamblers.

I don't know if it's a coincidence, four generations of grandparents and grandchildren have gambled and gambled, lost and lost, but this pot is always there...

After reading the story, Li Ding'an couldn't help but sigh: There is no one in this family, a nest of bad gamblers?
Looking at the skills again, his eyeballs popped:
1. From the memory of Zhang Laojiu, the crappy Pai Gow, lv[-].

1. Memories from Zhang Gouer, a crappy dice shaker, lv[-].

1. From the memories of Lao Zhang and his son, the crappy cheating Jinhua, lv[-].

1. Identification of Ming Dynasty Porcelain, LV[-].

When he saw the first three items, Li Ding'an really wanted to swear and greet the immediate family members of the system.

Don't say he is not good at gambling, even if he is good at gambling, don't look at how the four generations of grandparents and grandchildren have lost?
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the last item.

I have only learned the identification of Qing Dynasty porcelain before, and after this study, Ming and Qing porcelain can be regarded as alive.

Li Dingan was overjoyed and rubbed his hands...

(End of this chapter)