you touched my years

Chapter 6 Hieroglyphics
A small bowl of warm white porridge, although it is not enough to fill Liu Xiaoyu's stomach, but this hot and fresh food still makes Liu Xiaoyu very satisfied, because this is Liu Xiaoyu's best meal for a day.

Squatting on the small pier by the corner to eat is her regular place to eat. She is not qualified to sit on the table at home. Her dinner is the porridge left over from the morning, and there is usually no food at noon. Wang Xiaohong does not allow her to go back to the table. At home, she could only pick up trash outside, so Liu Xiaoyu only had two meals a day, almost all of which were porridge.

They were never afraid that Liu Xiaoyu would secretly hide money, because the owner of the toll booth that collected the rags was Wang Xiaohong's cousin-in-law, that is to say, as long as Wang Xiaohong inquired, they could know whether Liu Xiaoyu had hidden money.

Based on what they knew about Liu Xiaoyu, they naturally understood that this girl was cowardly and cowardly, how could she dare to hide money.Therefore, Liu Xiaoyu only needs to travel a little more now, and sell the junk in two batches, one for the place designated by Wang Xiaohong, and the other for the junk to be sold further away, so that she will not be discovered and her future will be brighter.

After eating, she took her trolley and snakeskin bag and went out. Before going out, Liu Yuancai kept blinking at her, Liu Xiaoyu nodded knowingly, and Liu Yuancai continued digging into the bowl with a smile. rice.

Sitting on the side, Liu Shan glanced at her brother, a little puzzled, but she was a young and unruly girl, how could she know so much, she just thought her brother's eyes were not good, so she continued to bury her head in eating.

Liu Xiaoyu naturally knew that Liu Shan was paying attention to the two of them, but Liu Xiaoyu had complicated feelings towards Liu Shan. Liu Shan hadn't been close to her since she was a child, so naturally she looked down on her, scolding and shouting were common things, but Liu Shan But the person in the whole family has done the least to her. Although she still has the selfishness and ruthlessness of the Liu family, compared to other people, Liu Shan is not within the range that Liu Xiaoyu wants to get in touch with. She will only respect Liu Shan at a respectful distance, and will not be close friends.

When Liu Mancang walked into the door of the bookstore, he saw a sweet girl talking to the boss. At this moment, she was smiling and bright-eyed. Although she was thin, she was full of energy. It was almost a far cry from the cowardly girl she saw before. .

The gorgeous smile on the corners of his lips reminded him of the faint and weird mocking smile that day, the two people who are so contradictory, but they blended together exceptionally.

Liu Mancang continued with the ancient book that he hadn't finished reading yesterday. This book is actually just a manuscript, and the real lonely copy is in his hands, but it doesn't prevent Liu Mancang from reading here. He likes the atmosphere of this ancient alley, and there are people here As a childhood memory, he hoped to rest here in his twilight years, so staying here to read books is not only a kind of enjoyment, but also a kind of comfort.

"This is the inheritance of our ancestors from the original way of recording things. It is the earliest character in the world, and it is also the most vivid and well-preserved Chinese character font. Then, what you see is now The characters of the Naxi people in Yunnan, which have been handed down to the present, have extremely rich meanings in the form of morphological characters."

Liu Xiaoyu stopped flipping her fingers casually, watching the old man called Man Ye explain the book in her hand very eloquently, she never thought that he would suddenly point out to herself, she was just curious about such strange-shaped words Why did it attract him, and also attract herself, but she didn't expect to be fascinated by it at first glance, and found it very interesting, and Man Ye's introduction also made her a little enlightened.

These are indeed ancient characters. She looked at Liu Mancang. Although she only reached the position of his arms, she looked up at him with dark, bright eyes full of thirst for knowledge. For some reason, Liu Mancang couldn't bear it I can't help but feel like I'm running away, the eyes are too clean, and this girl has an aura that doesn't match up with this girl, just like these hieroglyphs, they are similar in spirit but different in shape.

Disappeared at the entrance of the alley again, the snakeskin pocket on the ground seemed to be able to hear the rubbing against the bluestone board, Liu Xiaoyu looked at the back of the old man leaving, and the few books on the wooden board Looking at the cover of the ancient book carefully, it is difficult to understand.

Carefully put the book in her hand among those books. To her, these things are just hobbies, only hobbies.Or just like the old man who has gone away, mysterious and unavailable.

"Hey, Master Man, are you here? The things collected during this period are placed in the west wing. I'll take you to have a look." The boss, Qian Jian, is a bald and fat man in his 30s with a big beer belly. This person is very good at doing business, and he always greets everyone with a smile. Even a little girl like Liu Xiaoyu, he will never look down on or ignore others.

The things that Liu Xiaoyu sells are almost the least among all the people, because she has no capital to collect the rags, she just picks up those things, so she can only earn more than ten yuan each time, but Qian Jian has always been polite , and give as much as he can, which is why Liu Xiaoyu would rather travel a long way to sell things.

Qian Jian is not only the owner of a waste collection station, but also a dealer in cultural relics. In the early years, he taught him with a master in Panjiayuan for a few years. His vision is not good, but 6 or 7 of the ten times he collected things that were genuine. goods.

Qian Jian opened this waste collection station for a purpose. People in these small places always think that the broken pots and bowls at home are useless, so they sell them as waste. His waste collection station is the first-hand Concentrated place, therefore, Qian Jian really doesn't care about the small money of small hawkers like Liu Xiaoyu.

"Fatty Qian, are you still recruiting child labor?" Liu Mancang asked Qian Jian, which naturally referred to Liu Xiaoyu who was standing with Qian Jian's wife and was about to leave with a snakeskin bag in his hand. .

"Master Man, look at what you said, isn't it because that girl is pitiful? You see, she is ten years old and not as strong as my 7-year-old son. I heard that she is the adopted daughter of Liu Fagui's family in Liujiaxiang. Sin, it's really pitiful for this child to come out to pick up junk at such a young age, I can't see this, so I accepted this girl's goods, man, please be careful on the steps, please come inside"

Qian Jian said as he walked, naturally all this information was input into Liu Mancang's ears, Liu Mancang didn't say anything, he just thought that he was really destined to meet this girl, and we could meet each other a few times, but it's not surprising, the whole old city, scrap purchases There were only a few of them standing, and Qian Jian had always been generous in his spending and recovered a lot of things. Naturally, it was not unusual to meet this small colleague here.

Liu Mancang picked out a snuff bottle in Qian Jian's warehouse for a long time today, and picked out a snuff bottle that Qian Jian thought was a fake. , Exquisite, received as a handicraft, it feels a bit like putting it in the warehouse at the moment, after all, his buyer doesn't know Liu Mancang.

He has never heard of Liu Mancang's name, and this old man often comes here to sell a sack of waste newspapers. If it weren't for a chance, Qian Jian would never have thought that this old man who picks up rags is actually a collector of antiques .

But if you think about it, you can find some details. This old man has always been wearing clean clothes, maybe because the old-fashioned cardigan is something that many people don’t wear for a long time in the eyes of many people, and it even looks quaint. The representative of poverty, and on the surface he still makes a living by picking up junk.

Therefore, for such an old man who would spend all his money in collections, Qian Jian couldn't understand it at first. Of course, he still hasn't understood it now. It's still good. Every time he picks up something, 10 out of 5 or 6 out of [-] are true to him, although he himself is not sure about many things.

It's just that such an expert didn't pick anything today, but picked out the snuff bottle that he looked like a handicraft. Qian Jian certainly wouldn't say that it was a handicraft. It's not that he didn't think that Liu Mancang was going to leave because of his own thoughts.

The things here have always been clearly priced and not bargained, and the sign clearly states that you can get as much as you want. Naturally, it's useless to regret it, otherwise he wouldn't even think about messing around in this business.

The price of this snuff bottle is not low. After all, the carving is really fine and beautiful. Although it is fake in Qian Jian's eyes, the price is about the same as that of a walnut snuff bottle in the late Qing Dynasty. He checked his eyes and recognized the wrong item, but the item he sold was not a loss, and the price difference was only a small [-] yuan.

At the moment, I don't think it's a pity, but I just feel that I still need to learn a lot from this vision.

Liu Mancang put the snuff bottle in his pocket, and when he went out, he looked at the corner of the wall. The little girl had already left. Liu Mancang didn't speak, he covered his chest and coughed a few times, then hunched over and walked away.

　This article is indeed a bit slow, but the rebirth of the heroine needs a process of learning and escaping from the Liu family.

　　Pull the hero out tomorrow.Tickets, lots of tickets, lots of collections.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)