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When Wang Yan returned home, he changed into a vest and shorts again, washed his face in the sink, washed the work clothes he had worn, and the underwear and socks he had changed into, and hung them to dry on the clothesline in the yard.

After a lot of work, I patted cucumbers in the outer room, cut pork heads, mixed some minced garlic, soy sauce, chili oil, etc. Then I took the basin and steamed buns, locked the door, and went out to the canteen. The small courtyard of Laoguan.

The yard is not big, with only three main rooms and two east and west wing rooms. The canteen outside occupies the house on the south side of the yard, and a new wall was built to separate the canteen.

The old and the young are not given in vain, and the small courtyard in Laoguan is well kept. The walls are covered with green ivy, there are some colorful flowers in the yard, and there is a large water tank with a landscape, which is called Menhai in a more professional way, and some Feng Shui details. Several carp were swimming back and forth in the tank, giving it a lively atmosphere.

After looking around, Wang Yan stepped into the main room. At this juncture, he and Han Chunming were sitting on the solid wood sofa in the living room. On the coffee table in front of them were six dishes, including roast duck, fried fish, cold vegetables, peanuts, etc., and of course Erguotou was indispensable.

"I'm telling you, Admiral, just one fan. Your table of food and wine is enough to buy two of them. This is a bit much."

"How can it be the same? You're a smart boy. You've become a master like my disciple. Why don't you understand this? You give me a fan, it's for respecting the old man. I'll treat you to a drink, and there will be plenty of food to go with it. That's right, that's child-loving, that's what it means, can you just sit still or not?"

"I understand. Your admiral is worried that it will be difficult to return this fan in the future, so he came to stop my mouth today." Wang Yan said with a smile: "Yes, don't take advantage of the bastard, you can get it today Eat well and drink well.”

Lao Guanguan laughed: "Here, put the pig head meat over here, I like to eat it."

Wang Yan handed over the pork head, skewered the plate again, and then sat down: "Do you always make this dish?"

"If you don't have a disciple, why should you keep him?"

Han Chunming, who was pouring wine from a flask, smiled and said, "How about it, Your Majesty, is it okay?"

"It's a bit of a show-off, but I don't know what it's like."

"Then what are you waiting for?" Lao Guantuan picked up the small wine glass: "Are you waiting for me to toast you? Then drink."

"Come on, this is my first time drinking with the Admiral. Let me greet you first." Wang Yan drank three small glasses in a row, which was less than two taels of wine. It was like celebrating a birthday, a mess of auspicious things. talk.

"Come on, disciple, let's go together." The old man accepted three glasses of wine with a smile. He was old enough to bear it. Of course, this is superficial. After all, Wang Yan has been running for a thousand years and has been working hard. At this juncture, even if he kowtows to Mr. Wang, he can't even get in line...

The three of them drank a glass of wine together and then began to use chopsticks to eat.

Han Chunming looked expectantly at Wang Yan, who had just taken a bite of fish: "Your Majesty, tell me?"

"It's okay, it has some flavor."

In the original drama, Han Chunming ran a restaurant, and he learned from Lao Guanguan since he was a child, so he never tired of fine food or detail. Now it seems that Han Chunming has some talent as a chef.

"That's it. As your prince says, I will open a restaurant in the future, and you will be able to support me."

"If I go, it won't cost a penny."

"Look at what you said. It's vulgar to raise money. You always eat as much as you like, even if you eat eight dishes and eight bowls, there's nothing wrong with it."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "That's almost it. I don't have a penny in my pocket. It's strange to say that the situation is embarrassing. Let's wait until the day you actually open the restaurant."

Han Chunming chuckled, raised his glass and gave Wang Yan a toast.

Then the meal started. Wang Yan was not polite at all and just made steamed buns. Of course, he was not idle either. He kept talking to Laoguan about traditional Chinese culture. It mainly talks about the history of China, from which some of the culture of the three religions, anecdotes of celebrities and the like are revealed.

Wang Yan is just unclear about those messy stories. When it comes to traditional culture, he is a serious player. After all, I have lived a long life, and I have personally experienced the Ming and Song dynasties, so I have a clearer understanding.

Watching Wang Yan drink up the last cup of wine, he wiped his shiny mouth, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The old man gave a thumbs up: "Good boy, you can eat it really well."

Wang Yan blew out the smoke with a smile: "It was your admiral who arranged the food. I can't forgive you for your hospitality."

At the last moment, he ate the last piece of pig head meat and asked: "Little thief, when did you start looking for these old things? When your father was alive, I talked to him and said that you fight all day long and don't learn. If you don’t know how to destroy things, how come you know so much now and still have all the good things in your hands?”

"Yes, Your Majesty, why have I never heard that you like these objects?"

"My father said that I am uneducated and have no skills. Can't it be a modest statement? I am a fighter, but you said, who among the young men doesn't fight? Ever since I was a child, I have been number one in every subject."

Wang Yan shook his head and said: "As for looking for these old objects, there is a saying that gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times. Our country now has atomic bombs, hydrogen bombs, and missiles. Our country is definitely getting better and better. Because The situation in the past few years has been that all the original treasures have been dug out, either taken away, or scattered to other places, or burned completely by fire, but it is also a good time. My four A set of doucai wine glasses is worth ten yuan?

No matter how uneducated I am, I still know that the things used by the emperor are still cheaper? Not to mention what will happen in the future, let’s just say that in the past, if you didn’t have hundreds or even thousands of taels of silver, how could you get that set of wine glasses? So this is not just about taking advantage of the current price and collecting more for later. Even if I can't understand it, I'm happy to see it. I can sell one or two pieces in the future if I don't have any money to spend. I won't have to worry about food and drink in this life. How great. "

Han Chunming nodded repeatedly, and what he said was correct. He asked: "Your Majesty, where do you usually collect them?"

"There are a lot of people in Shichahai and Liulichang who use objects to exchange money, exchange tickets, and collect rags. When you walk on the street, have you never seen children playing with objects and mud? Otherwise, go to the cultural relics store and spend money to buy them. , If you have a way, then think of a way to go to the warehouses where the collected items are piled up. Isn't that a mouse entering the rice warehouse and taking whatever he wants? It's such a small thing, why do you need to ask me? "

"What?" Han Chunming was stunned, his eyes widened and he couldn't believe it: "My lord, you can even enter the warehouse?"

"I've only been there a few times, and the management was looser at that time, and no one cared about these things. It's difficult to get in now. The main thing is that all the management systems have caught up. And there are many people who know the goods, so take advantage of it. There are a lot of people collecting things at this time, so it’s hard to handle. So, just give up on this idea.”

The old man said: "Let me put it this way, you have a lot of good things in your hands, don't you? You can drink from that set of Doucai wine glasses. Do you think you have something more precious? Tell the admiral that the most beautiful things in the year are When will long objects be available?”

"There are just a few tripods from the Shang and Zhou dynasties, as well as some jades and the like. Most of them are only for offerings and are of no use."

"Hey, you have such a loud voice. When are you going to let the Admiral cuddle you?"

"Let's talk about it later when we have time. It's all hidden, and it's hard to take it out now. Your admiral, try your best to live a little longer, and wait until the current situation changes, then I'll let you look at it."

"Look down on me, kid. I'm telling you, if you're such a tormented person, I really don't know whether you can survive."

"Yes, your admiral is really merciless." Wang Yan said: "I have eaten and drank enough today. If your admiral doesn't take advantage of me, then I can't take advantage of you in vain. Yesterday I didn't mean to return the car. Do you have a few strings of beads? I’ll give you one to play with. I didn’t know where to read it, saying that moving your hands more can reduce the chance of Alzheimer’s disease. It just so happens that you can hold the strings while you’re doing dishes, and you can prevent them in advance. prevention."

"Hey, don't give up." Lao Guanjian waved his hand: "Go, disciple, and bring back the bracelet of Grandpa Jiumen Admiral."

"Then I'll go back with the prince to get things first. Put these here. I'll clean them up when I come back later, master."

Wang Yan, holding a cigarette in his mouth, went out and returned home with Han Chunming.

I dug out a box from the cabinet, and with Han Chunming's eyes filled with love, desire, and desire, I took out a bracelet and handed him a fan: "Here you go, take one and play with it."

"Really give it to me?" Seeing that Wang Yan was about to stuff the fan back with his backhand, Han Chunming quickly reached out and grabbed it and held it in his arms: "Hey, thank you, Your Majesty. Your Majesty is so generous. I'd like to thank you, Your Majesty for the reward."

The original accented word "ye" was changed to a lighter tone, which means "Prince" in the literal sense. This shows that Han Chunming is really happy. The golden nan boards of the Ming Dynasty, even if the value of the wood is not valuable, it is still a happy thing to think about, and the most important thing is that it is free. If he really had such a piece of material, he would really not be willing to make fans or car beads. When he heard about it during the day, he scolded Wang Yan for trashing things. Now of course it's really fragrant. If Wang Yan doesn't do it, he won't have any share.

"Go away, clean my basin and bring it back. I only have two of them, and I can count them all."

"My lord, just wait. I'll send it back to you in less than twenty minutes. Let's go."

Seeing him leaving, Wang Yan put away the box and took the basin to the pool in the courtyard to wash up. After eating and drinking for several hours, it was already past eight o'clock and it was time to go to bed.

After washing up quickly, I went back to the house, picked up a book, read it, and fanned myself to cool off. After a while, when Han Chunming came back with the pot of pig head meat mixed with cucumbers, he lay down on the bed and slept...

Wang Yan's life is very ordinary, especially in such an era, it is naturally even more calm. I just wake up in the morning and go to Chang'an Street to be a monkey, go to the factory to drink tea for the day, come back to eat and drink, watch chess outside for a while, go home to sleep at about eight o'clock, and the day is over.

Nowadays, it is actually no different from the future. It is nothing more than adding a link of playing with mobile phones. It is always the same day after day, and so many lofty ideals are buried in life. Many great dreams are also strangled in the cradle. But on the other hand, this is not a bad thing. Because ordinary people cannot bear the consequences of their lofty ideals and great dreams, both spiritually and materially.

Time flashed to three days later. At around 7 o'clock in the morning, Wang Yan came back from outside on his bicycle, going against the crowd of people going to work.

Su Meng, who had just gone to the bathroom early in the morning, yawned and walked on the road. She saw him stop beside her and asked, "Why did you come back so early in the morning? Are you working the night shift?"

"I work in the factory to repair equipment in the logistics department. People can stop, but machines can't. If something goes wrong at night, it needs to be repaired urgently. We all work in shifts, so it's just me. But it's a coincidence that I can make it in time. Tomorrow will be the week On the same day, I happened to have two days of rest in a row."

"It's useless. I won't be able to sleep for most of the day today. I slept during the day and can't sleep at night. You won't feel well tomorrow."

Su Meng seemed to be very experienced, and turned to look at the cakes tied to Wang Yan's handlebars: "Is this the breakfast I bought? And the bread from your factory? Otherwise, Wang Yan, you eat really well. , I ate for 50 cents in the morning. I've been thinking about it for you these two days. You brought me back the pork head I bought that night, and the fried hairtail the next day. Good guy, the aroma spread throughout our alley. The fried soybean noodles we ate on the third day were still braised with meat. What your prince ate for these three days was enough to cover the expenses of our family of four for a week."

"Didn't I tell you before that as soon as I got my salary, I would enjoy it first, and if I wait another ten or eight days, you will see that I am willing to work hard. You also have nothing to do, and you just stare at me all day long. What to eat? Has the work matter been settled yet?"

"I could have gone to work if I wanted to, but there is no good job. I don't want to be a worker in a factory. Recently, my dad is looking for someone and wants me to go to the Children's Palace. There has been no movement for so long. I think there is no chance. ”

Wang Yan chuckled lightly and greeted the passers-by with a smile without saying a word.

I have really gotten to know Su Meng a lot these days. I see her almost every day, and I can say a few words to her whether she has something to say or not. As for Cheng Jianjun, he rarely met him. Anyway, in the past three days, except for the previous one, he only saw him once.

The two of them walked back to the courtyard. Su Meng said, "I'm going back. You stayed up all night and had a good rest."

Wang Yan nodded with a smile, then unlocked the door. After entering the house and changing clothes, he put the kettle on the stove and boiled water with gas. He went to the courtyard to wash clothes, face, and feet. After finishing one set, the water in the house was boiled. I soaked dried dates and chrysanthemums in water, and put a piece of old yellow rock sugar in a tea cup. I ate the pastries I bought with the water and finished my breakfast.

Judging from their workload, they can't stay up all night. Problems that can be solved are solved on the spot. If they can't be solved, they have to wait until the next day to contact the manufacturer. So anyway, they can get some sleep. It was very safe last night, and Wang Yan was very adaptable. Even if he changed places and slept on a camp bed, he would still be able to sleep and wake up naturally.

And with Wang Yan's energy, it doesn't matter even if he doesn't sleep. It was early in the morning and he had nowhere to go, so he cleared the desk, made a new pot of green tea, took out pen, ink, paper and inkstone and started writing big characters...

Near noon, Han Chunming ran in with a bang: "Hey, I'm writing, Your Majesty." After saying that, he looked at the things on the table habitually, and then he got out of hand.

The tea set is a complete set of Ming Dynasty official kiln, the inkstone is Su Shi's, the brush holder is from the late Qing Dynasty, the ink sticks are all decades old, and the writing paper is all Qianlong paper, which means that one chapter is less than one chapter. What a waste.

After a while, Wang Yan wildly scolded Qinyuan Chunxue, and poured two cups of tea with a smile: "That's almost it. Even if you stare in, it won't be your fault. But it's not in vain for you to follow the Admiral. The strength is high and you can tell at a glance.”

He also has tea sets from the Ge kiln of the Song Dynasty, but fried tea was not very popular during the Song Dynasty, so there were not many of them. The Ming and Qing Dynasties developed well, and tea sets were very complete. They were looking for a sense of elegance, so they used this complete set. That is to say, I pretend to be lonely. In fact, it’s okay to take a sip from the big enamel jar, just drink water.

"That's right, I'm very familiar with objects from the Ming and Qing dynasties. No matter if it's ceramic sculptures, gold, silver, jade, or calligraphy and painting, my brother is very knowledgeable." Han Chunming chuckled and looked carefully. Holding the tea cup: "I never expected that one day, I will be able to drink tea with objects from the Xuande period. It will be worth it."

"What I'm saying is, if you can use something good, you should use it. That's two feelings, the tea is very fragrant."

"Yes, yes, it smells really good."

Wang Yan shook his head and smiled: "Don't just take care of Xiang. What do you want from me?"

"Ah, by the way..." Han Chunming came to his senses and said with a smile: "My job is settled. The one Cheng Jianjun and his father helped arrange in the backyard is the Yili Food Factory. Your Majesty, in the factory from now on, all the small and big things will be done." I have to rely on you to take care of me."

"No, I'm also a nobody. I don't have that much face. You'd better be honest."

Han Chunming smiled and didn't care. He knew that Wang Yan was keeping a low profile. After all, he had been so good since he was a child. Even if he didn't stand out in the factory, he would definitely have the ability to ensure that he was comfortable and not angry.

He said: "Your Majesty, I don't have a bicycle, and I'm not familiar with it. Can you always take me with you on Monday?"

"OK."

"Okay, just say hello to me when you leave. Your Majesty, I'm back. I have to treat Cheng Jianjun to a meal at noon. Thank you."

Wang Yan waved his hand, did not reply, and continued to drink tea and write big characters.

When one thing comes, there is often another thing, and there is always no time to relax. Just as Han Chunming left, Su Meng stumbled out of the backyard and passed by Wang Yan's door. She took a curious look through the open window and saw Wang Yan lowering his head and following the pen.

She approached quietly, opened the window and looked in, and said in surprise: "Okay, I didn't expect you to be able to write calligraphy? It's better than what my dad writes."

"It's just not interesting. I wrote it for fun."

"To be too modest is to be proud. If you write well, you will write well." Su Meng asked: "Did you not sleep?"

"Come in and stand by the window to block the light."

Su Meng rolled her eyes, but still entered the door. She looked at the environment in the house curiously and sighed, "I didn't expect you to keep this house so clean."

"What's the matter, do I have to make this room look like a doghouse?" Wang Yan smiled and poured a cup of tea: "Drink tea."

"I won't drink it. It's over 30 degrees outside and you still drink hot tea inside. You're really cool."

"A calm mind naturally cools down, but you are still too anxious."

Su Meng nodded: "Cheng Jianjun came to me just now and said that his father had obtained two job quotas for your factory from the street. He asked me if I would go. Now everyone in our courtyard is working, and I am the only one. I'm still at home eating my parents' food. Although my parents are willing to support me, they won't be anxious about what other people will say about me."

"There's no point in being anxious. The boat will go straight when it reaches the bridge."

Su Meng didn't answer the question, and asked again: "Why don't you go to bed? Are you going to resist until night and go to bed directly?"

"The equipment in the factory is not always broken. We are on duty to repair the equipment, not to check the equipment. If the equipment is fine, we will set up a bed in the office to sleep. Yesterday was very good, nothing happened at all, I slept through it Until dawn."

"Yes, that's just me worrying. I won't tell you anymore. Just write your name and leave."

"It's almost noon, why are you still going out for a walk?"

"Oops, I need to go to the bathroom, it's annoying."

Listening to the footsteps quickly disappearing, Wang Yan shook his head and smiled. There is no other way in the public toilet, so his fate with Su Meng may depend on how much water Su Meng drinks that day...

After writing for a while, Wang Yan collected the things, tinkered with the cornmeal pancakes, cooked the dishes, and took a bite by himself. Of course, even if he dealt with it, it would be something that others would not be willing to eat. He steamed the chicken cake with seven eggs...

In the afternoon, when the temperature dropped a bit, he locked the door and pushed the car out of the courtyard, riding all the way to Shichahai, a street west of Prince Chun's Mansion.

This is the place where private transactions are taking place at this moment. Some people are squatting in a shady corner with eggs. Some people have something hidden in their arms and ask if they want it when they see people. There are still people holding a handful of tickets in their hands, wandering back and forth, following each other from time to time. The person said a few words, then collected some money, counted some tickets and handed them over to others.

There are many people here to sell tickets, and only a few are here to sell things. It's understandable when it comes to eggs, but it's different when it comes to cultural relics. If it has not been taken away in the past few years, it means that they want to keep it, and it also means that they know the goods. I won't sell it unless absolutely necessary. And once it is put up for sale, the asking price will definitely be high. Although in this era, most money is lost.

But it is also in this era, 20, 30, 30 or 40 is already a lot of money. After all, Wang Yan only drank tea for a month and was only twenty-six.

Moreover, some of these goods are not clean, and people are forced to do nothing. It is trivial to dig graves, so some goods may have just been taken out and are still warm.

Or it's possible that skilled people made some fake ones to defraud money.

After all, there are many smart people these days, and there are also many collectors of antiques. I always think I am a smart person, but I am deceiving a smart person. The water is deep...

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