59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

Chen Feng went into the room and the old man was looking at a scroll.

Many people think that antiques and other good things must be concentrated in the city, but this is not true.

In fact, in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, many capitalists were also big landlords, or landlords and private entrepreneurs were one and the same.

Chinese people have a special complex about land.

Even if they make a fortune in business, they have to buy hundreds of acres of land in their hometown.

Not for the rent, but to leave a way out for their descendants.

In the turbulent period, the servants of the landlords took a lot of things from their masters, and there were even more in the old city.

"Not bad, how much did it cost?"

Based on the results of Chen Feng's study with Guan Shanxuxin, he could tell at a glance that this painting was made by a scholar in the middle and late Qing Dynasty. It may not be famous, but it is also a good literary work.

"Twelve yuan and sixty cents!" Xu Damao's eyes turned, and his mouth expanded tenfold.

Chen Feng sneered: "I'll give you another chance to reorganize your language. If you miss it, don't come again!"

Xu Damao hesitated for a long time, and finally did not dare to test his own happiness.

"One yuan and twenty-six cents."

This guy remembers it very clearly!

Chen Feng and the old man secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

If you buy something for one yuan and twenty-six cents, and don't sell it, just use it yourself, even if you are reported, it does not constitute the crime of speculation.

According to the law, speculation is divided into three types: one is hoarding, price manipulation, counterfeiting and selling inferior goods, etc.; the second refers to "underground" industrial and commercial activities outside the planned economic order; the third refers to various "rent-seeking" activities that earn the difference between the list price and the market price.

Xu Damao violated the second one, that is, illegal private transactions.

But if the total transaction amount is less than 10 yuan, even if he goes to the public security bureau, he will just write a letter of apology, and nothing will happen.

There is no way, there are many illegal transactions now.

If you have to go to jail for a transaction amount of more than one yuan, then the Eastern country will become a prison country.

Speculation is a bit like stealing.

In later generations, stealing a few dozen yuan will at most be criticized and educated; stealing more than 1,000 yuan will be sentenced to less than three years in prison.

Under normal circumstances, the public security is too lazy to do this, wasting police force and procuratorate resources. Generally, the money is returned and the problem is resolved through negotiation, unless someone deliberately retaliates.

Only when more than 10,000 yuan is stolen will a case be filed.

Chen Feng opened the bag. He was skeptical about the number, but after seeing that there were several pipes, he felt that there should be more than a hundred pieces in it.

He poured them out and counted them, and there were exactly 102 pieces.

Among them, the most valuable one was a small bronze Buddha statue that was more than ten centimeters high.

The beliefs of the Qing Dynasty were relatively complex, mainly Tibetan Esoteric Buddhism, supplemented by the traditional Northeastern Shamanism.

Yong'an City in Beihai is the temple built by Kang Mazi for the great lamas. I don't know if it has saved the lonely souls on Jingshan Mountain on the east side!

"Xu Damao, very good, I like your serious and hard-working spirit, keep up the good work."

"Take the things back and put them away."

"Ah?"

Xu Damao was stunned.

He thought Chen Feng looked down on these little things, and hurriedly said: "With so many things, there must be a few good ones, this painting is okay."

"You know shit!" The old man couldn't help laughing and said: "At best, it's just the writings left by an unknown Jinshi. It's okay to look at, but it doesn't have much value."

Xu Damao didn't study much, but he also graduated from junior high school, otherwise he wouldn't have stood out from many competitors and became a projectionist at the Red Star Steel Rolling Mill.

In those days, the steel rolling mill also needed competition to select people to learn projection.

But he really didn't understand antiques. When he went to the countryside to pick up old objects, he also made simple analyses based on the quality and appearance of the objects.

Anyway, each one cost a few cents, so he could afford it.

But it would be a bit tragic if he couldn't get all ten pieces.

"Uh, Xiaofeng, there are so many, and you don't like any of them?"

Chen Feng didn't cheat him, and said: "I'll take the things, but I'll leave them at your home. I'll prepare ten days of medicine for you later."

"Why?"

Xu Damao asked in confusion.

"No reason. Your house is not small, and it is enough to store these things." Chen Feng turned around and went to the bedroom next to the study to prepare medicine.

The old man smiled and nodded. He guessed his grandson's thoughts.

Xu Damao was not stupid. He quickly guessed Chen Feng's purpose by judging others by himself.

Chen Feng was guarding against him.

If someone reported him for speculation and buying and selling antiques and cultural relics, and the things were in his house, even if he had

Ten mouths, saying that this was Chen Feng's order, the police would not believe it, they would only think that he was crying wolf, purely framing others!

Of course, he dared not say it unless it was a matter of chance!

'This kid is getting more and more treacherous! '

Inexplicably, he had a sense of awe towards Chen Feng.

The villain fears power but not virtue. He can use kindness to win over Sha Zhu, but he can only be more treacherous and more brutal to Xu Damao!

Soon, Chen Feng took out the prepared "Ten-fold tonic potion".

"Here, drink it!"

"Can it be kept for a few days?" Xu Damao smelled the taste and had the urge to vomit.

This potion is too strong!

"It's up to you. If the effect of the medicine is over, don't blame me."

Chen Feng's words made Xu Damao look a little ugly. He resisted the nausea and drank a cup of potion.

"The big pot and roast duck were confiscated by grandma."

At this time, Chen Li and their "snacks" were also discovered by the old lady and confiscated on the spot.

Before the little girl entered the door, sad words with crying floated in.

"It's okay, you can eat meat after lunch."

Chen Feng comforted.

Chen Li opened her hands, asking for a hug and comfort.

Chen Feng hugged her and found that the oil on her face had been wiped clean by the old lady.

"Then I take it back and put it away?" Xu Damao looked at the things on the ground, a little reluctant.

"Well, when I need it, I will naturally go to you for it."

Chen Feng planned to wait for a few months or half a year, and then quietly go to Xu Damao's house to take away his own things, but he must not tell him this directly.

Xu Damao is a firewall!

It can effectively prevent trouble from falling on him.

Xu Damao did not dare to offend Chen Feng, so he had to put the things away and carry them back.

After he left, the old man asked, "Where did you get the aphrodisiac recipe?"

Chen Feng smiled and said, "I saw it in the Beihai Library. I didn't expect it to work for Zhuzi and Xu Damao."

"Write it to me. If it works, I'll put it in the manual."

The old man didn't think much about it. Chen Feng had read a lot of medical books these days, and maybe his theoretical knowledge was richer than his.

Chen Feng took out the "aphrodisiac recipe" he had written long ago and gave it to the old man. This was a real recipe that would definitely not hurt people, but he was not sure whether it could improve sexual performance.

Everyone has different physiques, so the medication is also different.

After Xu Damao left the study, the old lady came in with a plate of roast duck and a bottle of Erguotou.

"Xiao Feng, don't spoil them when you bring back roast duck in the future."

"How can you eat roast duck as a snack?"

The old man picked up the chopsticks on the plate, picked up a piece of roast meat, and seemed to give it to the little girl. When Chen Li opened her mouth happily, he instantly put it into his own mouth.

The little girl wanted to cry immediately.

Fortunately, Chen Feng felt sorry for her and grabbed a piece for her.

"Grandma, I got it."