Siheyuan: After being robbed of her marriage, she married Zheng Juan backhandedly

"I want to learn this craft, not for the sake of food and clothing, but simply for interest."

If it's just for money, Cheng Zhiguo, who was reborn in the next life, has a lot of ways to make money. Although antique calligraphy and paintings are valuable, they are just decorations in front of the real rich.

The reason why I deliberately learn it is to find fun in it on the one hand, and to use the system to a greater extent on the other hand.

Just like spring water, it is also effective to drink it at ordinary times, but it is another taste to brew it into wine.

Slowly discovering the function of the system and connecting it with reality is what he values ​​most.

After all, the things in the system are the real treasures to him.

Just like the tangerine peel and the wine in front of him, he can sell and drink them at will. If he is just asking for money, there are plenty of thousands of gold.

It's just that he is too lazy to make money this way.

Mr. Guan looked up at him, and saw that his expression was serious, not fake, but thoughtful.

"No wonder Lao Guitou accepted you as his apprentice."

He waved at Han Chunming, "Go and get that book you rummaged through."

"it is good."

Han Chunming went back to the room, took back a black book, and handed it to Cheng Zhiguo.

Cheng Zhiguo glanced at it, and saw that the title of the book was "Appreciation of Folklore of the Qing Dynasty".

"The above are some basic identification methods for antiques. Entry-level, these two jars of wine are worth it." Mr. Guan said, "Don't come to me in the future."

Although they are only entry-level, they are all dry goods, worth thousands of dollars, and it is impossible not to buy them outside.

Cheng Zhiguo knew that he was giving it for Lao Guitou's sake, so he accepted it bluntly, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, old man."

As for the future, when encountering problems or uncertain antiques, he will of course come over with a thick skin.

And when old man Guan drank these two jugs of wine, Cheng Zhiguo would not believe that he would still be as stubborn as he is now.

This wine, how can it not be compared with ordinary good wine?
After asking a few more questions, when Mr. Guan was about to get impatient, Cheng Zhiguo stood up and said goodbye.

When he left the yard, Mr. Guan's eyes fell on the wine jar.

Han Chunming hastily filled it up for him.

Mr. Guan took a sip and took a breath: "It's strange, how can this kid make such a good wine at such a young age?"

The mellow fragrance is not so-so, but the key is that there is another charm, which makes the whole body feel comfortable when it enters the throat.

Han Chunming also poured himself a glass and drank it down again.

Mr. Guan glared at him: "Trash good things."

Han Chunming chuckled, and then said: "Master, why don't you just accept him as an apprentice. It would be a pity if the wine is gone."

"No."

Closed door disciples are not only judged by character, but also by relationship.

Just like Han Chunming, he is closer than his own son.

Cheng Zhiguo can make Lao Guitou value him and teach him everything, so his character should be fine, but at his age, even if he inherits his incense, how close can he be with him?
As for the wine.

There is a lot of good wine in the world, can I still have no wine to drink?

……

After returning home, he flipped through the book, and with the knowledge he had learned before, Cheng Zhiguo finally had some experience in appraisal.

But he hasn't played with an antique until now, and he doesn't know if it's accurate.

After eating, he dived into the system.

Following the mountain road, he crossed the mining area and walked all the way up.

The road is rough, and the tall trees are much less, replaced by bushes.

Cheng Zhiguo walked unhappily, carefully inspecting every area he passed.

As he thought, there are no minerals on the mountainside.

But apart from various unknown shrubs, there are no other valuable things.

Did he guess wrong?

Cheng Zhiguo was not in a hurry, and continued to climb up step by step.

He soon found out—a black fungus piled up like fan leaves.

Ganoderma lucidum!

He has grown a lot in the herb garden, so he knows it, but the Ganoderma lucidum in front of him is much bigger than the one he planted, I don't know how many years old it is.

If this was taken out, it would probably make Lu Yunzheng cry.

Cheng Zhiguo admired for a while, but continued to go up without picking anything.

Anyway, there is no need for it now, let's continue to grow.

Since the first Ganoderma lucidum was passed, there have been more precious plants, some of which Cheng Zhiguo knows, such as ginseng and jackal, and others he does not know, such as white flake mushrooms and palm-sized white lotus flowers.

But either way, the years are plenty.

It seems necessary to buy another encyclopedia of medicinal materials.

Cheng Zhiguo suspects that if this continues, he may become an expert in various industries.

But it's a good thing, and he never tires of it.

At dawn, Cheng Zhiguo didn't continue to explore, left the system, had breakfast, and went to work in the factory.

……

Plant entrance,

In the early morning, a bunch of people surrounded the gate, three circles inside and three circles outside, blocking the gate.

When Cheng Zhiguo came to the gate of the factory, he was pulled away by an arm before he went to look at it.

He looked to the side, and saw Xiong Guozheng with a dignified face.

"Old Bear, what's the matter?"

In the past two months, he and Xiong Guozheng had dinner several times, and their relationship became closer, and they also called each other casually.

Xiong Guozheng pulled him into an alley beside him, then frowned and said, "Something went wrong, Xu Weijun is surrounded inside, and he's here to complain."

"Xu Weijun?"

Cheng Zhiguo frowned slightly, and soon understood what was going on.

"Old Cheng, do you have any grudge against him?" Xiong Guozheng asked.

"Well, when I first became the team leader, he made trouble for me a few times."

"No wonder, it seems that he just wants to punish you."

"what happened?"

"He pulled up a banner, saying that it was an accident in the workshop before, and you did it on purpose, and the purpose was to drive him out of the factory. Isn't that ridiculous?" Xiong Guozheng was even more angry than Cheng Zhiguo, "Who is full? If you do this, if you are discovered, you might have to eat peanuts. Even if you want to frame you, brother, can you think of a plausible reason?"

Cheng Zhiguo resisted the urge to touch his nose, and said with a smile: "You also said that his lawsuit is unreliable, so there is nothing to be afraid of. It is fair and comfortable. I will go to work first."

He was not in a hurry at all, he guessed that he did a lot of things, but who has evidence?
Want to punish him without evidence?think too much.

"Let's go through the back door. I see a lot of people waiting for you to pass over there. If you are entangled by them, you probably won't be able to leave for a while."

"Okay, thanks."

"Why are you two being polite?"

Xiong Guozheng thoughtfully sent the "murderer" to the back door.

At the gate of the factory, Xu Weijun hung a sign on his chest and held a banner in both hands.

The banner read: Return my innocence and severely punish Cheng Zhiguo!
The sign says what happened in detail.

A group of employees pointed around him, some mocked, questioned, and scolded him, but he ignored them all.

Not long after, deputy factory director Li came over angrily, asked the guards to disperse the crowd, and led Xu Weijun into the factory.