Under the Zhengyangmen: The opening system let me collect the trash

Han Chunming patted him on the shoulder: "Don't look, these are all mine."

"You really bought it?"

Poor Hou turned around, puzzled.

After all, Broken Hou is a person of this era. Although he knows that antiques will have huge room for appreciation in the future, he doesn't know that the houses at the price of cabbage in Sijiu City will also become gold mines for countless people in the future.

"Your boy covers a wide range in a day!"

Broken Hou was about to laugh and joke, when he saw the birdcage hanging under the eaves.

"Hey, isn't it from the Qing Dynasty?" After just a glance, Broken Hou also recognized the age of the birdcage.

There are three treasures in Lord Baylor, pointing to the bird in the walnut cage.

In the homes of rich and powerful people in ancient times, there were many people who liked to boil eagles and walk birds, so the knowledge about birdcages has also been passed down.

Han Chunming knew that he couldn't hide it from Poorhou's eyes, so he nodded truthfully.

"Tsk tsk, I confiscated a lot of birdcages, and you picked up this leak again." Broken Hou smiled and took off the birdcage with the broken iron hook in his hand, and put it in his hand to look at it.

The parrot in the cage was surprised, but still couldn't make a sound.

"It's a good thing." Holding the birdcage with both hands, Broken Hou commented with satisfaction while flipping through it.

"The old man who bought the yard gave it away for nothing." Han Chunming laughed.

"indeed."

After looking at it with palms, Broken Hou was about to put the birdcage back, when suddenly he saw the pattern under the claws of the birdcage.

There are carved figure paintings on the copper cover.

A scene of two women in ancient costumes dancing in the garden with folding fans in their hands.

Although the two women are in the figure painting, but at a glance, a fairy in the sky who does not eat fireworks subconsciously appeared in the mind of the broken man.

Looking back and smiling, Bai Meisheng moved the hearts of the world.

After recognizing the content on the screen, Broken Hou's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

After swallowing his saliva, Poor Hou looked at Han Chunming, with a bit of uncontrollable excitement overflowing his serious face: "Boy, have you seen The Story of the West Chamber?

Han Chunming's eyes lit up, and he seemed to realize something. He took the birdcage with both hands, and carefully looked at the figure painting on the top of the birdcage.

The birdcage had been hanging under the eaves. Although Han Chunming recognized it as an old antique, the top of the birdcage was out of sight after all.

"Li Yingying and Zhang Shengqi."

The top is divided into four pieces, and each small piece is printed with clothing pictures.

"This is."

Han Chunming recognized Li Yingying and Zhang Shengqi, the hero and heroine of The Story of the West Chamber. When he saw the two women in the broken eyes, Hou Gang still frowned and didn't recognize them.

"Ning Xiang'er, one of the talented women of the Yuan Dynasty, was originally an official prostitute, and later became a concubine in the palace." Poor Hou raised his eyebrows and reminded.

Han Chunming nodded, and fixed his fiery eyes on Poor Hou, waiting for him to continue speaking.

"Before she entered the palace, she was deeply loved by the sons of a senior official. The Story of the West Chamber was deeply loved by those literati when it first became popular in the Yuan Dynasty, and Ning Xiang'er was no exception."

"After Ning Xiang'er entered the palace, the son of the high official engraved her and her maid on the birdcage in order to miss her." After explaining, Poor Hou seemed to sympathize with the high official's son and smiled. .

"In other words, this thing is not from the Qing Dynasty, but from the Yuan Dynasty?" Han Chunming's eyes lit up, and he held the birdcage in his arms with both hands, and took a step back inadvertently.

It was as if the next moment, Broken Hou would rob him.

"Yes."

"However, the son of the high official still couldn't restrain his inner thoughts, so he wrote down the word "Sixiang" and made it into a folding fan."

"To be honest, these two things should be a set."

After thinking for a while, Poor Hou added.

When Han Chunming heard this, his eyes lit up, he turned around and went back to the house to put down the birdcage, picked up the folding fan with no pattern on the table, and opened it for inspection.

The folding fan is made of high-quality huanghuali wood. The bright yellow wood is the same color as the birdcage.

"think."

"fragrant."

Seeing that there was no pattern on the paper, Han Chunming groped for the fan bone, and still found the tiny pattern, with a word on each side.

"It is estimated that the original paper was damaged after a long time, and it was replaced with a new one."

"But I didn't expect that the real mystery lies in the fan bone!"

Han Chunming's eyes lit up, he couldn't put it down.

I originally wanted to buy a courtyard house for storage and investment, but I didn't expect that the real surprise was these two things given away for free?

The more stories there are, the greater the value of the object.

"boom!"

The next moment, Broken Hou slapped the table with one hand, staring seriously at the folding fan in Han Chunming's hand.

"Boy, the two of us have known each other for so long and we have a friendship there. How about taking these two things back for me to play with?"

A week later, taking advantage of nightfall, Han Chunming moved all the antiques he collected and kept in the countryside to the three study rooms in the newly bought courtyard.The old guard and his wife also moved here together.

Looking at the cultural relics collected in the room, Han Chunming still felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart.

I am one step closer to opening a museum.

Over the past decade or so, there have always been players collecting cultural relics, and most of the things from the Forty-Nine City and even the folk have been collected by people.Most of the cultural relics handed down from the people are in the hands of collectors from all over the world.

Han Chunming knew clearly that if he wanted to receive a good baby in the future, it might not be as easy as before.He has already encountered a liar once, presumably there are still liars in the folk.

After simply saying hello to the old man, Han Chunming left here, but instead of going home, he went to Guan Xiaoguan's residence.

It was night now, and Guan Xiaoguan was ready to fall asleep. When he heard the knock on the door and opened the door to see Han Chunming, the sleepiness in his mind was instantly swept away.Hugging Han Chunming tightly, Guan Xiaoguan pressed his cheek against Han Chunming's chest.

Just as Han Chunming was about to speak, Guan Xiaoguan raised his toes and moved closer to Han Chunming's ear.Then his lips parted slightly, and he said slowly.

"I'm going to be on it tonight" The door closed, a sleepless night.

For the next two days, Han Chunming was not as busy as before, and lived in seclusion. "The next step is foreign trade!"

Sitting at the desk, Han Chunming vigorously wrote the word "foreign trade" on the paper.

Although the state has vigorously supported the operation of self-employed individuals, some second-generation rich and second-generation officials have also gone into business.Han Chunming does not have their contacts and resources, so naturally he does not have their advantages in running some businesses.

So he focused on foreign trade, which few people can do.

The profit of foreign trade is indeed huge, but it not only requires huge funds, but also requires layers of approval of documents.Many people are fortunate enough to have insufficient strength, so they choose to give up.

Han Chunming was also worried about the approval of export documents before, but when he was worried, he thought of his former classmates, Chen Jianhua and Mao Tutu!So he did what he said, and Han Chunming went to register a trading company that afternoon.