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

Looking at the 40 yuan and two yuan that was returned, a smile appeared on the corner of Han Chunming's mouth,

Holding the painting in his left hand and the wine in his right, Han Chunming stopped being polite to the store and said directly: "Okay, then I'll go back first, and I will come here often when I have the opportunity."

"Okay, guest, please go slowly!" The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hands and said that he was afraid that Han Chunming would go back on his word.

The shopkeeper said so, but he didn't think so in his heart. In his heart, he hoped that this fool would leave quickly.

After seeing Han Chunming leave, the store owner laughed too: "The jar of broken wine has been sold, and it might stink in a few days."

"I didn't expect, I didn't expect, that broken painting could be sold easily. It must be that broken painting that ruined my feng shui. From now on, my little life will be smooth!"

Han Chunming also wanted to laugh when he left the house. Not only did he get good wine this time, but he even brought a gift for the master, which can be described as more joy than joy.

Han Chunming also slowly put these two things on the car. After all, the value of these two things is far from what this 58 can compare.

All the way safe and sound.

Back home, Han Chunming also put the wine on the table, found a chair at random, and opened the picture scroll to admire it.

This is a very classic landscape painting, but this style has declined in modern times.

But no matter how it fell, it was Xu Beihong who painted it.

This master, who is honored as the founder of modern Chinese art education and advocated the development and improvement of "traditional Chinese painting", can also be regarded as a master in the style of Chinese painting.

After all, it is a very valuable product.

"Where are you looking at the paintings?"

Just as Han Chunming was concentrating on appreciating the painting, a voice sounded from behind.

"Broken Hou?"

Han Chunming turned his head abruptly and saw the face of Broken Hou.

"Okay boy, I haven't seen you for a few days and got another good thing, right?"

Broken Hou smiled and took the painting from Han Chunming's hand. Although his manner was not elegant, he was cautious, and he used his sleeves to protect the painting, for fear that his hands would get dirty with the painting.

After appreciating it for a while, Potty Hou smiled and said, "You can get Xu Beihong's paintings, you are really not easy."

"It's just luck, I ran into it while drinking."

Han Chunming said modestly, and at the same time showed the seat of Poor Hou, and asked him, "Why does Hou Ye have time to come to my place today?"

"hey-hey."

Poor Hou smiled mysteriously, and said in a low voice: "I recently learned from a friend on the street that Lijiazhuang is going to sell some scraps outside. I heard that the people in that village have a lot of good things. Let's go find the leaks?"

"Okay."

Han Chunming nodded without thinking.

But he immediately felt that things were not that simple.

Such a good thing, the ragged Hou usually would not come to him, why did he go out of his way today and ran over to talk to him about it for the first time?
Seeming to be aware of Han Chunming's doubts, Poor Hou smiled and said, "What are you thinking, I can't pick up so many leaks by myself, aren't you rich? Let's go together, and then you can lend me 500 yuan... ..."

"I said, you old boy, if you have nothing to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall."

Han Chunming knew what Poor Hou was thinking, and after a second thought, he said in a deep voice, "I will pay you for whatever you want to buy this time, but you have to let me choose two things from your collection."

Hearing this, Broken Hou frowned. After thinking for a while, he finally nodded: "Okay, as long as you pay me, then you can take whatever you like about my things at that time?"

"Master Hou is in a bad mood."

Han Chunming gave a thumbs up, and then dragged him out without waiting for the broken man to drink tea.

In order to have enough storage space, Han Chunming also called Li Chengtao, who was collecting things in the countryside, and asked him to drive a small truck to pick him up to the countryside.

……

in the afternoon.

On the avenue of Zhuangzikou in Lijiazhuang.

A pickup truck stopped slowly, Li Chengtao got out of the car, and opened Han Chunming's door.

After the three people got off the car, they stopped and watched, and saw that there were already many waste collectors shouting on the large open space in the center of Zhuangzi not far away.

The villagers in Zhuangzi carried things in big and small bags, and lined up to sell things at the waste collection place.

"Taozi, you wait here. Poor Hou and I will go and have a look first."

Han Chunming confessed, and then led the tattered Hou to Zhuangzi's open space.

The two looked at the hands of the surrounding villagers, and after walking a few steps, they saw an old woman carrying a red wooden box in her hand.

"Wait a minute, let me take a look at this wooden box."

Han Chunming called Poor Hou to stop, and used identification on the wooden box.

"Hey, isn't it just a painted wooden box, what's there to see?"

Broken Hou didn't care, glanced at the wooden box, and said disdainfully: "If you look at it again, the paint is peeling off."

[Mahogany box in Qing Dynasty. 】

[Contains a doodle mad Qianlong, a doggerel written by himself! 】

"The box where Qianlong wrote poems?"

Seeing this result, Han Chunming was a little surprised, stepped forward to take the box and opened it.

There is a doggerel written in it, which specifically describes a lotus leaf, saying that the lotus leaf is very big, very wide, and very green, and then there is nothing else.

You can tell at a glance that it is definitely written by Qianlong's level.

"Bratty Hou, you must have missed it. This is a poem inscribed by Qianlong. If you don't believe me, take a look at this seal."

Han Chunming turned the inside of the box towards Broken Hou, pointed to a vaguely visible imprint on it and said.

"This……"

Poor Hou was at a loss for words for a while, and quibbled: "It's not that I lost my eyes, it's that no one can see clearly unless this thing is opened. How did you see it?"

Hearing this question, Han Chunming did not answer, but said to the aunt: "How much is this box, please sell it to me."

"Okay, I'm from a rural area. I don't understand Qianlong and other poems. Just give me five yuan."

The aunt waved her hand and happily asked for five yuan.

"make a deal!"

Han Chunming couldn't get what he wanted, so he rummaged through his pockets for money.

After searching for a long time, there was no change of five yuan, so I had to take out ten yuan and hand it to the aunt: "You keep it, don't need to look for it."

Seeing that the young man in front of him was so proud that he bought the useless box with a ten-yuan bill, the aunt was a little moved and also a little thankful.

After glancing at Han Chunming excitedly, the aunt said: "Brother, you specialize in collecting such old things, right? There are a lot of them in our village, or you'll just show them to me?"

"Okay."

Han Chunming eagerly agreed, and then sat down in a willow tree.

Seeing that he agreed, the aunt immediately went home to take out the things in her house, then called many relatives, and finally organized a group to come to Han Chunming.

More than a dozen villagers, carrying all kinds of old objects, lined up waiting for Han Chunming to look at them one by one.