Siheyuan: the beginning to realize the freedom of cooking

Since Lin Aijun found a small potted shelf of Hainan huanghuali from Uncle Li, who picked up the tatters, he was very satisfied.

So he often asked Shazhu to make some snacks to take to Uncle Li, and by the way, he would look for any good treasures.

After going back and forth, Lin Aijun discovered that Uncle Li was collecting a lot of good things in private under the name of picking up junk.

So when he was free, he often wandered to Uncle Li's place to see if he could pick up a leak by the way.

On this day, as usual, he came to the gate of Uncle Li's small courtyard, carrying an aluminum lunch box in a net bag with jujube flower cakes made by Shazhu inside.

After Lin Aijun knocked on the door and entered the room and sat down, he put the lunch box on the table and opened it.

"Uncle Li, how are you doing? Have you received anything good?"

Uncle Li put his nose to the edge of the lunch box and smelled it, then turned around and went to the cupboard to get a pair of chopsticks, picked up a piece of jujube flower cake, and put it in his mouth.

"Oh, this taste is really just one word, absolutely!" Uncle Li sighed, pointing to a brocade box in the corner.

Lin Aijun looked in the direction Uncle Li pointed, walked over and squatted down.

"Open it and have a look!" Uncle Li's voice sounded behind him.

So, Lin Aijun opened the brocade box as promised, and there was a light yellow porcelain bowl lying inside.

Coincidentally, it was the one that He Daqing sold to Uncle Li.

"Master, what is the origin of this bowl?" Lin Aijun saw the smug look on Uncle Li's face.

"Junzi, I just received this bowl. It is a treasure from the Yongzheng Dynasty." Uncle Li raised his eyebrows.

Lin Aijun said with suspicion on his face: "Is it true? Is it reliable?"

Uncle Li nodded solemnly and said: "Reliable, if not reliable, I can spend real money to collect it?! This bowl is not cheap."

"Uncle Li, what price do you offer for this bowl?" Lin Aijun looked at Uncle Li and asked.

Uncle Li stretched out two fingers: "20 yuan."

Lin Aijun was slightly surprised: "Uncle Li, isn't this too expensive? Is there a story in this bowl?"

Uncle Li put down the chopsticks in his hand, wiped his body with his hand, reached out to take the bowl, turned it over, pointed to a row of traditional Chinese characters at the bottom of the bowl, and said: "I see that there is no 'Great Qing Yongzheng Year System'."

Lin Aijun looked up and said with a smile: "Uncle Li, if this bowl was made in the Yongzheng period, it would not be so valuable. After all, it is also modern. If it comes from an official kiln, it will still be worth a little money."

The uncle squinted at Lin Aijun: "You know a little bit, kid?! He came from the palace, so make sure."

Lin Aijun rolled his eyes and did some calculations.

Twenty yuan is equivalent to less than a month's income of ordinary workers. According to later generations, it is equivalent to several thousand yuan.

Even if this bowl is not from an official kiln, at most it will not make money, and it is out of the question to talk about losing money.

If it really comes out of the palace, it is fired in an official kiln, and it will be auctioned in the future, it will really have no bottom, seven figures are minutes.

However, since it is a business, especially this kind of business, not counter-offering is the greatest disrespect for the renminbi.

"Master, I want this bowl, ten yuan!" Lin Aijun followed the principle of haggling half the price first.

"This won't do, I'll lose money, if I can't give it, you can add more." The uncle refused straight away.

"Master, bowls are only a few cents a piece these days. Such an expensive bowl is a luxury among luxury goods. The price is too high, and no one is willing to buy it, and it can't be sold in a fair manner. I 12 yuan." Lin Aijun said with a smile.

"No, eighteen." Uncle Li insisted.

"One price, fifteen, if it's more, I'll leave." Lin Aijun pretended to get up and leave.

"Deal!" Uncle Li agreed without hesitation, and after some calculations, he made a 50.00% profit in just a few days.

So, Lin Aijun took out a big unity and a five-yuan bill from his trouser pocket, handed it to the uncle, and left the uncle's yard.

When I got home, I found a time when no one was around, so I opened up the space and put this antique bowl and the potting shelf of huanghuali together.

The ancestral treasure of the He family just turned around and fell into Lin Aijun's pocket.

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After Ran Qiuye married into the courtyard, besides the family cook, Shazhu, who was the happiest, there was one other person who was also very happy.

This person is Qin Huairu.

Although in the past two years, she has not taken advantage of Shazhu, which she regrets very much.

But she was very happy for Ran Qiuye to move into the courtyard.

Without him, because Ran Qiuye is the head teacher of the stick.

The head teacher is the neighbor next door, so he can know the situation of Bang Giao in the school at the first time.

All mothers hope that their children will be peaceful in school, study hard and make progress every day.

But there are too many children in the family, and Qin Huairu can't take care of it, so she doesn't pay much attention to Banggen's academic performance at school, as long as she behaves well in school and doesn't cause trouble.

One day, when Qin Huairu walked into the yard after get off work, she saw Ran Qiuye walking about three meters in front of her.

"Teacher Ran, are you off work?" Qin Huairu ran up and greeted him warmly.

Ran Qiuye turned her head to look at Qin Huairu, and said with a smile, "It's mommy, are you off work?"

"Teacher Ran, hasn't Bang Giao been mischievous in school recently?"

"Banggen has been doing pretty well in school recently." After speaking, Ran Qiuye began to open his bag: "By the way, I happen to have something to ask you. Does Banggen not review his homework much at home?"

"Hey, Teacher Ran, thank God he can finish his homework every day." Qin Huairu smiled. She went to work during the day, and she had three children to take care of at home after work, and Jia Zhang was semi-literate. Focus on the details of learning.

After digging for a long time, Ran Qiuye finally took out a notebook from his bag.

Qin Huairu glanced at it, "Jia Geng" was written on the cover, this is Bang Geng's dictation book of new words.

"Look, Mom, this is the school's dictation book. The error rate of the stick is very high. Not to mention, we have recently learned the idiom 'wool together'. Look at what the stick has done silently."

As Ran Qiuye said, he opened the notebook in his hand and handed it to Qin Huairu.

Qin Huairu took a look, only to see some crooked characters written on the notebook.

Wolves were raped.

When Qin Huairu saw it, he froze for an instant and frowned deeply.

She never expected that Bang Giao could develop idioms to such an extent.

At that moment, she swore to Ran Qiuye:

"Teacher Ran, this little bastard is so careless about reading. I will teach him well tonight, so that he will never forget how to write the words "wholesome and treacherous."