my weird life

Chapter 15 Coarse Porcelain Bowls

Two days have passed, and it is the 13th.

In the past two days, Su Wu was so busy that he didn't touch the ground, and only had time to simulate a few times at night.

In the simulated future, he tried to use only the Emperor Bell to escape from Ying Gui's pursuit, and finally succeeded, and he mastered this method proficiently.

Every simulation since then starts from the small temple archive and explores outwards.

But every time he didn't go far, his body and head would be separated under the light of red lanterns, and he would die unexpectedly.

In fact, as long as they are within the sphere of influence of the Lantern Gui, when the red lantern appears, even if it is not illuminated by the red light, it is very likely to be killed.

The owner of the non-staple food store hides in a lightless hut, unable to escape the fate of being separated;

Su Wu hid in a basement for half an hour, but could not avoid being killed.

This is the horror of random killings.

There is no pattern at all.

It's like rolling a dice. People never know what point they will get next time. Is it life or death?

If you can't grasp the rules, you can't make effective responses.

Fortunately, Su Wu could stay in the small temple.

He speculated that the main reason why he survived in the temple was the flame burning on the lampstand in the temple.

The next time he enters the simulation, Su Wu is going to use a candle to continue the flames in the temple. Try holding the candle and walking within the sphere of influence of the lantern. Can he avoid being killed?
Before that, he had to prepare as much as possible in reality to deal with the weird recovery two days later.

Su Wu's busy work in the past two days was to deal with the future crisis.

Until today, he was free and thought of visiting the most famous antique market in Mingzhou City.

Relying on his talent of blue koi possession, see if he can find one or two mysterious items.

Mysterious items do not necessarily have the function of restraining weirdness.

However, some items themselves belonged to the relics of their original owners. By buying such items, Su Wu could just take the opportunity to explore the past life of the original owner.

He lingers around the stalls.

From time to time, I pick up things on the stalls, pick them up and ask what age they are and how much they cost?
The replies I got either said that things were from "Zhan Han" or "Han and Tang". Ming and Qing are very rare.

The quotations of the stall owners also range from 32 to [-].

After wandering around, Su Wu finally squatted down in front of a stall.

On the stall were several poorly crafted snuff bottles, a row of copper-nickel alloy silver ingots, two tokens with the words 'Jinyiwei' and so on.

Su Wu first picked up the Jinyiwei Token placed next to a rough porcelain bowl, and played with it for a while, his hands were covered with a layer of rust, he rubbed his hands, and asked the stall owner, "How much is this token?"

"Five thousand!" The stall owner here has always dared to make an offer.

After rubbing the token in his hand, more rust ash stained his palm.

Su Wu threw down the token: "This is five thousand?"

Afterwards, he rummaged through a few more things at the stall, asked the stall owner the prices one by one, and finally picked up the rough porcelain bowl at hand.

The porcelain bowl was poorly made, with a pattern painted on it that looked like a fish.

The color of the pattern is blurred, beyond the boundary of the line.

This kind of porcelain bowl is used as a dog bowl for dogs, and dogs may not be happy to use it.

"How much is the bowl?" Su Wu asked the stall owner holding the bowl.

The stall owner sat on a horse-trap, glanced at the rough porcelain bowl in Su Wu's hand, and the old god said, "This is five hundred for you, modern things..."

"That's five hundred more?" Su Wu tutted his head, put down the bowl, and got up to leave.

"Then how much did you say? You have to quote a price, don't you?" The stall owner stopped him and asked.

Su Wu turned around and held out a hand to him, fingers spread out.

"Fifty? This..." The stall owner's eyes flickered, but he didn't finish speaking.

Su Wu interrupted: "Five yuan!"

"No, no, no, five yuan is too little, it can't be sold, it can't be sold."

"Hey, why don't you add another five yuan? You can take this bowl with another five yuan. It's an old thing!"

"If I didn't think this bowl is very unique, I wouldn't even buy it. It can be added to eight yuan at most. Will it be sold?"

"Sell!"

After spending eight yuan, Su Wu bought a rough porcelain bowl.

He walked past this stall before and felt that the porcelain bowl attracted him inexplicably, but he resisted the urge to buy it on the spot.

Even if he returned to this stall later, he would find a few things and ask about the price first, to cover up his true intentions.

If you just picked up the bowl and said you want to buy this, then the bowl in the mouth of the stall owner may not be just a modern object.

If Xia, Shang and Zhou porcelains were not rare and primitive, the other party might be able to say that this bowl is from that time!

After installing the porcelain bowl, Su Wu left the antique market.

He took a taxi to the street in front of Ping'an Garden, got off the car, and walked along the street. He had memorized the locations of most supermarkets and food stores on both sides of the street.

The cake shop called 'Palace Pastry' was closed today.

Next to this cake shop, there is no shadow of a small temple.

But in the future, a temple will indeed appear next to the cake shop.

Su Wu has already rented a small utility room behind the cake shop in advance, and put a batch of compressed biscuits, instant noodles, ham sausage, drinking water and other supplies in it.

At that time, he can quickly transfer the supplies from the utility room to the small temple, reducing the risk of being exposed to the outside and being killed by the lantern.

Su Wu walked around the corner of the street and walked along the fork towards Ping'an Garden.

At this moment, the cell phone he carried in his trouser pocket vibrated a few times.

拿出手机，上面显示一条到账信息：你尾号6239的账户04月13日9:43完成转存交易1643072.56，余额1649321.86。

When his parents passed away, they left two suites to Su Wu.

A house in the capital of Pingyuan County, his hometown, was prepared for his future development in the capital. Su Wu's family rarely lived there.

Immediately, Weird was about to recover. After Su Wu planned to escape from Mingzhou City, he would return to live in his hometown's house, and it was impossible to run between the capital and his hometown again.

At that time, the real estate market does not know what the price will be. If something weird happens, it is inevitable that it will plummet.

So Su Wu chose to sell the house in the provincial capital in advance.

Now the real estate is not easy to sell, he sold it only after suppressing the price.

The money finally arrived, and Su Wu also heaved a sigh of relief.

In the past few days, he has spent a lot of his savings, most of which are used to buy gold, and a small part to buy food. Please ask Fa Xiao in his hometown to store the food at home, and the gold is stored in the rented house.

After all, tens of thousands of dollars can't buy much gold.

These golds may become hard currency in the future.

Now that the money is in the account, Su Wu will continue to buy a batch of physical gold for storage. In the foreseeable future, with the recovery of Weird, various antique relics may also be accompanied by Weird.

Collectors may then rush to sell.

At that time, even if the currency depreciates, gold should still be strong.

He can use this batch of gold to buy ancient items that were never available before!
Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times!
(End of this chapter)