Siheyuan: I am Du Shouyi

Chapter 20
It wasn't until midnight that Du Shouyi found out that the uncle had gone to the hospital with Bang Geng.The second uncle and the third uncle had a little quarrel, and they went back to their rooms and ignored each other.

Stick is also unlucky, jumping down from his own kang broke his foot, and all the strong laborers in the yard were gone, so the old man had to go to the hospital to get a plaster cast on his back with stick on his back.

When the uncle, Qin Huairu, and Bang Geng came back, Mrs. Jia Zhang ran out of the house crying.Du Shouyi didn't want to see her, so after listening to her a few times, he turned and went back to his room.

Sitting in the room, listening to the commotion in the courtyard, he thought of Qin Huairu's question.In her situation, meeting He Yuzhu is really a blessing, otherwise how could this delay be delayed?
There are few ways to earn extra money to supplement your family these days.Either pick up junk and exchange for some money, or, like He Yuzhu, rely on cooking red and white banquets for people to get some extra money.Others such as setting up a stall are completely impossible. Even the mending tailors are gathered together from the streets to form cooperatives. Where is there any loophole to take advantage of?
Qin Huairu is still a shameless person now, at least she can't do things like snatching the lunch box from Shazhu's hand, but if life beats her for a while, maybe she won't.

Thinking of this, Du Shouyi couldn't help but sigh.Some of Qin Huairu's previous actions were so chilling that even if he wanted to help now, he would not dare to provoke him and would have to work hard to pull He Yuzhu out.This is really the cause of the previous life, and the result of the present life.

At three or four o'clock in the evening, Du Shouyi pushed the car to the ghost market. He wanted to exchange the car for some money.

Things didn't go as smoothly as he had imagined. Everyone knew that the car was stolen, so the highest asking price was only [-] yuan, and some people even wanted to accept it for five yuan.

Five dollars for a 200-yuan bicycle?How dare he think that Du Shouyi would not do it!Anyway, there is no risk for this car to be left in the space, so let's keep it for now.

Du Shouyi didn't sell the car after staying there for more than an hour. He was a little annoyed, so he pushed the car to the end of the ghost market, ready to go home.

Halfway there, a squatting man on the side of the road caught his attention. The man held his knees and bowed his head, without any communication with his surroundings.In front of him was a rag, on which was a scroll.

It wasn't the scroll that attracted Du Shouyi, but the piece of rag on it.He shone it with a flashlight, and after looking at it for a long time, he was sure that the piece of rag was a specially made furoshiki made by Qianlong for calligraphy, painting and writing.Due to poor preservation, the furoshiki and the scroll were covered with large and small wormholes, making them look dilapidated.

Du Shouyi stretched out his hand to the scroll, and the middle-aged man quickly raised his hand to stop him.After glancing at him, the middle-aged man opened the scroll by a small half.Then he raised his hand to signal Du Shouyi to look for himself.

It was only then that Du Shouyi realized that the scroll was too torn, and if it had been scratched, it might have rotted on the spot.

The opened part of the scroll revealed a cinnabar seal in the shape of a copper coin. Under the light of the flashlight, he could see clearly that the seal was engraved with the four words 'Emperor Guxi'.

At this moment, Du Shouyi's heart was beating wildly. This is the seal of Emperor Qianlong!

"Why don't you go to the cultural relics store?" He casually asked the doubts in his heart.

The middle-aged man gave him a blank look: "Can you control it? Do you understand the rules?"

Du Shouyi was dumbfounded for a moment. He had inadvertently broken the rule of not being able to inquire about the ghost market. It would be polite not to call him a 'stick'.

He hurriedly stopped the middle-aged man from trying to close the stall and said: "Don't, brother? Blame me, blame me, blame me for talking bald for a while. We still have to do this business? If you are troubled, open it a little more, so that I can see clear."

With a smile on his face, he kept his posture very low. The middle-aged man looked at him, and then carefully opened the scroll a little more, revealing a line of regular script.Du Shouyi only read half a line, and three words popped up in his mind: "Zhao Mengfu".

"Hey, this can't be the authentic work of Zhao Mengfu, can it? '

'Zhao Ti' is one of the four regular scripts.If this scroll is real, it can reach the level of 'treasure'.In the 9 Poly Autumn Auction, a small piece of Zhao Mengfu's "Heart Sutra" was sold for [-] million yuan.According to Du Shouyi's visual inspection, the scroll in front of him was about the same size as the "Heart Sutra".

He looked up at the middle-aged man and said, "Brother, help me?"

The middle-aged man didn't grab his hand, but stretched out two fingers.

"Two yuan?" Du Shouyi desperately lowered the price.

"twenty!"

Seeing Du Shouyi's unbelievable expression, the middle-aged man added in a low voice, "This is from Xiaobailou."

When Puyi fled to Tianjin, he lived in Xiaobailou. He took more than 2000 pieces of calligraphy and paintings from the Forbidden City with him and stored them there.

Although most of these cultural relics were recovered, a considerable part was lost overseas or among the people, or even completely destroyed.It's okay to lose it, but the damage is too heartbreaking!
These calligraphy and paintings were damaged in various ways. Some were torn up and burned when bandit soldiers broke into the small white building to plunder; sucks.

Hearing the words 'Xiaobailou', Du Shouyi somewhat understood the identity of the person in front of him.He might be the descendant of those plundering bandits back then. How would ordinary people know that?The incident happened in the 20s, less than 40 years ago, so the time is about the same.

There are records in these small white buildings and cultural relics palaces, and there is no way to make up nonsense such as ancestral inheritance.If a middle-aged person takes a scroll to a cultural relic store now, it is tantamount to throwing himself into a trap.No wonder he can only go to the ghost market to set up a street stall, and Zhao Ziang's calligraphy only sells for twenty, ha ha
Du Shouyi knew it in his heart and said: "Twenty is impossible. The word is so tattered. If you mention it later, it will be smashed all over the floor. No one wants to sell the scrap paper. In this case, I will add more, five yuan, and I will spare you. A sauced elbow from the Tianfu ship."

The middle-aged man stared and said, "Why do I need your elbow? I'm waiting for money to see a doctor for my wife."

"truth?"

"If there is a word false, the sky will be struck by lightning!"

Du Shouyi looked at him for a while, then stretched out his thumb and said, "Brother is kind and righteous! Sister-in-law has found the right person."

After thinking for a while, he said: "See if I have this car, it must be more than twenty, how about I trade it with you? If you can sell it for 51 yuan, I will definitely not come to make up for it. It's all yours. How about it?"

"Your car" This car obviously came from a wrong path, and the middle-aged man was a little hesitant.

"Brother, I also want to help you. If you break it up and sell it, who will you know? There are more than twenty of them."

When the middle-aged man heard the truth, he thought for a while and said, "Deal!"

"Come on, take your bike away, I'll clean it up here." Du Shouyi said as he carefully put away the scroll.

If the middle-aged man hadn't tricked him, this highly suspected national treasure would belong to him now.If it is an authentic work by Zhao Mengfu, its artistic value alone cannot be estimated.This is also the first calligraphy and painting he has received since traveling.

The middle-aged man disappeared very quickly. Seeing the dim light here, Du Shouyi immediately stretched out his hand and put the scroll and the piece of fur skin into the space.It stands to reason that there should be a nanmu box for this character, but judging from the damage of this character, the wooden box may have been lost long ago.

After leaving the ghost city, Du Shouyi took three steps and made two steps, teleporting towards home.He is so excited now, as if he has already grabbed Gong Xiaobei's little hand!
"We people, I'm so happy today." Du Shouyi hummed a little tune in a low voice and went back to his room.

After wiping the table several times, he carefully unfolded the scroll and began to taste it carefully.After more than an hour, he was finally able to confirm that he had indeed 'picked up a big leak' today.

Paper can be made old, and printing can be faked, but the strokes and strokes of the words cannot deceive people.The scroll in front of me, which records Wang Wei's Tang poems, is indeed Zhao Mengfu's authentic work.

In later generations, he had never heard of the existence of this painting. Presumably the scroll had been lost in the long river of history at that time.He rescued a real national treasure tonight.

(End of this chapter)