Portable Museum

The second brother-in-law had a good drink, and when he drank too much, he didn't cry or make trouble, but just looked at people directly, which was a bit unacceptable.

Looking back, Xu Shaomin and Ye Lihua had already helped Zhang Junan out.

Mother Zhang and Mother Qiu also came out arm in arm.

As for Zhao Yuzhi and Lin Shufang, they were not at ease, they followed behind with their sleeping child in their arms.

Lin Shufang and her uncle came here on a bicycle. Now that Lin Shufang is holding the child, she must not be able to ride a bicycle, so Ye Lihua can only help her ride.

Zhang Junping and Xu Shaomin drove to see off the old man and the others first.

Xu Shaomin couldn't help the three men who drank too much to go upstairs alone.

Mother Qiu, Qiu Wenyan, Qiu Wenyu, and Ye Lihua followed behind on bicycles.

After sending off the father-in-law, Zhang Junping waited for a while until Mother Qiu and the others came back, and then Zhang Junping took his leave.

"Let's go? The new daughter-in-law is going to recognize the door?" Zhang Junping ran to Qiu Wenyan meanly and invited her to go to the farm together.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you!" Qiu Wenyan turned her head and rolled her eyes at him.

It was Zhang Junping's fault that Qiu Jianguo and Ma Mingchen got drunk.

In the end, this guy was fine, and the other two, one was in a daze and the other was snoring.

There is also an old man, giggling there.

Qiu Wenyan, who was laughing, felt very sad, so she had no time to talk to Zhang Junping.

……

Zhang Junping drove his parents, younger siblings home.

"Pingzi, let's have a rest! You drank a lot of wine today." Zhang's mother was busy pouring water for Zhang Junping.

Regardless of Zhang Junping's busy schedule, in fact Zhang Junping drank the most at the wine table.

"Brother, how did you practice your drinking capacity? You can drink too much?" Zhao Yuzhi admired Zhang Junping's drinking capacity.

How did you practice?

Zhang Junping smiled, and glanced at his own museum space.

There are several jars inside, which are filled with wine.

One of the jars is the wine I drank at noon today.

These wines cannot be wasted.

Although, he will definitely not drink these second-hand wines again.

However, these second-hand wines can be sold to Lao Maozi.

It can also be sold at a good price.

I really am a person who lives.

Zhang Junping thought proudly.

"Pingzi, you have to treat Yanzi well in the future, I see that Yanzi is a good girl, her buttocks are round and bulging, and she will be a good child.

Yanzi's parents are also very good and educated, and they don't mean to look down on us rural people at all..." Zhang's mother was very happy, pulling Zhang Junping and chattering.

"That's right, it doesn't matter who picks the daughter-in-law, are you not in a hurry now?"

"Don't worry, don't worry!

When you get married next year, hurry up and have a baby, don't worry about boys and girls, mom will show you.

Second daughter-in-law, next year you also hurry up and ask for another one, and Mom will let you watch it together. "

Zhao Yuzhi didn't expect that it would involve herself.

It's nothing to have a baby, and it's not that I haven't had a baby.

But, is it appropriate for you to discuss having a baby with me in front of your elder brother?

But the mother-in-law said it, and she had to respond, so she could only blushed and whispered back: "Got it, Mom!"

After chatting for a while, Mother Zhang stood up, "It's been a long day, you should rest!

I will go to the pig farm to see! "

"Mom, I'll go with you!" Zhang Junping hurriedly got up.

"No, I'll go by myself!"

"Mom, how can you work while your son rests?"

Zhang Junping followed Mrs. Zhang to the pig farm.

The pigs in the pigsty were screaming from hunger.

In fact, it is not so hungry. The meal in the morning is twice as usual.

However, pigs are like this, smart, but lazy.

Pigs are very smart, much smarter than dogs and cats.

It's past meal time, and the owner is already dissatisfied if he hasn't come to feed.

Now seeing the master coming, they all hummed and protested: "Why did you come? They are all starving to death!"

"Eat more and grow more meat. We can kill and eat meat at the end of the year." Zhang Junping and his mother worked together, mixed the pig food, and began to feed the pigs.

It took more than an hour to mix the ingredients and feed the pigs before finishing.

After coming out of the pig farm, Zhang Junping quickly lost his clothes and smelled like pig manure all over his body.

After returning home, Zhang Junping simply washed up, bid farewell to Zhang's mother, and prepared to leave.

"It's so late, you're not at home for dinner?" Zhang's mother was very reluctant.

"No, I have to find a car tomorrow morning and come to the farm to fetch wine."

"Okay then, slow down on the road!"

Back in the city, Zhang Junping parked his car directly at the gate of Tsinghua Pool just as it was getting dark.

Chapter 59 Philosophical Zisha Teapot

The time is just right, and the bath will be off work any later.

I bought a ticket, went in to take a shower, rubbed my back, and added a piece of percussion music.

After changing into clean clothes, the smell of pig manure was finally gone, and I left the bath feeling refreshed.

I fed the pigs once, and I couldn’t bear it. My parents have been feeding pigs for 20 years, how did I get here?

Sitting in the car, Zhang Junping began to think, if Nie Xinghua disagreed with his proposal to open a restaurant, then he would rely on connections and find a way to bring his parents and younger brother to the city.

I can't be chic in the city by myself and let my parents suffer on the farm.

It can't be like the later generations, some people spend money singing about their parents in KTV, but don't know how to save the money and buy some delicious food for their parents.

Drive back to the courtyard.

Uncle Liu is sitting in the aisle of the gate to enjoy the shade.

Lying on the leisure chair, holding a cattail fan in one hand to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and holding a purple sand pot in the other, taking a sip from time to time.

Really carefree.

"Uncle Liu, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat! Pingzi, did you come back early today?" Uncle Liu looked up at Zhang Junping and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Liu, are you criticizing me for being late?" Zhang Junping handed Uncle Liu a cigarette and said with a smile.

"Criticism is out of the question, it's normal for young people to socialize, you're doing business, and you're not messing around like the old Hu in the backyard.

It's just that you have to pay attention to your health, you can't just rely on your youth to drink alcohol, and you won't be able to count..." Uncle Liu sipped his tea and lectured Zhang Junping.

"Yes, you're right. I haven't drunk too much lately?" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded, "You rest, I'm going back to the room!"

"Go back!" Uncle Liu waved the cattail fan in his hand, and said a little disappointed.

Now, less and less people are willing to listen to him, so only Zhang Junping is willing to stop and chat with him.

Just as Zhang Junping was about to walk in, Uncle Liu suddenly called Zhang Junping, "Wait!"

"What's the matter, Uncle Liu, do you have something to do?" Zhang Junping stood still.

"Pingzi, don't you collect antiques? Show me, how much is this purple clay pot worth?"

"Uncle Liu, why did you think of selling purple clay pots?

If you are short of money, let me know if you have more, three hundred and two hundred, I will lend it to you, and I will make it up for you! "

"No! My monthly salary is more than 70, what can I do?

I just know that your kid is working on antiques now, so I just asked casually. "Uncle Liu shook his head and smiled.

"Are you all right? You must speak up if you have something to do!" Zhang Junping urged again.

"Okay, I will speak up if I have something to do. I know that you are kind and warm-hearted, and you are very kind to the neighbors. But you can't just hope that my old man has something to do in order to help you?" Uncle Liu was in a good mood, and joked with Zhang Junping.

"Uncle Liu, you're joking. Don't I care about you? Who doesn't know you! You have to be strong for the rest of your life. You help your neighbors when you have something to do. If you have something to do yourself, you just grit your teeth and stand up."

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore.

How much is my purple sand pot worth? "Uncle Liu shook his head with a smile, he didn't want to talk about this topic, and pointed to the purple sand pot he put on the stool.

"Then can I get started?" Zhang Junping rubbed his hands and smiled at Uncle Liu.

"Ok!"

"Uncle Liu, this pot of yours is quite old!" Zhang Junping picked up the purple clay pot, weighed it a little, and said with a smile.

The identification of purple clay teapots is divided into one weighing, two looking, three smelling, four touching and five listening.

When you weigh it, what you weigh is the weight of the pot. It is not true if it is too light or too heavy. This depends on experience.

Second, look at the color, basically 90.00% of the bright colors are fake.

The real purple clay teapot has a restrained color and a warm feeling.

Three smells, the materials used in Zisha teapots are all natural materials, which are made of clay, quartz, and mica, without adding any chemical raw materials.

Therefore, the newly fired purple clay teapot has no other smell except for a smell of smoke and fire.

If the new pot smells something else, you can't have it, let alone use it, because you don't know what is added in it.

An old pot will have a faint tea fragrance.

Four touches, the purple clay pot looks rough, with coarse particles on the surface, but in fact, it feels smooth and delicate, like a baby's skin.

Five listening, listen to the sound, a good purple sand pot, the knocking sound is as clear and sonorous as jade.

Of course, this is just to identify the authenticity of the purple clay teapot, which is the most basic identification knowledge.

Uncle Liu's pot has been used for decades, so it's not for Zhang Junping to see the authenticity.

To judge how much a purple clay pot is worth, it depends on who the craftsman of the purple clay pot is.

Two purple sand teapots are made of the same material and similar in shape. They are made by ordinary craftsmen and famous masters, but the prices are very different.

In fact, just now Zhang Junping didn't need to get started, he knew that the old man's pot was not made by a famous master, at most it was made by a master craftsman.

The shape of the utensil is upright, and there is no fault to be found, but there is a broken rhyme.

Craftsmanship is too heavy.

"Uncle Liu, you can just keep this purple sand pot for yourself, this pot has been bred, and the tea fragrance has soaked through the walls of the pot, so it's a pity to sell it.

Keep it well, and it can be a family heirloom in the future. "Zhang Junping played with the purple clay pot for a while, then carefully put it on the stool, and said with a smile.

"You boy, don't give me a sloppy eye. If you are not worth money, you are not worth money!" Uncle Liu's heart was open, and he could see through Zhang Junping's thoughts at a glance.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, you really deserve to be a teacher all your life. Your heart is like a mirror." Zhang Junping smiled, flattered him first, and then pointed to the Happy Chair and said, "Actually, in terms of value, the chair under your body Happy chairs are quite expensive.

Selling it to cultural relics stores or trust stores is worth one or two hundred, and selling it to private individuals can cost more than two hundred and three hundred. "

Zhang Junping's valuation is relatively conservative, and the old man's Happy Chair is not easy.

It is obviously the style of the Ming Dynasty, and the material is also Hainan huanghuali.