Marrying an Educated Youth in 70s: I led the farm system to counterattack

"This is pork belly, twenty catties, put it outside for you?"

Old man: "Find a basin and put it away."

Yang Mo did what the old man told him to do.

"This is dog meat, ten catties."

The old man's eyes lit up: "You can still get this thing, it's not easy."

Yang Mo didn't answer the old man's words, and quickly put everything away, then took out a handful of money in his pocket, and said, "This is 100 yuan, you always keep it for emergencies."

After finishing speaking, he put the money in front of the old man, and said: "You always rest first? I will come to you after dawn?"

The old man picked up the money, stuffed it under the pillow, then waved his hand, and said, "Girl, I'm getting old, I don't feel that much, and it doesn't take much time to look at a few things."

Yang Mo opened the box and took out the things one by one.

Yang Mo took out one and put it on the kang, the old man picked it up to have a look, and gave a judgment by the way.

"This piece is a product of the Republic of China. The craftsmanship is not bad. It's good for my own use."

"You can also take this kind of thing, except that it has no characteristics at all."

"This one is okay. It's from the middle of the Ming Dynasty. It's just a folk song. It's worth collecting."

"This is the work of my official kiln in the Qing Dynasty. It should be the home of a second-rank official."

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Of the 33 works, the old man appraised 32 of them, including 27 with historical value and cultural relic value, and three fine works.

But the old man has a high vision, the fine works he said are already considered treasures in Yang Mo's eyes, and those that are true, she saw are all fine works.

But the last one was the size of a large bowl. The bowl was not a bowl, and the basin was not a basin.

Yang Mo was a little puzzled, although she didn't like this one, but there are no fakes in this era, if you just look at the age, it must be true.

"Master, what's the matter?"

The old man sighed and said, "Is this a good thing, and it was also found in the scrap yard?"

Yang Mo nodded: "Yes, we discovered it together."

Old man: "Just this one?"

Yang Mo: "There are some more, but I'm not sure if it's with this one. You also know that things are misplaced at the scrap yard."

The old man sighed again, and said: "This is a food bowl, it is for the Queen, and it is specially made for feeding Haidongqing."

Yang Mo clicked his tongue, didn't realize that this thing has such a big history.

Old man: "I've seen this thing before, oh, how many years."

Yang Mo: "As expected, I guessed correctly, you are always a relative of the emperor, right?"

The old man smiled disappointedly: "There are no royal relatives now, my real name is Aixinjueluo..."

After hearing the old man's narration, Yang Mo understood the old man's identity.

The old man's father and the last emperor were cousins, and later went north to the northeast together.

At that time, the last emperor also brought a lot of gold, silver, treasures, and antique jades out of Beijing, and most of them were taken to the ancestral land in the northeast, and the old man, his nephew, was in charge. ,

A small part was taken to Jinmen by the emperor and wasted.

Except for the part taken away by the Dongying Fusang people at that time, this part of the Northeast was hidden by a cronies at that time.

The old man has only a small part, but most of them are gone except for the really good things he thinks.

His good things are those for Yang Mo.

And this Haidongqing food jar was held by most of the confidantes at that time.

Yang Mo: "Then something happened to this confidant, or did he sell it?"

The old man shook his head and said, "I don't know, he died a long time ago, and there is no news about these things, but he has a godson, maybe that's why he is a godson."

Yang Mo: "Did he not kiss his son? Thanks for giving these good things to his godson."

The old man: "He is a rootless person, how can he have a son."

Yang Mo understood, it was the eunuch.

"Then where is his godson?"

The old man: "It's in Shen City. Those things should be there, because the manager built a basement privately at that time, and most of them were put in it. It wasn't that the house was confiscated, but they were always there. There are too many things."

Yang Mo: "Do you know the location of this basement?"

The old man shook his head, with a tone of seven points of anger and three points of helplessness: "I want to know that I have gone to take it and put it in the hands of his son, and it will all be a disaster. He is an ignorant guy. I love Xinjueluo It is a waste to give him the things of the family."

Yang Mo was really thinking about it. If he found these things, his collection would be considered high-end, and there was no need to have a psychological burden on such things.

"Master, if I find it, who will it belong to?"

The old man squinted at her and said, "If you find it, I will give it to you."

Yang Mo nodded: "Okay, I'll take it as you gave it to me."

The old man sneered and said, "Scary, you think it's easy to find, that boss is so thoughtful, you can easily find what he hides?"

Yang Mo: "I'm just trying. Do you know where his godson is in Shen City? What's his name and how old is he?"

The old man: "I don't know, but they lived in Siliu Hutong, Dongcheng at that time. His godson's name is Li Fugui, and he is about 40 years old now. He is not tall and has a big mole on his nose, so he is easy to recognize."

Yang Mo nodded: "I'll look back."

Seeing that Yang Mo was really interested, the old man said, "Aren't you leaving tomorrow?"

Yang Mo: "Not bad for a day or two. I'll look for it first. If I can find it, I'll be fine."

The old man curled his lips and said, "Of course it's not a loss. It's the last masterpiece of a dynasty. You girl really dare to think about it. Even if you find those things, you won't be able to deal with them."

Yang Mo didn't care about this at all. With a system, he was afraid that there would be no place to put it.

Yang Mo put the things in the box and said, "I'm leaving first, it's already midnight, you should hurry up and rest for a while."

The old man reminded Yang Mo: "If you really want to look for it, I will give you another message. Li Fugui loves smoking soil. Now there is no such thing. You grow it yourself. You can look for it from here."

Yang Mo: "Okay, thank you, sir."

After Yang Mo went out, he put away the box, took out his bicycle, and headed towards Dongcheng.

Yang Mo made up his mind, and just explored around Siliu Hutong. She didn't believe that the old eunuch could dig the basement 30 meters underground.

At the same time as Siliu Hu, it was already three o'clock in the morning, Yang Mo didn't think about anything, so he found a corner and slipped into the space, and let's talk after getting enough sleep.

Sometimes it's like this, the more you want to sleep, the harder it is to fall asleep.

Yang Mo is in this state now, he is very tired today, but when he closes his eyes, his mind is full of rare treasures, how can he sleep.

Suppressing his excitement, Yang Mo checked the old man in the box for the real ones, and sorted them away. As for the fake ones, they were put in the living space of the system. Use them yourself. After all, they are fine products with a history of decades. , It's also more stylish than the current enamel jar.