On our wedding night, my husband changed!

Hua Sheng put the snuff bottle back on Yu Ping's handkerchief and slowly took off his white gloves.

"The pastel snuff bottles of the Qing Dynasty have very interesting patterns. Most of them are flowers, birds, fish or landscapes, and there are also bold erotic pictures. Their bright colors represent good luck and good luck. Several generations of emperors in the Qing Dynasty liked this thing, so the later ones emerged. There are also pictures of ladies at sunset, pictures of generals' battlefields, and pictures of eight horses. However, these are relatively large in existence, and things are more valuable when they are rare. If there are too many, they will be worthless. Although yours is from a folk kiln, the pattern is very strange. , take a look for yourself, what are the flowers on it?"

Yu Ping was stunned for a while. When Hua Sheng said this, she quickly lowered her head to look at the pattern on the snuff bottle.

She had looked at it carefully before, but she didn't understand it clearly. She just thought it was a simple character painting. After all, the bottle was dirty and she couldn't see it clearly.

"Is this... some powerful person?"

"Do you know Chinese painting?" Hua Sheng asked her.

Yu Ping shook her head, "Those are things that rich people can learn. With my background, I don't dare to think about it, so I haven't studied it."

"No wonder...this pattern is Zhong Kui."

After Hua Sheng finished speaking, Yu Ping suddenly realized, and then she clapped her head and laughed at herself, "Haha, it looks familiar. It turns out to be the famous ghost king Zhong Kui. I thought this bearded man was the door god."

Hua Sheng continued, "Zhong Kui's picture is one of the favorite patterns of painters. All the famous painters have painted it, including Wu Daozi, Zhang He, Qi Baishi, Xu Beihong, Zhang Daqian, Fan Zeng, etc. Their techniques are also the same. It has its own style, and the painting style on this pastel snuff bottle is very strange. If you look closely, you will find that the painting work is excellent and very delicate. So I guess that this pastel snuff bottle may have been painted by someone who was quite talented in the Qing Dynasty. It is by an unknown artist. Although the artist is not famous, the painting method is novel and the quantity is small, so I think it can be sold for at least [-], of course, it may be higher."

"Oh my God, there are all these tricks in it, so am I just out of luck?" Yu Ping looked surprised.

I thought this little thing could make a profit of one to two thousand, so I went all the way. If it could be sold for thirty thousand, wouldn't it mean that I could earn more than twenty thousand in one go?

"Let's do this. Give me the stuff and I'll give it to my friend. I'll give you [-] yuan first. If she sells it for more, I'll let my friend share the dividends with you. How about that?"

"No, no, no, thirty thousand is a lot, Xiao Sheng, thank you." Yu Ping was very content and did not dare to expect any dividends later.

After Hua Sheng put away the things, he directly transferred [-] yuan to Yu Ping via WeChat.

When school was over, she originally planned to go back to Shili Chunfeng directly.

But suddenly, she received a call from Hua Lin's colleague, saying that Hua Lin was sick and asked her to come over.

Hua Sheng went directly to Hua Lin's dormitory building, and a female teacher received her, "Oh, I think something has been wrong with Teacher Xiaolin in the past few days. She suddenly asked for a week's leave, and then she didn't come out of the dormitory. I think it's possible She was sick, and seeing that there was no one around her, I remembered that she had called you on my phone before when her cell phone ran out of battery, saying that you were her sister, so I thought of telling you."

"okay, thank you."

Hua Sheng nodded and was taken directly to Hua Lin's dormitory by the female teacher.

When Hua Sheng walked in, it was already half past five in the afternoon.

Hua Lin was lying on the bed, asleep. Hua Sheng touched her forehead and found that it was very hot, so she and Chuntao quickly helped Hua Lin to a nearby hospital.

emergency room

"Hua Lin's family."

"Doctor, I am." Hua Sheng stepped forward.

"She has a fever of 41 degrees. Why did she bring her here? Did she know she would be burned to death?" The female doctor glared at Hua Sheng.

"I...I only found out today." Hua Sheng felt a little uncomfortable.

"Her condition is not very good now. She has extensive lung inflammation and respiratory tract infection. She needs to be hospitalized for observation. You can go and pay for the hospitalization procedures."