Me! The dark horse of the Siheyuan, my wife Chen Xueru

Unless you have a good relationship with them and they are knowledgeable about the business, they will occasionally take out one or two items for you to see.

If you want to show your treasure to others, sorry, forget it. "If you don't want to, forget it. Hey, I won't hide it from you. This is my food for today. I can't bear to part with it."

As Yang Muzi spoke, he put the steamed bread into his arms. "No, no, no, don't worry, I'll take you there." Cheng Dieyi spoke quickly, but he couldn't resist the temptation of the steamed bread.

Although I put a sweet potato in it, the feeling of hunger was even stronger than before.

Yang Muzi handed the steamed bread to Cheng Dieyi, who ate it in two or three bites. He felt his stomach and felt that he still felt unsatisfied. He was still not full.

Are you kidding? I’ve been hungry for two days. What can a sweet potato and a steamed bun do for me?

What's more, Cheng Dieyi has been practicing martial arts since he was a child.

Opera singers sing, recite, act and fight, and it takes more effort for them to perform a set of moves than those who practice martial arts.

Ancient people often said that the poor are good at literature and the rich are good at martial arts. This is the truth. Anyone can afford to read, as long as they have books.

Practicing martial arts is different. After a lot of wielding of swords, guns, sticks, axes, and hooks, more than a dozen steamed buns are gone.

The same goes for opera singers. Why did so many people learn to sing opera in the old society? Opera singers had money, and it was to be able to have enough food to eat.

"Brother Yang, judging from your condition, you are doing well. You should not be short of food, right?"

"We can barely get by. We have many children in our family, and the food quota is high. The children are young and eat less. Thanks to the children, we can eat frugally and still have some left over every month.

It won’t work in the future, and it won’t be easy when the children grow up.” “Oh, you are from a wealthy family.” Cheng Dieyi looked envious.

Yang Muzi said, "You are out of food, why don't you go find Duan Xiaolou and ask him to help you."

Cheng Dieyi was filled with anger: "My senior brother's family fortune is controlled by that bitch, how can it be my turn?

Besides, I would rather die of starvation than eat a bitch’s food. Even if I die of starvation, I, Cheng Dieyi, will never beg that stinky bitch.”

"Okay, pretend I didn't say that."

He had heard about the story between Cheng Dieyi and his senior brother Duan Xiaolou. The two had been brothers since childhood and had been working in the opera industry since they were young. Cheng Dieyi was obsessed with singing opera and did not distinguish between roles in and out of the opera.

On stage, he is Yu Ji in Farewell My Concubine, and he likes Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, played by his senior brother.

After stepping down, he is still Yu Ji and likes his senior brother Duan Xiaolou.

In a word, when singing opera, one integrates what he sings into the role, and his life and opera are inseparable, which is completely abnormal.

He is not normal, but after Duan Xiaolou stepped down, he became just like a normal man, adept at eating, drinking, whoring and gambling.

The one he liked the most was Juxian, the top prostitute in Huamanlou in the Bada Hutongs. Later, Juxian changed her ways and married Duan Xiaolou.

Cheng Dieyi believed that Juxian had snatched away his senior brother, and therefore hated Juxian to the core.

The stinky bitch he was referring to was of course Juxian.

The two chatted and, under the guidance of Cheng Dieyi, came to a stand-alone courtyard.

The yard is not big, it is a courtyard with one entrance, and the small yard is kept clean.

Entering the living room, Cheng Dieyi turned a vase and a door appeared behind the cabinet.

"please!"

Yang Muzi stepped in. "What a guy." After taking a look, Yang Muzi couldn't help but be surprised.

Cheng Dieyi's largest collection is various women's jewelry and headpieces, including more than a dozen glittering phoenix crowns.

The rest of the collections, such as calligraphy and painting, porcelain, bronze, wood, and ornaments, number in the hundreds.

Everything that can be collected by Cheng Dieyi is a fine product.

Yang Muzi took a look and saw cloisonné bronze ware, Xuande furnace, Huizong's calligraphy and paintings, Banqiao's bamboo, the tiger character on the central hall, jade and stone artifacts, and the most numerous were porcelains from the Ming and Qing dynasties.

There are nearly a hundred pieces of blue and white porcelain and seven or eight pieces of enamel porcelain.

Let alone these pieces of enamel porcelain, their value would definitely exceed 100 million yuan if they were put into later generations.

"Not bad!"

Yang Muzi kept smacking his lips. The collection in his hands was several times more than that of Chen Dieyi, but Cheng Dieyi's items were mostly fine quality.

Some of the collections he had never even seen.

Of course, the total number of Cheng Dieyi's fine products is still not as many as Yang Muzi's.

"Okay."

Cheng Dieyi was somewhat proud. In his eyes, Yang Muzi was also a great collector. It was an honor for him to be recognized by him.

"It's okay, but that's not right. There's nothing worth liking." Yang Muzi said this deliberately to provoke.

"Humph!"

Cheng Dieyi snorted disdainfully: "Let him see the world today. Wait!!!"

After saying that, Cheng Dieyi opened the cabinet and took out a small red rosewood box from the bottom of the cabinet.

Yang Muzi took a look at the sandalwood box and was a little surprised. This box was of top quality in terms of workmanship, carving and material selection.

This box would be worth hundreds of thousands of dollars in later generations. It is used to hold things, so it is obvious that the things inside are extraordinary.

"Today I will let you open your eyes and see what a true national treasure is."

Cheng Dieyi opened the sandalwood box as if it were a treasure. The bottom cloth was covered with shiny yellow satin, and there was something filling underneath. There were two grooves, and a pair of jade-white cups were inlaid in the grooves.

The delicate porcelain sleeve is like natural white jade, extremely bright. "This is..."

Yang Muzi's heart skipped a beat: "Brother Cheng, let me take a look." Cheng Dieyi: "Be careful."

"Hey~~~"

Yang Muzi carefully took out two cups. One of the cups had a hen and a chick pecking at a centipede printed on it, and the other cup had a hen and three chicks pecking at a centipede printed on it.

When you tap it lightly with your fingers, the sound is as clear as a chime.

Yang Muzi put it back carefully: "As thin as paper, as white as jade, as clear as a chime, and as smooth as fat. This should be the famous Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup."

"Brother Yang is very insightful!"

"Good stuff, really good stuff, Brother Cheng, thanks to you, I have finally opened my eyes today."

Yang Muzi has a lot of collections, but the only thing that can be compared with this pair of cups is the sky-blue Ru kiln washbasin worth 300 million yuan.

The Chenghua Doucai Chicken Cup was the cup used by the Chenghua Emperor Zhu Jianshen.

The first year of Chenghua was the Year of the Rooster, which meant good luck.

At the same time, behind the Chicken-Glazed Cup is the love story of Zhu Jianshen and Concubine Wan.

When Zhu Jianshen was two years old, his father entrusted him to the care of the seventeen-year-old Wan Zhen, also known as Concubine Wan.

The deep palace that cannot be escaped from, the endless darkness of the harem.

Wan Zhen'er entered the palace at the age of four as a maid of Empress Xiaosun. At the age of seventeen, she was sent to the Eastern Palace to serve the two-year-old prince.

He was everything to her. She took good care of him, raised him up, and used her slim seventeen-year-old body to support a small sky for him.

She was his beloved, like a mother and a wife.

Zhu Jianshen ascended the throne at the age of 18 and conferred the title of Wan Zhen'er as Wan Guifei. The title remained unchanged until death...

"Hey~~~"

Cheng Dieyi sighed deeply: "Although the chicken cup is good, it is not as good as a roast chicken now."

Yang Muzi said with a smile: "Brother Cheng, you are joking. If I give you a roast chicken in exchange, will you exchange it?"

"Change!"

Cheng Dieyi spoke in a resounding voice.

Of course, exchanging roast chicken for a melted chicken cup was a joke. He dared to say this because he thought Yang Muzi couldn't produce a roast chicken.

Secondly, I was just speaking from my heart. I used my life savings to exchange for this treasure, but now it is useless and I have to starve.

"Change!"

Yang Muzi stretched out his hand and took out a golden roast chicken from his arms, which was still steaming.

Nima!!!

Cheng Dieyi rubbed his eyes, as if he couldn't believe what he saw. How come there is everything in your arms, sweet potatoes, steamed bread, and roast chicken.

Gulp~~~ Cheng Dieyi swallowed hard, his throat rolling.

It is impossible for ordinary people to understand how a person who has been hungry for two days feels when he suddenly sees roast chicken.

He even thought that he could eat ten of these roast chickens. "Brother Yang, you..."

Yang Muzi shrugged: "Roast chicken for a chicken cup, just tell me whether you want to exchange it or not, if not I'll take it away."

"Yang Muzi, fuck your uncle, you bastard, you are taking advantage of the situation." Cheng Dieyi's eyes were red.

I want roast chicken, and I also want the chicken-glazed cup. I can't have both.

Yang Muzi said unhappily, "What are you cursing at, you low-class little actor? It was you who said the chicken-glazed cup was not as good as roast chicken, and it was you who said you wanted to change it. Did I force you to do that?"

Chen Dieyi gritted his teeth: "You didn't force me!"

"Why are you pretending to be a woman without a pen? You're disgusting. Change it if you want. If you don't, I'm leaving."

"Wait wait wait!"

Cheng Dieyi was anxious and quickly grabbed Yang Muzi: "Brother Yang, my dear brother, no, you are my father, my dear father."

Yang Muzi curled his lips: "Who is your real father? Your mother is a whore. I have never been a whore."

"Well, don't get angry, Brother Yang. Let's make a deal. You can take whatever you like from my stuff. As long as..."

"No, I want the chicken cup."

Damn it!!! Cheng Dieyi was very angry. You, Yang, wouldn’t do things the way you do.

Yang Muzi thought for a moment and said, "I won't let you down either. I'll give you 100 kilograms of flour tomorrow."

"real."

"A gentleman's word is as good as gold." "Okay, then I'll switch!" Cheng Dieyi picked up the roast chicken and started to eat it.

Yang Muzi found some costumes for the opera, packed up the box and put it on his shoulder.

I walked out and when I reached the door, I saw a radio.

He took it away casually: "We have many children, Brother Cheng, this thing is given to me."

"Take it, take it!"

Cheng Dieyi waved his hand. He had plenty of radios, all given by fans, and he didn't care at all.

When I left Cheng Dieyi's house, it started snowing heavily outside.

With a move, Yang Muzi put the box of the Chicken-Glazed Cup into the system space, tightened his clothes, and rushed home carrying the radio.

The radios of this era were called "drama boxes" or "chat boxes" by people in Beijing.

The first five-year plan began in 1955. The country has many major policies.

For example, public-private partnerships, the issuance of a second set of currency, and prohibition of private transactions.

In addition, the industry is also beginning to rise.

The first Chinese-made Jiefang brand car was launched, and the first jet fighter successfully completed its test flight.

In 1956, the first domestically produced vacuum tube radio was also launched.

It was 1959, and radios were certainly not popular. Cheng Dieyi's radio was not domestically produced but imported.

Only those whose families were extremely prominent could own such items.

Even now, it is still the same.

It’s true that the first batch of radios have been released, but there are not enough radios for each of the leaders to have one, let alone ordinary people.

"We ordinary people are so happy today~~~"