Yang Pingxin said excitedly: "Dad, it's Lao Si. He is so awesome. He fixed the radio again."

"Old Four, it was you who really built it." "Yeah!" Yang Pingyi said calmly. "This..."

Yang Muzi was secretly surprised.

Children aged six or seven can disassemble a radio into parts and put it back together.

What does this mean? It means that my son is a good candidate for scientific research. The future is a high-tech era.

If the fourth child takes this path, his future will be limitless. Yang Muzi then discovered that the fourth child also has his own talents. The eldest child likes Chinese medicine. The second child likes painting. The third child likes antiques. The fourth child studies technology. Why should I make money? This is the greatest wealth.

When he gets old, he can just lie down.

In the past, people in the courtyard thought he was a parasite.

When his identity as the young master of Huichuntang was exposed, the people in the Siheyuan thought he was a parasite.

Wait until the kids grow up and eat them. Life is so cool.

"Xue Ru, take care of the children. I'm going to be out for a while." After saying hello, Yang Muzi walked out of the courtyard.

When they arrived at a deserted place, they took out a human-powered tricycle, put several hundred kilograms of food on the vehicle, and covered it with a black cloth.

At around eight or nine in the evening, there were no pedestrians on the street. Even if he met the inspection team, Yang Muzi was not afraid. He had a system space and could put food in at any time.

A little after ten o'clock, Yang Muzi arrived at Xizhimen.

At this time, Cheng Dieyi was already waiting for him. He was riding a bicycle, with a bulge in his arms, but no one knew what it was.

After taking a look at Yang Muzi's human-powered tricycle, Cheng Dieyi felt a little envious. He didn't expect that Yang Muzi brought so much food.

"Where are you going?" "Follow me!"

Chen Dieyi and Yang Muzi wandered around Xizhimen for nearly an hour before they arrived at a hidden courtyard.

This is a courtyard house with five entrances, which is much more magnificent than the one where Yang Muzi lives.

After passing through the four courtyards in front, they arrived at the backyard. The main hall was brightly lit, and Cheng Dieyi went in to inform them.

Someone opened the back door, and Yang Muzi rode the tricycle around before entering the backyard.

Yang Muzi looked around and saw several bicycles and two tricycles parked in the yard.

There were also things on the two tricycles, covered with straw mats, but no one knew what they were.

"Hey, Boss Cheng is here?" "Good luck to Boss Cheng."

"Boss Cheng, what did you bring today?" When he entered the house, many people greeted him.

Everyone only knew Cheng Dieyi but not Yang Muzi, so he was ignored.

Yang Muzi glanced at the crowd. There were more than a dozen of them, wearing all kinds of clothes. Some were wearing generals' clothes, some were wearing work cloth trousers and jackets, some were wearing Zhongshan suits, and some were wearing factory work clothes.

But one thing is that everyone in the room has a temperament that ordinary people don't have.

When he speaks, he looks up at the sky and lowers his chin to look at people, as if he is the boss and the sky is the most important.

Sitting right at the door was a middle-aged man in tattered clothes, about thirty-five or thirty-six years old.

He has a thin face, small, bright eyes, and looks a bit like Uncle San.

Next to the middle-aged man stood a girl with her head down, not knowing what she was thinking.

Yang Muzi looked up and was surprised to find that the girl was none other than Lou Xiaoe.

He thought he would never have any encounter with Lou Xiao'e in this life, but unexpectedly, he met her here.

"Boss Cheng, this brother looks very unfamiliar."

A slightly plump middle-aged man who was rubbing his lion's head looked at Yang Muzi.

"My Lord, this is a friend of mine, and he is also a great collector." Cheng Dieyi introduced him with a smile. Then he whispered about the man's origins in Yang Muzi's ear.

This person's ancestors were members of the royal family of the Qing Dynasty, the Aisin-Gioro clan. After the founding of the country, the Manchus changed their surnames to Chinese, and the Aisin-Gioro clan changed their surname to Jin.

He is the third child in the family, named Jin San, and nicknamed "Beile Ye". "Really? I'd like to see him for myself."

"When did such a collector appear? He looks unfamiliar." "He looks so young, he doesn't look like one..." Everyone looked at Yang Muzi.

Seeing that he was young, they couldn't help but look down on him. They didn't believe that Yang Muzi was a great collector.

Hou Palan waved his hand and said with a smile: "Since Boss Cheng introduced you, you are one of us. Please introduce yourself."

"I am Yang Muzi!" Yang Muzi!!!

Lou Xiao'e suddenly looked up, her big watery eyes glanced over, a look full of surprise.

Who would have thought that the person I've been thinking about day and night these past two days would actually appear here?

Yang Muzi smiled and nodded to Lou Xiaoe as a greeting. Lou Xiaoe smiled sweetly, feeling indescribably happy.

Yang Muzi was also curious why Lou Xiao'e, a girl, would appear at this occasion.

You have to know that there are grown men here and it’s the middle of the night.

Cheng Dieyi also noticed Lou Xiaoe, frowned slightly, and asked, "My Lord, why is there a girl here?"

Marquis Polan smiled and said, "This is the daughter of a good friend of mine. He has something else going on lately and it's not convenient for him to come, so he asked Xiao'e to do it for him."

"Um!"

Yang Muzi nodded slightly. He knew what was going on.

It must be that Lou Zhenhua's family was short of food, and his identity was not suitable for appearing in such occasions, so he asked Lou Xiao'e to take some items from home and exchange them for some food.

Everyone was chatting, and soon it was twelve o'clock, and a few more people came in.

The Broken Marquis then closed the door. "My Lord, everyone is here, let's get started."

"Um!"

Marquis Papa nodded and said with a smile: "Before we begin, let me first say that this exchange meeting is different from the previous ones.

As everyone knows, this is a year of famine, and some Tibetan friends are really out of food, so they contacted me to host this exchange meeting. "

"Everyone is here today, so I'm going to make it clear. No matter who is swapping with whom today, no one is allowed to mention this matter after leaving this room. And, no matter how many years pass, no one is allowed to bring up the past.

If anyone can't afford to play, just get out of the circle." Yang Muzi nodded secretly.

What Marquis Polan said was clear: now is a year of famine, and exchanging antiques for food would definitely be a loss.

If the famine is over, those who exchanged antiques for food will definitely regret it.

To prevent them from bringing up old scores, the Broken Marquis said this. "Don't worry, Lord Marquis. Everyone knows what the weather is like now." "We all know the rules. If we can't afford to play, we won't come."

"Giving out food now is life-saving. If anyone dares to betray us, I, Jin San, will be the first to kill him."

"Well, let's start. Who goes first?" "I'll go!"

An old man in a green coat stepped forward and took out an enameled general jar from his arms.

"Everyone take a look."

"nice one?"

"I?" Everyone came forward to watch, and Cheng Dieyi also came over.

The old man in the green coat smiled and said, "Who can tell what this object is? Tell me."

"It's old-fashioned." "It's an object."

"It should be correct. It's enamel porcelain."

Everyone nodded, and many people identified it as enamel porcelain. Cheng Dieyi looked at Yang Muzi with a questioning look.

Yang Muzi nodded and lowered his voice and said, "It is indeed enamel porcelain, but the workmanship is not delicate enough and it looks a bit rough. It should have been made during the reign of Emperor Kangxi."

"Do you know what it is?" "A two-color peony flower general jar made during the reign of Emperor Kangxi."

He spoke quietly, but many people present still heard it.

Marquis Paola frowned slightly but said nothing.

Lou Xiao'e showed a look of surprise. She didn't expect that Yang Muzi also knew about collecting.

"My Lord, you??!" "Let me take a look."

Marquis Pao Lan picked up the general jar and looked at it carefully, but there was no signature.

After looking at it for a long time, he put down the bottle and looked at Yang Muzi: "Boy, if you don't understand, don't talk nonsense."

Everyone's eyes also turned to look over, and many people showed contempt.

"What can a young boy understand? My Lord, don't bother with him." "Young people talking nonsense will only make people laugh."

"Boss Cheng, why do you bring all these people in?" Listening to the discussion, Cheng Dieyi frowned deeply. In his opinion, Yang Muzi's identification was a skill.

But everyone here is a big shot, and compared with these people, I inevitably pale in comparison.

Especially from what the Broken Marquis said, Yang Muzi was wrong. "This..."

Lou Xiao'e showed a worried look. She felt that Yang Muzi was going to be embarrassed. The old man in the green coat smiled and said, "My Lord, please tell me."

The Broken Marquis said calmly: "First of all, we can be sure that this is an enamel porcelain."

After hearing his words, the old man in the green coat breathed a sigh of relief.

Enamel porcelain is the uncrowned king among Qing Dynasty porcelains. There is no doubt that all enamel porcelains are from official kilns.

Of course, folk kilns also produced enamel porcelain, but the firing technology was poor and was not recognized by the royal family or collectors of later generations.

Therefore, when we talk about enamel porcelain, we must be referring to the official kilns. The enamel porcelain from the folk kilns is not called enamel porcelain.

Therefore, the Marquis's words give this thing an accurate value positioning.

"What era?" someone asked immediately.

To be precise, enamel porcelain was first produced in the late Kangxi period, developed in the Yongzheng period, and reached its peak in the Qianlong period.

Therefore, among all the porcelains of the Qing Dynasty, the most collectible ones are those from the Yongzheng and Qianlong periods.

The age of Kangxi does not mean that it is valuable, because the firing technology at that time was not good.

"I can't tell the exact year, but it should be from the late Qing Dynasty, definitely not during the reign of Emperor Kangxi."

When Palanhou said this, he looked at Yang Muzi, obviously targeting him.

"I don't agree with what you said, sir!"

Yang Muzi took a step forward. He was not one to suffer a loss. "What a big tone."

"The little boy is still full of energy, yet he dares to challenge the Marquis." "Who gave him the courage?"

Everyone glared at Yang Muzi.

Cheng Dieyi quietly pulled Yang Muzi's sleeve, signaling him to be more low-key.

Lou Xiao'e's face turned slightly pale, and she became even more worried about Yang Muzi.

In her opinion, Yang Muzi only took a look from a distance, while Hou Polan picked up the thing and looked at it carefully several times, and he must have believed that what Hou Polan said was right.

"What do you think? Tell me."

Instead of getting angry, Marquis Paola laughed and sat back in his chair with a playful look on his face, waiting to see the young man make a fool of himself.

Yang Muzi picked up the general jar, looked at the bottom, and then looked inside under the light. He said confidently, "It can't be wrong. This thing is from the Kangxi period."

"—speaking nonsense." "What are you doing?"

"The Marquis said it was from the late Qing Dynasty..." "Get out, rude boy."

Everyone yelled.

But the Broken Marquis was not in a hurry at all. He took a sip of tea and asked: "Where is the evidence?"

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