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

"Your identification skills are probably not inferior to those of Master Guan." "What an amazing young man."

Everyone spoke up, and no one looked down on Yang Muzi anymore.

"Brother Yang, I give in!"

Hou Paolan also spoke with a look of admiration, obviously recognizing Yang Muzi's identification skills.

Tonight, he and Yang Muzi identified dozens of items, and most of the results were the same.

There were only two items on which there were divergent opinions. One was an enameled porcelain general jar, and the other was a Ruiru kiln washbasin.

As a result, Yang Muzi's identification of both items was correct, which was enough to show that his identification skills were far superior to his.

"He is so powerful?" Lou Xiao'e's face was full of admiration.

In her eyes, Hou Polan was a great collector, and she never expected that Yang Muzi was even more amazing than Hou Polan.

"This...I didn't expect it to be a fake, what a pity!" The middle-aged general was greatly disappointed.

"I accept counterfeits too. I'll give you five pounds of flour. Are you willing to exchange it?"

"Yes, yes, I am willing!" The middle-aged man who was a general was overjoyed. He didn't expect that counterfeits could be exchanged for supplies.

He asked curiously, "Mr. Yang, you knew it was a fake, why did you change it for me?"

Yang Muzi smiled and said, “To be precise, this is not a fake, but a replica.

The famous Ru kiln washbasin was naturally imitated by many people in later generations.

The best imitations are from the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty and the Yongzheng period of the Qing Dynasty.

Because both emperors liked Ru kiln washbasins and had personally ordered the production of Ru kiln washbasins.

This imitation is 90% similar to the original, and was probably made by two people.

In my opinion, it must have been copied by Emperor Yongzheng."

Cheng Dieyi said, "Brother Yang, I have two questions. How do you know it was fired by Emperor Yongzheng? Even if it was fired by Emperor Yongzheng, with his knowledge, it doesn't make sense that he didn't know how to use three nails to fire it, so why did he use four nails?"

"Really?" "How could Emperor Yongzheng not know about the three-nails burning?"

Everyone showed doubtful expressions and felt that there was something wrong with what Yang Muzi said.

"This is the brilliance of Emperor Yongzheng. Don't underestimate the small four-nail burning, but it contains the emperor's mind."

Yang Muzi smiled and said, "Let me ask you, what is Yongzheng's ranking among the eldest children?" "The fourth one is the fourth prince Yinchu."

The Broken Marquis suddenly realized: "Yongzheng clearly knew that three nails were needed for burning, but he chose to use four. Four represents the fourth prince. He was leaving his own mark on this imitation."

Lou Xiao'e asked, "Mr. Yang, how did you figure out the emperor's mindset?"

Yang Muzi said calmly: "First of all, Emperor Yongzheng was arrogant and disdained to falsify things. He burned the four nails to let future generations distinguish the true from the false."

"If future generations can't tell the authenticity, it means that the forging skills were superb." "What if they can tell the authenticity?" Cheng Dieyi asked.

Yang Muzi smiled and said: "If you can tell whether it is true or not, you can probably tell that the four nails are burning.

Because of this, no one could understand why four nails were used to burn the body. That was a suspense, a question that Yongzheng asked everyone. No one could answer it. I guess he was secretly happy while lying in his coffin. "

Marquis Papa: "Now that you have figured it out, brother Yang, isn't that a slap in the face of Emperor Yongzheng?"

"No!"

Yang Muzi shook his head: "I did see it, but if I tell you about this, what will you think of Emperor Yongzheng?"

"As expected of an emperor, his cunningness is awe-inspiring." "Emperor Yongzheng is extremely wise."

"I can only say that the use of these four nails is very clever." Everyone praised.

Yang Muzi spread his hands and said, "That's right. No matter what the situation is, future generations will look up to Yongzheng. This is the mindset of an emperor."

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After Yang Muzi finished speaking, there was fierce applause. "Brother Yang, your identification skills are definitely not inferior to Master Guan's."

"Yes, I've learned a lot today. I never thought that antiques could be identified using this method."

"I am really impressed that you can even see what the ancients were thinking." Everyone looked at Yang Muzi with respect.

Even Hou Paolan was no exception. This young man taught him a vivid lesson.

Lou Xiao'e looked obsessed, her heart almost melting. How could this man be so likable? "Be quiet, there is one last thing."

As he spoke, the Broken Marquis took out a white jade bracelet from his bosom and said, "This is an item that a friend of mine asked me to trade. How much food can you give?"

"—Ye Ming's bracelet." Yang Muzi smiled, thinking.

In the Siheyuan drama, the Lou family has a family heirloom, which is Yi Ye Ming's bracelet.

There is no doubt that this bracelet was brought by Lou Xiao'e, and she asked Hou Polan to help her with the transaction.

"Three pounds of flour." "I'll offer five pounds." Two people made bids.

"One hundred kilograms of flour." Yang Muzi said. "What!" "One hundred kilograms." "Mr. Yang, you..." Everyone present was shocked.

This night-light bracelet is nice, but it is still inferior to the enameled porcelain general jar made in the Kangxi period.

However, Yang Muzi was willing to exchange it for 100 kilograms of flour, which was simply unbelievable.

"this…"

Lou Xiao'e's heart was moved. Could it be that he thought the bracelet was mine? The 100 kilograms of flour was given to me on purpose.

Why did this man give her 100 kilograms of flour? Could it be that he...

Lou Xiao'e was confused for a moment. "Thank you very much, brother Yang." Paolan Hou handed the bracelet to Yang Muzi.

After the transaction was completed, Yang Muzi’s food was gone, and all kinds of antiques filled a bag.

Everyone dispersed, and Paola Hou took Lou Xiao'e to see Yang Muzi off. "Brother Yang, come often when you have time." "Sure, bye!" "Wait!"

Lou Xiao'e came over and said, "My home is also near Nanluoguxiang. Can you give me a ride?"

Yang Muzi looked at the Broken Marquis, who nodded and said, "It's on the way, please take my niece with you, Brother Yang."

“Get in the car!”

"Why!"

Lou Xiao'e happily sat on Yang Muzi's human-powered tricycle.

The back seat of the human-powered tricycle was quite spacious, so the antiques were put on one side, and the other side was large enough for Lou Xiao'e to sit on.

"Let's go!"

Yang Muzi rode a human-powered tricycle back, parted ways with Cheng Dieyi at Xizhimen, and pulled Lou Xiaoe towards the courtyard.

Lou Xiao'e bit her lip and said, "The bracelet that shines all night is mine." "I know." Yang Muzi nodded.

"Thank you."

"hehe..."

Yang Muzi smiled but said nothing. Lou Xiaoe felt sweeter than honey.

The fact that this man was willing to give himself food showed that he cared about himself.

"Why didn't you bring the flour?" Yang Muzi asked. "It's too heavy. Uncle Hou will deliver it tomorrow."

"Um!"

The dark night fell into silence, and neither of them spoke. Suddenly, a strong wind blew, lightning and thunder roared, and it was about to rain.

"Yang... Muzi. It's going to rain soon. There's a dilapidated temple over there. Let's go in and take shelter from the rain."

"Why!"

Yang Muzi rode a human-powered tricycle into the dilapidated temple. As soon as he entered, it started to rain heavily outside.

At this time, there were oil lamps in the dilapidated temple. It was very dry inside, with a lot of hay spread out. The temple was dilapidated, and the statues of the gods were leaning all over the place.

At the feet of the deity, five or six ragged beggars were chatting.

Those were years of famine, and people fleeing famine were everywhere. It was normal to see beggars in dilapidated temples.

Seeing Lou Xiaoe coming in, the beggars' eyes lit up. "Let's sit over here." "Okay!"

There was some hay in the corner, and Yang Muzi pulled Lou Xiao'e to sit down. "What a pretty girl." "Hehe, we are lucky tonight."

“Hehehe…”

Several beggars made discordant noises, and looked at Lou Xiao'e with eyes as fierce as wolves and tigers.

"Muzi, let's go!" Lou Xiao'e was a little scared and leaned towards Yang Muzi.

"It's okay, don't be afraid, I'm here!"

Yang Muzi shook his head. He certainly wouldn't take a few beggars seriously.

"Hey, you whore, you can go now!"

The leading beggar pointed at Yang Muzi and said arrogantly, "What if I don't leave?" Yang Muzi said calmly.

"Muzi...I'm scared!" Lou Xiao'e became even more frightened and shrank into Yang Muzi's arms.

The beggars showed fierce eyes, and one of them said: "Leave this girl here, so that we can have fun. If you know what's good for you, get out of here immediately, or I'll break your dog legs."

"You are the ones who should get out of here." Yang Muzi's eyes flashed with a cold light. "How dare you!"

"Brothers, get him!" "He's looking for death!"

Four or five beggars rushed towards Yang Muzi without saying a word.

"No!"

Lou Xiao'e was horrified and her face turned pale with fear.

Yang Muzi gently placed Lou Xiao'e on the straw mat, then slowly stood up.

At this time, several beggars had already approached.

The first person took a brick and smashed it hard on Yang Muzi's forehead.

"Muzi, run!"

Lou Xiaoe was frightened and quickly covered her face. Bang, bang, bang...

Three seconds later, there was silence.

Lou Xiao'e opened her eyes and saw four or five beggars rolling on the ground.

Yang Muzi took a few steps forward and walked towards the beggars. "It hurts so much." "Have mercy, have mercy!"

"Good man, good man, please spare my life!" Several beggars knelt down and kowtowed.

This scene shocked Lou Xiao'e. She could never have imagined that Yang Muzi had such high fighting power.

Before they could see what was happening, several beggars were killed in an instant. This man was really good at fighting. "Get lost!"

Yang Muzi shouted, and several beggars ran away and disappeared in the heavy rain.

Yang Muzi turned around and saw Lou Xiao'e taking off her clothes. "Lou Xiao'e, what are you doing?" "I may have to leave the capital, and I don't want to have any regrets before I leave. Muzi, I want to be your woman."

"I already have a wife." "I don't care. Sometimes love requires you to throw yourself into a flame like a moth."

Lou Xiao'e has a harsh and aggressive personality, and her efforts in speaking are in vain.

"But this will hurt you."

"I don't care. I'm willing to bear any consequences." Lou Xiao'e rushed over.

Damn it!!! Yang Muzi is numb. If you are not afraid, why should I be afraid? Come on.

Outside the temple, it was raining heavily. Inside the temple, spring was in the air. Lou Xiaoe's hand was very moist.

An hour and a half later, the two of them got dressed and the rain stopped.

Lou Xiao'e paid the price for her impulsiveness. She didn't even have the strength to walk and was carried into the car by Yang Muzi.

Yang Muzi did not leave immediately, but took out the bracelet from his pocket and handed it to her: "Xiao E, this is yours, I'm giving it back to you."

Lou Xiao'e shook her head: "I'm leaving now. I'll give this to you as a gift. Just consider it as..."

The words "token of love" were never spoken. "Okay, I'll keep it for you first." Yang Muzi put it away.