My Qin Huairu in Siheyuan is not the White Lotus of the Golden Age

A golden light flashed in Wang Zicheng's eyes.

"Golden Eyes!"

Wang Zicheng was a little surprised. This was a good thing, but it was not a good thing. He remembered that in the original book, the golden pupil had significant side effects, such as drowsiness and amnesia.

He now has the golden finger, and it is better for him not to have the golden eyes which have side effects.

"System, this thing shouldn't have any side effects!"

The system replied: "Master, the perfect golden pupil has no side effects, you can use it without any worries."

"That's good!"

Wang Zicheng smiled happily. The golden eyes had no side effects and were still very fragrant.

Without any worries, he took a look at the system's introduction to the functions of the Golden Eyes. Reading ten lines at a glance, photographic memory, and seeing through thousands of miles away are the most basic functions.

The most powerful function of the Golden Eyes is to identify treasures and understand history.

This ability is really powerful. From the various patterns and traces of use on a treasure, one can understand history and also understand what the treasure and its owner experienced in ancient times.

This is much more powerful than the treasure appraisal ability of modern people.

Wang Zicheng smiled and thought: "It seems that the system is letting me try my hand in the antique world!"

There are some antique markets in Sijiu City, but there are no good things here. Most of them are scams and you will get a lot of them if you can.

The real good stuff is all in the pigeon market, which is the black market.

There were only a few black markets in the old city, and Wang Zicheng knew some of them more or less. They were all open at night, so as to avoid surprise inspections by relevant personnel to the greatest extent.

It is very difficult to find some treasures during the day.

After getting up, Wang Zicheng rode his bicycle out. He planned to find a decoration team to renovate his house. He wanted to make three rooms, one as a bedroom, one as a living room, and another as a kitchen and bathroom.

Renovate the house according to his preferences so that he can feel at ease living there.

However, nowadays there are very few independent toilets, and only some large places and single-family houses have independent toilets. It is impossible to build an independent toilet in a small courtyard like a siheyuan.

Moreover, at this time, it is absolutely impossible to buy a property of your own, as the policy does not allow it.

It was only after the reform and opening up that we were able to find ways to purchase some real estate.

"No, no!"

Wang Zicheng shook his head. He felt bad when he thought about Qin Huairu going to the public toilet in the cold wind and heavy snow at night in the middle of winter, and getting bruised and blue from the cold.

"Without a construction team, can't I build one myself?"

The idea of ​​building an independent bathroom quickly took root in Wang Zicheng's mind. If he couldn't find a construction team, he would do it himself. Since he had money, he might as well build it!

Soon, Wang Zicheng went to buy some boards and wood for decoration, and then secretly put them into his personal space and took them back to the courtyard without anyone noticing.

Time passed and night fell.

Qin Huairu was not expected to come back until tomorrow afternoon. After finishing his meal, Wang Zicheng put on a hat and a mask, covered himself tightly, and quietly left the courtyard.

The pigeon market under Zhengyangmen is the most famous in the city.

It is said that there lives a big man here, who was the Nine Gates Admiral of the previous dynasty. He has many treasures that are difficult to distinguish between real and fake. But this old man can tell whether they are real or fake just by touching them, and he is highly respected.

Of course, Wang Zicheng didn't come here to reminisce with the Nine Gates Admiral, he came here to buy and exchange treasures.

Good things should shine, not be covered in dust, and certainly not be lost overseas!

Soon, Wang Zicheng arrived at the pigeon market alone. He couldn't tell what it looked like at the door, but when he got inside, it was crowded but very quiet, and everyone seemed to be speaking in a low voice.

There are many stalls here. Some of them are surrounded by many people, while some stalls seem a little lonely.

Wang Zicheng didn’t know what to buy, so he simply opened his golden eyes and scanned the stalls.

"Hey, there really is a treasure!"

He was a man in his thirties. There were many things on his stall, including bottles, jars, pens, ink, paper and inkstones. It was just like a grocery stall.

However, although there are many objects, most of them are fake, only the painting in the middle is interesting.

Wang Zicheng walked up to the stall and asked, "Brother, how do I buy this painting?"

When the man saw Wang Zicheng asking about the price of the painting right away, his eyes changed and he said in surprise, "Young man, you have a good eye. This is the only thing worth some money on my stall."

Wang Zicheng didn't bother to be pretentious and said directly: "This painting is good. I like it. How much is it?"

The man smiled and said, "A treasure is given to a hero. If you can tell me the origin of this painting, I will charge you one dollar for it!"

"This painting, Spring Trees and Autumn Frost, was created by Tang Bohu, one of the four great talents during the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. I wonder if what I said is correct."

Wang Zicheng knew the origin of the painting at a glance with his golden eyes.

The man was shocked and asked, "Young man, how did you know that? You haven't even opened the painting to look at it!"

Wang Zicheng smiled and said mysteriously: "The hermit has his own ingenious plan!"

"Brother, I told you the origin of this painting, you won't go back on your word, will you?"

"of course not!"

The stall owner took out the painting and handed it to Wang Zicheng.

Wang Zicheng took the painting and was about to leave when he was stopped by the stall owner. He asked, "Young man, why did you ask about this painting right away? I have other good things here too!"

Wang Zicheng shook his head and said with a smile: "Yeah, the imitation is indeed good!"

This made the stall owner feel a little embarrassed, so he didn't say anything else.

Wang Zicheng was naturally very happy and relieved. He got the authentic clothes of Tang Bohu for only one dollar. This was a real treasure. If it was put up for auction in the future, it could be sold for at least tens of millions.

I'm in a very happy mood.

Then, Wang Zicheng swept the pigeon market with his cheating weapon, the Golden Eye, and spent almost all of the nearly 10,000 yuan worth of the Great Unity he had. Of course, the report was even more full.

Yan Zhenqing's calligraphy, Wu Daozi's paintings, Su Dongpo's poems, Jingdezhen's porcelain...

Wang Zicheng went to the pigeon market and found quite a few treasures.

What he didn't know was that when he left the pigeon market, there was actually a little tail following him...