1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

"You old bastard, I won't buy anything good from you even if you have something good."

After saying that, he walked forward angrily.

"You little brat, you have such a bad temper!" After he left, the old man smiled and shook his head, then continued smoking his old pipe.

Li Weiguo held the flashlight tightly in his hand and bravely strolled on the dim Guijie Street.

Now he understood that the old man was trying to scare him on purpose, so he was not so scared anymore.

He even thought that if he suddenly entered the space and disappeared, maybe he could scare these old guys.

"Hmph! Stinky old man!"

Li Weiguo strolled through the entire Guijie Street. He found that the entire ghost street was about 500 meters long. There were not many people setting up stalls, and they were far apart from each other.

Moreover, there are seven or eight coffin shops on this street, with dim lanterns hanging in front of the doors, making the whole street look very strange and creepy.

Li Weiguo took a look around and felt more confident.

Through observation he also understood that those who sat alone on a small stool and smoked must be the old people. There were not many things in front of them, either just one object or a box.

He came here to buy some good things, so he walked over to an old man who was sitting alone.

Li Weiguo shone a flashlight and found an exquisite box in front of the old man, so he squatted down and planned to take a look.

The old man looked up and saw that it was a young man. He immediately said impatiently: "Hey, stop it. If you don't want to buy, don't look at it. You can't afford it even if you look."

Li Weiguo paused. Why was this old man so rude? His temper was even worse than that of the mean old man just now.

But he sincerely wanted to buy something, so he didn't argue with the old man and said with a smile: "Uncle, I just want to see your good things. I am here to buy things sincerely, not to play."

Who would have thought that the old man didn't buy his tricks at all and still drove him away: "You're still buying things? How can people of your age buy things? Do you have money? Besides, I won't sell to you even if you have money."

Li Weiguo was so angry that he burst out with anger: "You are really funny, old man. You put the things here, don't you want to sell them? Why don't you sell them to me?"

The old man sighed and said, "Young man, it's not that I don't want to sell it to you, but do you have 30 kilograms of white flour? 50 kilograms of whole grain flour is also fine. If that doesn't work, do you have 20 kilograms of rice? Apart from these, I really won't trade for anything else."

Li Weiguo now understood that the old man was trying to make things difficult for him.

I said that because I saw that he didn't bring any food.

But he really wanted to save face, and said to the old man's surprise: "Yes, of course, what? You don't believe it?"

The old man looked him up and down and snorted coldly: "Young man, don't brag, lest you sprain your waist by bragging, and then you will still have food?"

Li Weiguo smiled and said, "Old man, I'm not bragging. What treasure is in your box that is worth so much food?"

The old man curled his lips and said, "It doesn't hurt to tell you. There is a rare item in here. You, a young boy, have never seen it before."

Li Weiguo became more and more curious: "Grandpa, please let me take a look first. If it is as good as you said, I will send you the food immediately."

The old man turned his head away and said, "No, don't talk about anything until you see the food."

Li Weiguo gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, old man, you wait here, I'll go get the food."

After saying that, Li Weiguo turned and left.

The old man didn't expect Li Weiguo to actually turn around to get the food. He looked at his back and smiled: "You little brat, I'm starving these days, and you have food. You're really teasing me!"

Li Weiguo was filled with anger, thinking: "These old men discriminate against me just because I am young.

I just don't believe it today and I must exchange the old man's things.

Isn’t it just white flour, mixed flour and rice? I have plenty of them! ”

He walked into the dark, found an empty corner, looked around cautiously, and after confirming that no one was there, he took out 20 kilograms of rice from his invincible storage space.

It’s not that he doesn’t have white flour or whole-grain flour, but he thinks they are too heavy.

He was full of curiosity and wanted to see what treasure was hidden in the old man's box!

"Stinky old man, if you don't let me see it this time, I will make you regret it!"

Li Weiguo returned to the old man's stall carrying 20 kilograms of rice.

Without saying anything, he grabbed a handful of rice and shook it in front of the old man: "Old man, take a look at this quality of rice. Can I exchange 20 kilograms with you?"

The old man was stunned at first, then he took advantage of the light from the flashlight in Li Weiguo's hand and snatched the rice away.

When he clearly saw the white rice in his hand, his eyes instantly widened, his mouth opened wide, and the disbelief on his face instantly turned into extreme excitement.

"Change! Change! As long as we have rice, everything is fine!"

The old man's voice trembled with excitement, and he held the rice tightly in both hands, as if he was afraid that it would disappear out of thin air.

"Young man, you are really my savior!" The old man said as he hurriedly opened the box in front of him, "Quick, take a look, this thing is definitely good!"

Li Weiguo laughed secretly in his heart, you old man, are you convinced now?

Seeing the old man's excitement, Li Weiguo's depressed mood was relieved a little.

He couldn't wait to look inside the box, and saw a large, exquisite porcelain plate with a magpie on a plum tree lying quietly inside.

This porcelain plate is about thirty centimeters in diameter, with rounded and smooth edges, as if it had been carefully polished over the years.

The base color of the porcelain plate is as smooth as jade and as white as snow.

The picture of a magpie climbing a plum tree is so lifelike that it seems as if it will fly out of the plate in the next second.

The plum blossoms are either in bud or in full bloom, their petals are pink and delicate, with fine and clear textures, and there seems to be a faint fragrance wafting out from the plate.

The branches are vigorous and powerful, twisting and winding, just like the calligraphy of a great calligrapher.

And those magpies were extremely agile, with shiny black feathers and sharp and lively eyes.

Some of them perch on the branches and sing happily, while others flap their wings and are ready to fly, as if to spread the auspicious sound to all directions.

Their claws grasped the branches tightly, as if they could feel the slightest vibration.

The whole picture is exquisitely laid out, with plum blossoms and magpies complementing each other in harmony and beauty.

The colors are used just right, with appropriate shades and natural transitions.

Every line is smooth and graceful, outlining not only a painting, but also a yearning and blessing for a better life.

At first glance, Li Weiguo was deeply attracted by the exquisite porcelain plate. He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, wanting to touch the delicate picture.

"Be careful!" The old man's exclamation made him stop.

"Young man, this is a precious item, don't break it easily." The old man's tone was full of tension and concern.

Li Weiguo quickly retracted his hand and smiled embarrassedly: "Grandpa, this thing is so beautiful. I have never seen such a good thing."

The old man laughed proudly: "Of course, this is my most precious treasure. If I had no other choice, I would not be willing to take it out to exchange for food."