antique masters in modern times
Chapter 4
With the help of the enthusiastic Uncle Chang, the work went smoothly beyond imagination.In addition, the original grades of Yanyou were good. When the unit leader heard that he was admitted to the university, he immediately decided to let him report, and agreed to a monthly salary of 30 yuan.
However, after more than two days of work, he went to the ironworks to complete the induction procedures and got the key to the dormitory.
"Yanzi, everything has been moved in for you." Uncle Chang's youngest son, Chang Hongsheng, came to help move.He was only 17 years old, but his figure was taller than an adult man. He carried three bags of things and climbed dozens of stairs, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.
"Thanks, I'll treat you to eat sheep and scorpions when I get my salary." Yan You vigorously wiped off a stain on the glass window, and smiled back at him in the midst of his busy schedule.
Chang Hongsheng liked to eat when he was a child, even if he was given a corn bun, he could eat it with relish.Hearing this, he took a sip of his saliva and said, "It's comfortable to eat sheep and scorpion pot in winter. After you settle down, let your grandma make a stewed pig's top. I'll go home and get some of the medicinal wine made by the old man. My brothers A sip of wine and a sip of meat, it’s delicious.”
Chang Hongsheng was often beaten by his father because of his greedy mouth. It happened that his grandfather worked as a waiter before liberation, and he used waiter terms when talking about dishes, and taught these terms to his grandson.Later, Chang Hongsheng became more learned, and used his grandfather's words when talking about food. His father couldn't understand him, so he saved a lot of beatings.
The so-called pig top is the head of a pig.Grandma Luo is very good at cooking. Even a bowl of millet porridge can be cooked deliciously and attractively.Chang Hongsheng and Yuan Yanyou played together since they were young, and they had a lot of meals at Yan's house, especially the lo mei cooked by grandma.
Among Yan You's friends back then, there were also some simple-minded, straightforward and righteous people like Chang Hongsheng. Now he felt a little reunited after a long absence, and he felt a little closer in his heart, and said with a smile: "Okay, but you have to wait for me to get rid of the pot." The stove is ready."
When the shed fell, it smashed the two pots in the house.You can make a living by cooking porridge, but if you want to cook, you have to buy it separately.
Chang Hongsheng said: "This is an iron smelting plant, maybe some prodigal sons sell good things as scrap iron. If you encounter them, pick a few and make them live!"
Yanyou is a bit of a clean freak, and he can make do with poorly dressed clothes, but he absolutely refuses to be sloppy with the things he imports.Although he knew that everyone was poor these days, and there were many people who went out to pick up broken pieces, mend them, and take them home for use, but he couldn't do it himself, and it was inconvenient to refute Chang Hongsheng's words.He smiled at the moment and said, "I'll keep an eye on it."
Unexpectedly, when it came to eating, Chang Hongsheng was extremely enthusiastic: "I've finished moving everything, and I'm clumsy and can't do housework. You are busy with your work first, and I will help you ask if the scrap iron in the factory can be taken out. Take it." Said and ran out quickly.
"...This person." Yan You laughed and shook his head.Xin said that since he was so enthusiastic, let him take him around on weekends to see what changes there are in the city.
After cleaning the windows and mopping the floor, Yanyou was about to pour out the dirty water when he saw Chang Hongsheng bringing someone in with a smile.Recognizing that it was Lao Zhang, the director who was in charge of him, Yan You greeted: "Director Zhang, please sit down, I'll make tea."
"No, no, no. See if you've finished cleaning here?" Director Zhang looked around the room, saw that it was quite different from the cobwebs and scraps of paper everywhere before, and the crumbling bed cabinets, tables and chairs were all polished to shine, so he said with a smile : "You are very diligent, not bad. Just now I heard from your friend that you want to buy scrap iron? If the workers in the factory want to buy it, they are all weighed according to the original price, and they will be deducted from their wages at the end of the month. What do you choose at that time? Register Just sign and take it away."
"Thank you, Director Zhang." Yan You had been making a living in the crowded antique shop at a young age, and he was very good at distinguishing appearances and colors.Looking at Director Zhang, he seemed to have something to say.Besides work, what else could he ask a new employee about?Then he said: "I have nothing to do here, Director Zhang, if you are free, can you show me the work?"
Director Zhang was about to talk about this, but when he saw Yan You speak first, he felt even more clever: "You have a bright future. Come on, come with me to the workshop first."
Yanyou thought he was going to visit the factory building, but Director Zhang led him to a room with a size of hundreds of square meters, pointed to piles of rubbish and said, "You will work here in the future, and the iron that can be smelted Come out and put it in this room, and throw the unmovable dregs into the room on the right. Take a look first, and tell me what tools you think are missing. Specifically, how to sort them, and when you officially go to work tomorrow, someone will teach you.”
Yan Youyi walked a few steps forward, and saw everything in the dilapidated mountain: squashed gasoline barrels, twisted wires, nails gathered together by magnets...all kinds of strange things.
He was already mentally prepared to endure hardship, so he was not surprised. He just reached out and pulled out a few small pieces on the surface, wanting to see what else was underneath.
Not wanting to look at it, his sight suddenly froze—a few oblate, dark, inconspicuous, iron bump-like things were thrown into the pot with the mouth pierced through the bottom.But he had an intuition that it was not scrap iron, but an old object with a background!
——Obviously only looking at the outline, why do you have such an idea in your heart?
Confused, Yan You couldn't help reaching out to pick up the handle of the pot, pulled it out vigorously, picked up a flat iron and weighed it in his palm to check.
There were at least a thousand pieces of gold and stone ancient utensils that passed through his hands. As soon as he held them in his hand, he immediately felt that the specific gravity was wrong.I scraped off a little bit of rust with my fingernails, exposing the yellow base underneath, and immediately came to a conclusion: it really is a copper ware.Judging from the shape and appearance, it is still a bronze mirror.
After fiddling with the other pieces, Yan You found that they were all bronze mirrors.
Among the gold and stones, the bell and tripod are the most valuable, and the bronze mirror is an everyday item, so its value is not very high in comparison.Unless it is used by celebrities, few people collect it.However, since the late Qingshun Dynasty, folks have become popular to use old bronze mirrors to guard houses to drive away evil spirits. There is a saying that the older the bronze mirrors, the better they can suppress evil spirits.As a result, the value of the originally inconspicuous bronze mirror has increased dozens of times overnight.
This habit seems to have been passed down to modern times. Several of the houses next to the sheds have glass mirrors on the eaves of the doors.Knowing the details, Yan You thought that there should be a certain market for these bronze mirrors, it is better to collect them first and use them as the first batch of goods to go to the ghost market to ask for directions.
Although he found a good thing, Yan You was a little strange: Although he seldom failed to identify antiques, he still needed to inspect them carefully. How could he see the clues just by taking a casual glance today?Could it be possible to improve eyesight after being resurrected from the dead?
It was strange, but there were two people standing next to him watching eagerly. He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to put it down for the time being and get down to business first.
Picking up the five bronze mirrors in his hand, Yanyou said to Director Zhang, "Director, I want this. Where can I get the scale?"
Without waiting for Director Zhang to speak, Chang Hongsheng, who followed all the way, said strangely: "Yanzi, why do you want this thing?"
"The portion is just right, give it to my grandma to press the pickle pot." Yan You didn't want to tell others about his plan for the time being, so he made up an excuse.
As expected, Chang Hongsheng, a foodie, stopped asking, and made up his own reasoning: "I heard from my grandfather that the famous chefs in the past had their own secrets. Your grandma's dishes are delicious, is it because of these particularities?"
Director Zhang, who was a bit strange at first, also believed it, and said cheerfully: "Is it really so magical? Xiaoyan, you have to taste the pickles when they are ready."
"Definitely, definitely." Yan Youxin said, before opening, someone was thinking about carve up.
That night, Yanyou closed his clothes on the bed and lay down.Waiting patiently behind the curtain, Grandma Luo's breathing became long, apparently she was fast asleep, then she got up, quietly pushed open the half-covered door and walked out.
After observing the past few days, he knew that the law and order in this era is very good, because everyone is poor and there is nothing to steal.He closed the door without hesitation, picked up the cloth bag placed at the door, and left the dormitory area, heading for the ghost market.
Although the route has been inquired about for a long time, the road has changed too much over the past few decades.He went back and forth a lot, and it took him more than two hours to find the ghost market.
Seeing that whispering place with many people in the distance, he couldn't help but have the illusion of going back in time, as if the experiences of the past few days were all a big dream, as long as he walked through this familiar crowd, he could return to old times.
But this is just an illusion.Compared with that year, the ghost market has changed a lot.Almost every stall owner brought lighting tools such as torches and gasoline lamps. People bargained in low voices, and there was even a stall selling fruit stuffed pastries next to them, which exuded the fragrance of oil.There is no such sneaky and gloomy feeling before.
Yan You picked a corner where no one was around, put the bronze mirror in his pocket on the ground, and waited for the guests to come.
Although the ghost market has changed a lot, the rule that you can't shout has not changed.The night is quiet, and the slightest movement can be heard far away. Many of the things sold here are of unknown origin. If people from the official family are recruited, it will be a big trouble.
With the help of the dim light, Yanyou looked around calmly.He soon discovered that the most popular items at the ghost market were no longer just antiques, but people were also interested in clothes, American cans, aluminum lunch boxes and other limited supply items in the store.
After more than an hour, several antique stalls in the surrounding area had transactions, but Yanyou's place was deserted and deserted, and no one cared about it.
However, this result was as far as he expected: he had too few things, and ancient mirrors were not as popular as fingers and porcelain plates.He came here today just to check the situation. He calculated that it was almost dawn, and just as he was about to pack up the mirror and leave, someone suddenly squatted down in front of his booth: "Little brother, what year is this bronze mirror from?"
There was light in the darkness, Yan You couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, he could only judge from the outline that he was a fat man in a suit.Opening a good relationship, although this person is a layman, Yan You did not lie, and said truthfully: "Things from the late Qing Dynasty."
"Are there any older ones?"
"No."
The fat man seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking, "How do you sell it?"
"Ten yuan a side." The five bronze mirrors cost over two kilograms, and the "ex-factory price" of Yanyou was [-] cents.But he is not guilty of calling this price. Antiques, it is common to miss buying low and selling high, and calling higher is to leave room for bargaining.
"Give me this bag too." Fatty didn't counter-offer, counting five cards of Great Unity and handing them over readily.
Yan You didn't expect him to be so happy, so he was a little embarrassed: "Then you go slowly."
"Be careful on the way home." The fat man said with a smile.
After the guests disappeared into the night, Yan You walked back through the crowd.After walking a few steps, he touched the stack of banknotes in his pocket again. Xindao Iron Works is a good place to pick up leaks, so there is no need to worry about the supply of goods for the time being.If he is lucky like this every day, it won't be long before he can save enough money to rebuild the house.
Successfully earning the first pot of gold, Yan You was in high spirits and didn't feel tired after a night of sleepless nights.The next day, when he was learning to sort scrap iron with the master in the factory, Director Zhang suddenly came over again, saying that someone had called the office and asked him by name.
In this day and age, telephones are a rarity.A few decades ago, only a few people could get in touch.Yan You, who had never touched a phone before, picked up the receiver curiously and suspiciously. After asking, he found out that it was the staff of the guest house who contacted him, saying that a bundle of textbooks had been left in the room, and asked him to go and get it quickly.
"This Chang Hongsheng, yesterday he patted his chest and said that everything was ready." After hanging up the phone, Yanyou shook his head helplessly.
During his lunch break, he found the hostel, took the bundle of high school textbooks and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a person out of the corner of his eye. After a closer look, he was stunned: the fat man with a sad face who just walked into the gate was the one who bought it from him yesterday. The guy in the bronze mirror?It was he who was watching TV in the room that day.
However, after more than two days of work, he went to the ironworks to complete the induction procedures and got the key to the dormitory.
"Yanzi, everything has been moved in for you." Uncle Chang's youngest son, Chang Hongsheng, came to help move.He was only 17 years old, but his figure was taller than an adult man. He carried three bags of things and climbed dozens of stairs, his face was not red and his heart was not beating.
"Thanks, I'll treat you to eat sheep and scorpions when I get my salary." Yan You vigorously wiped off a stain on the glass window, and smiled back at him in the midst of his busy schedule.
Chang Hongsheng liked to eat when he was a child, even if he was given a corn bun, he could eat it with relish.Hearing this, he took a sip of his saliva and said, "It's comfortable to eat sheep and scorpion pot in winter. After you settle down, let your grandma make a stewed pig's top. I'll go home and get some of the medicinal wine made by the old man. My brothers A sip of wine and a sip of meat, it’s delicious.”
Chang Hongsheng was often beaten by his father because of his greedy mouth. It happened that his grandfather worked as a waiter before liberation, and he used waiter terms when talking about dishes, and taught these terms to his grandson.Later, Chang Hongsheng became more learned, and used his grandfather's words when talking about food. His father couldn't understand him, so he saved a lot of beatings.
The so-called pig top is the head of a pig.Grandma Luo is very good at cooking. Even a bowl of millet porridge can be cooked deliciously and attractively.Chang Hongsheng and Yuan Yanyou played together since they were young, and they had a lot of meals at Yan's house, especially the lo mei cooked by grandma.
Among Yan You's friends back then, there were also some simple-minded, straightforward and righteous people like Chang Hongsheng. Now he felt a little reunited after a long absence, and he felt a little closer in his heart, and said with a smile: "Okay, but you have to wait for me to get rid of the pot." The stove is ready."
When the shed fell, it smashed the two pots in the house.You can make a living by cooking porridge, but if you want to cook, you have to buy it separately.
Chang Hongsheng said: "This is an iron smelting plant, maybe some prodigal sons sell good things as scrap iron. If you encounter them, pick a few and make them live!"
Yanyou is a bit of a clean freak, and he can make do with poorly dressed clothes, but he absolutely refuses to be sloppy with the things he imports.Although he knew that everyone was poor these days, and there were many people who went out to pick up broken pieces, mend them, and take them home for use, but he couldn't do it himself, and it was inconvenient to refute Chang Hongsheng's words.He smiled at the moment and said, "I'll keep an eye on it."
Unexpectedly, when it came to eating, Chang Hongsheng was extremely enthusiastic: "I've finished moving everything, and I'm clumsy and can't do housework. You are busy with your work first, and I will help you ask if the scrap iron in the factory can be taken out. Take it." Said and ran out quickly.
"...This person." Yan You laughed and shook his head.Xin said that since he was so enthusiastic, let him take him around on weekends to see what changes there are in the city.
After cleaning the windows and mopping the floor, Yanyou was about to pour out the dirty water when he saw Chang Hongsheng bringing someone in with a smile.Recognizing that it was Lao Zhang, the director who was in charge of him, Yan You greeted: "Director Zhang, please sit down, I'll make tea."
"No, no, no. See if you've finished cleaning here?" Director Zhang looked around the room, saw that it was quite different from the cobwebs and scraps of paper everywhere before, and the crumbling bed cabinets, tables and chairs were all polished to shine, so he said with a smile : "You are very diligent, not bad. Just now I heard from your friend that you want to buy scrap iron? If the workers in the factory want to buy it, they are all weighed according to the original price, and they will be deducted from their wages at the end of the month. What do you choose at that time? Register Just sign and take it away."
"Thank you, Director Zhang." Yan You had been making a living in the crowded antique shop at a young age, and he was very good at distinguishing appearances and colors.Looking at Director Zhang, he seemed to have something to say.Besides work, what else could he ask a new employee about?Then he said: "I have nothing to do here, Director Zhang, if you are free, can you show me the work?"
Director Zhang was about to talk about this, but when he saw Yan You speak first, he felt even more clever: "You have a bright future. Come on, come with me to the workshop first."
Yanyou thought he was going to visit the factory building, but Director Zhang led him to a room with a size of hundreds of square meters, pointed to piles of rubbish and said, "You will work here in the future, and the iron that can be smelted Come out and put it in this room, and throw the unmovable dregs into the room on the right. Take a look first, and tell me what tools you think are missing. Specifically, how to sort them, and when you officially go to work tomorrow, someone will teach you.”
Yan Youyi walked a few steps forward, and saw everything in the dilapidated mountain: squashed gasoline barrels, twisted wires, nails gathered together by magnets...all kinds of strange things.
He was already mentally prepared to endure hardship, so he was not surprised. He just reached out and pulled out a few small pieces on the surface, wanting to see what else was underneath.
Not wanting to look at it, his sight suddenly froze—a few oblate, dark, inconspicuous, iron bump-like things were thrown into the pot with the mouth pierced through the bottom.But he had an intuition that it was not scrap iron, but an old object with a background!
——Obviously only looking at the outline, why do you have such an idea in your heart?
Confused, Yan You couldn't help reaching out to pick up the handle of the pot, pulled it out vigorously, picked up a flat iron and weighed it in his palm to check.
There were at least a thousand pieces of gold and stone ancient utensils that passed through his hands. As soon as he held them in his hand, he immediately felt that the specific gravity was wrong.I scraped off a little bit of rust with my fingernails, exposing the yellow base underneath, and immediately came to a conclusion: it really is a copper ware.Judging from the shape and appearance, it is still a bronze mirror.
After fiddling with the other pieces, Yan You found that they were all bronze mirrors.
Among the gold and stones, the bell and tripod are the most valuable, and the bronze mirror is an everyday item, so its value is not very high in comparison.Unless it is used by celebrities, few people collect it.However, since the late Qingshun Dynasty, folks have become popular to use old bronze mirrors to guard houses to drive away evil spirits. There is a saying that the older the bronze mirrors, the better they can suppress evil spirits.As a result, the value of the originally inconspicuous bronze mirror has increased dozens of times overnight.
This habit seems to have been passed down to modern times. Several of the houses next to the sheds have glass mirrors on the eaves of the doors.Knowing the details, Yan You thought that there should be a certain market for these bronze mirrors, it is better to collect them first and use them as the first batch of goods to go to the ghost market to ask for directions.
Although he found a good thing, Yan You was a little strange: Although he seldom failed to identify antiques, he still needed to inspect them carefully. How could he see the clues just by taking a casual glance today?Could it be possible to improve eyesight after being resurrected from the dead?
It was strange, but there were two people standing next to him watching eagerly. He couldn't figure it out for a while, so he had to put it down for the time being and get down to business first.
Picking up the five bronze mirrors in his hand, Yanyou said to Director Zhang, "Director, I want this. Where can I get the scale?"
Without waiting for Director Zhang to speak, Chang Hongsheng, who followed all the way, said strangely: "Yanzi, why do you want this thing?"
"The portion is just right, give it to my grandma to press the pickle pot." Yan You didn't want to tell others about his plan for the time being, so he made up an excuse.
As expected, Chang Hongsheng, a foodie, stopped asking, and made up his own reasoning: "I heard from my grandfather that the famous chefs in the past had their own secrets. Your grandma's dishes are delicious, is it because of these particularities?"
Director Zhang, who was a bit strange at first, also believed it, and said cheerfully: "Is it really so magical? Xiaoyan, you have to taste the pickles when they are ready."
"Definitely, definitely." Yan Youxin said, before opening, someone was thinking about carve up.
That night, Yanyou closed his clothes on the bed and lay down.Waiting patiently behind the curtain, Grandma Luo's breathing became long, apparently she was fast asleep, then she got up, quietly pushed open the half-covered door and walked out.
After observing the past few days, he knew that the law and order in this era is very good, because everyone is poor and there is nothing to steal.He closed the door without hesitation, picked up the cloth bag placed at the door, and left the dormitory area, heading for the ghost market.
Although the route has been inquired about for a long time, the road has changed too much over the past few decades.He went back and forth a lot, and it took him more than two hours to find the ghost market.
Seeing that whispering place with many people in the distance, he couldn't help but have the illusion of going back in time, as if the experiences of the past few days were all a big dream, as long as he walked through this familiar crowd, he could return to old times.
But this is just an illusion.Compared with that year, the ghost market has changed a lot.Almost every stall owner brought lighting tools such as torches and gasoline lamps. People bargained in low voices, and there was even a stall selling fruit stuffed pastries next to them, which exuded the fragrance of oil.There is no such sneaky and gloomy feeling before.
Yan You picked a corner where no one was around, put the bronze mirror in his pocket on the ground, and waited for the guests to come.
Although the ghost market has changed a lot, the rule that you can't shout has not changed.The night is quiet, and the slightest movement can be heard far away. Many of the things sold here are of unknown origin. If people from the official family are recruited, it will be a big trouble.
With the help of the dim light, Yanyou looked around calmly.He soon discovered that the most popular items at the ghost market were no longer just antiques, but people were also interested in clothes, American cans, aluminum lunch boxes and other limited supply items in the store.
After more than an hour, several antique stalls in the surrounding area had transactions, but Yanyou's place was deserted and deserted, and no one cared about it.
However, this result was as far as he expected: he had too few things, and ancient mirrors were not as popular as fingers and porcelain plates.He came here today just to check the situation. He calculated that it was almost dawn, and just as he was about to pack up the mirror and leave, someone suddenly squatted down in front of his booth: "Little brother, what year is this bronze mirror from?"
There was light in the darkness, Yan You couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, he could only judge from the outline that he was a fat man in a suit.Opening a good relationship, although this person is a layman, Yan You did not lie, and said truthfully: "Things from the late Qing Dynasty."
"Are there any older ones?"
"No."
The fat man seemed to hesitate for a moment before asking, "How do you sell it?"
"Ten yuan a side." The five bronze mirrors cost over two kilograms, and the "ex-factory price" of Yanyou was [-] cents.But he is not guilty of calling this price. Antiques, it is common to miss buying low and selling high, and calling higher is to leave room for bargaining.
"Give me this bag too." Fatty didn't counter-offer, counting five cards of Great Unity and handing them over readily.
Yan You didn't expect him to be so happy, so he was a little embarrassed: "Then you go slowly."
"Be careful on the way home." The fat man said with a smile.
After the guests disappeared into the night, Yan You walked back through the crowd.After walking a few steps, he touched the stack of banknotes in his pocket again. Xindao Iron Works is a good place to pick up leaks, so there is no need to worry about the supply of goods for the time being.If he is lucky like this every day, it won't be long before he can save enough money to rebuild the house.
Successfully earning the first pot of gold, Yan You was in high spirits and didn't feel tired after a night of sleepless nights.The next day, when he was learning to sort scrap iron with the master in the factory, Director Zhang suddenly came over again, saying that someone had called the office and asked him by name.
In this day and age, telephones are a rarity.A few decades ago, only a few people could get in touch.Yan You, who had never touched a phone before, picked up the receiver curiously and suspiciously. After asking, he found out that it was the staff of the guest house who contacted him, saying that a bundle of textbooks had been left in the room, and asked him to go and get it quickly.
"This Chang Hongsheng, yesterday he patted his chest and said that everything was ready." After hanging up the phone, Yanyou shook his head helplessly.
During his lunch break, he found the hostel, took the bundle of high school textbooks and was about to leave when he caught a glimpse of a person out of the corner of his eye. After a closer look, he was stunned: the fat man with a sad face who just walked into the gate was the one who bought it from him yesterday. The guy in the bronze mirror?It was he who was watching TV in the room that day.
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