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The man's home was near the antique market. The three of them followed him and turned left and right. They walked into a dilapidated alley, surrounded by chicken coops and garbage baskets. Kang Tianzhen looked back at the clean street outside the alley. Just a few steps away, this place is so dirty and messy.

"The city's planning is not good, and it only cares about whitewashing the peace outside." The man laughed and scolded the government, took out the key and opened a door, "Three little brothers, please come in."

As soon as he stepped through the door, Kang Tianzhen was even more surprised. Just now, he hated the mess outside, but he didn't expect that this person's home would become even more messy.

Hong Yang lit a cigarette, and the smoke diluted the musty smell in the room. He walked around the room with a cigarette in his mouth, and exchanged glances with Song Wenyuan.

There are three mahogany chairs scattered about in this room, none of which are real. On the table are two glazed red porcelains, imitated from Anhui, and there is a bronze four-goat square statue in the corner, which is the same as the one in the National Museum. ...

The man carefully took out a box from the cabinet, opened it, and took out a set of well-preserved ancient books, Hong Yang whistled, "Hey! "Book of Rites and Justice", judging by the way it is stored, it must be a Song edition book, right? "

"Southern Song Dynasty, Jianben," the man said seriously, "it was handed down from my ancestors, and it has been in my family's collection for at least 800 years. Look at these collection seals."

Song Wenyuan chuckled, "Then at least one of us must travel through time."

The man was stunned, "What?"

"Uncle," Song Wenyuan tapped the wooden box lightly with his fingers, and said lightly, "This is Yingsong, which was copied according to the model of the Song edition book, and the year is not older than Guangxu." He smiled and looked at the man, "You say It has been in your house for 800 years, what is it if it is not time travel?"

"Hey!" Seeing that the lie was exposed, the man sat on the pony saddle and sulked.

Song Wenyuan was not in a hurry to mock him, he sat calmly at the table and flipped through the Song version of "Book of Rites and Justice". Kang Tianzhen was bored and paced the room, looking inside and out curiously.

"Little brother," the man said, "Even if it is Yingsong, it is an antique from the Guangxu Dynasty. Look at the price..."

Song Wenyuan looked at him with a good temper, and asked with a smile, "How?"

"10 yuan," the man pushed the wooden box to his hand, "together with this nanmu box."

Song Wenyuan laughed, "Uncle, your box is made of camphor wood."

"Uh...no difference," the man waved his hand, "That's what it means, buy books and build boxes."

Hong Yang let out a chuckle, he finished his cigarette, lowered his head and took another cigarette, slowly rolled his eyes, narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "We don't bring people who bully children like this, only your book can do it." Is it worth 10 yuan? Don’t talk about building a box, even if you put yourself on it, it’s not worth it.”

The man chuckled, "It's better to build a box than me."

Hong Yang laughed, and handed the man a cigarette, "Uncle, we are just starting to do business, and we are really shy in our pockets. You really don't respect the old and love the young enough if you open your mouth like a lion."

"Then how much money do you think is suitable?"

Hong Yang and Song Wenyuan looked at each other and extended a slap.

The man was suspicious, "Fifty thousand?"

"...five thousand."

"Good guy! What about twenty times the price?" The man was furious, "You are not kind, even if you are a fledgling, you don't want to bargain like this."

Hong Yang yelled, "Then you should see how much money is suitable."

"fifty thousand."

Hong Yang patted Song Wenyuan on the shoulder, "Let's go, buddy, this old man still said we are not kind, in my opinion, he is the most dishonest one. Buy this for [-] yuan? I might as well save it for the real auctioneer Song edition."

Seeing that they were about to leave, the man quickly stopped them, and stretched out two fingers, "Twenty thousand, twenty thousand, if you give twenty thousand, take it away."

Song Wenyuan took out [-] cash from his backpack and threw it neatly on the table, "That's all, it's fine, it's okay, it's fine."

"!!!" The bright red banknotes flashed so that the man's dog's eyes were almost blinded. Such an intuitive stimulation made the man a little bit uncontrollable.

Song Wenyuan put "Book of Rites and Justice" into a wooden box, and said hello, "Naive, let's go."

"Wait," Kang Tianzhen frowned and looked at a mirror stand in the corner.

Song Wenyuan followed his gaze and found an elm throne-style mirror stand in the Qing Dynasty. There were a few old books piled up on the mirror stand, and a bamboo whip-shaped table was placed at the foot, covered with a thick layer of dust.

Kang Tianzhen raised his head and glanced at him, his eyes flashed with eager excitement, Song Wenyuan's heart trembled, he couldn't help but get serious, he turned around the mirror stage, wiped the dust with his hand, looked carefully for a while, and said lightly, " Made old ones." "Hehe," the man sneered, and he could see that although these three people were young, their eyesight was extraordinary, so he didn't lie to them, and said with a smile, "Although it's old-fashioned, it's fake. "

Kang Tianzhen couldn't hold back, "I'm talking about that..." "Is that the little one?" Hong Yang held him down and pointed to the height of the mirror stand, "Uncle, this little one has been around for quite a while right?"

The man's eyes flashed brightly, and he immediately gave a thumbs up and praised, "This little brother has good eyesight." He squatted down and dragged the little one out, and the dust flew all over the place. Kang Tianzhen covered his mouth and coughed twice, Song Wenyuan raised his hand to block it. Frowning in front of his face, "there is too much dust, please wipe it off." "Wait a moment, wait a moment," the man's eyes wandered, he picked up an old book on the mirror stand, tore off a page, and rudely He wiped the small table carefully, revealing the beautiful patterns, and immediately shouted in amazement, "Shadow wood! This is shadow wood! Three little brothers, I told you to pick up a big leak today!"

Hong Yang knelt down and touched the small table for a few minutes, sneered, "Shit Yingmu, uncle, are you feeding us medicine on purpose? If this is Yingmu, then Huanghuali will cry to death." "What do you say?" Song Wenyuan asked, "Do you see what kind of wood it is?" "This is the most common miscellaneous wood furniture among the people," Hong Yang said with a look of disgust, "It should be made of birch, but it looks like an old thing, and the shape is quite unique. Yes, it has a little collection value."

The man stroked the little table with trembling hands, and his face was full of melancholy, "Although it is not a good wood, it means a lot to me, and it is the most beloved thing in my heart in this family." "He looked up at the crowd, with tears in his eyes, "this is my mother's dowry back then."

Kang Tianzhen tugged at Song Wenyuan's sleeve, and whispered, "He seems to be crying." "No, I'm not crying, it's my memory of my mother." This small table reminds me of my mother holding me sitting on this small table and breastfeeding me when I was young."

Kang Tianzhen was in awe, and said with admiration, "You are so amazing, you can even remember when you were breastfeeding." "...cough, cough, as time goes by, the memory is always a bit biased," the man said embarrassingly. Cleared his throat, "In short, this small table is a very old and rare antique worth collecting..."

Song Wenyuan interrupted him, "Let's make an offer." "Eighty thousand!" The man gestured with his fingers.

Song Wenyuan looked at him with a smile, but didn't speak to him.

The man immediately changed his gesture, "Sixty thousand."

Song Wenyuan showed regret. "Sixty thousand is not expensive anymore," the man cried sadly, "this is an antique handed down in the family! It was left by my grandma's grandma. It has been passed down in an orderly manner, and it is a family heirloom!"

As he said that, tears flowed down his face. The emotion was so strong that it didn't look like he was selling antiques, but rather like being robbed.

Song Wenyuan said lightly, "Six thousand, you know what the price is like."

The man wiped away tears, "Eight thousand."

Song Wenyuan pondered for a while, discussed with Hong Yang for a while, and then knocked on the mirror stand, "Eight thousand is fine, but you have to put this mirror stand on." "Don't you think it's old?"

Song Wenyuan said indifferently, "Don't you also say that the fake is confusing the real?"

The man gave a thumbs up, "I didn't expect that little brother, you look like an honest person, but you are actually a profiteer in your bones. I admire, I admire. If you can seriously sell this guy, you will be really awesome."

Hong Yang squatted by the side and flipped through those old books, spat impatiently, "Why are there so many nonsense, what a waste of effort today, you don't have a single real thing here."

The man shyly said, "Didn't there be another Song edition book just now?" "You are Yingsong." Hong Yang stood up and threw the old book on the mirror stand, "I haven't finished reading these comic books yet, Let's go in."

The man rolled his eyes, "Then you have to give me another 200 yuan." "You can't say that," the man laughed. "Who has a grudge against money?"

Song Wenyuan didn't want to talk nonsense, so he paid the money, and the man scrambled to find a tricycle, put the mirror stand and the height table on it, and pulled it away all at once, passing by the pot cover noodle restaurant, the big lady waiter was leaning at the door cracking melon seeds , laughed loudly, "You really bought it?"

Song Wenyuan smiled, "There is nothing particularly valuable, these few are still worth collecting."

"Hey, it seems that you understand quite well," the waiter smiled, "It's good to understand. You left with him just now. I was really afraid of being fooled. Although he has a lot of good things from his ancestors, after all these years, he has also lost his mind." Lots of fakes."

"Thank you for reminding me, big sister," Song Wenyuan greeted a few words, and several people took the things to the hotel by tricycle.

After closing the door, Kang Tianzhen rushed forward immediately, took out one of several old books, and yelled, "Damn it, Yuanban, my dear grandpa..."

Song Wenyuan smiled, "Thanks to your good eyesight, the light in the room is so poor that you can read the Yuan version of the book."

"It's hard to come by," Hong Yang said excitedly, kicking the mirror stand and the high and low couple to the side, and leaned next to Kang Tianzhen, "Come on, show me again."

The three of them kept telling the old man that it was a family heirloom, and they didn't even look at the mirror stand and its height. They gathered around the old book and carefully admired it.

Song Wenyuan said with emotion, "The Yuan Dynasty existed for less than 100 years, and the Yuan version is no less rare than the Song version. What's more, it is a compilation of imperial examinations, which is very valuable for the study of Yuan Dynasty culture."

Hong Yang pinched Kang Tian's cheeks, "Thanks to Zhenzhen, you are really our mascot."

"Water???" Kang Tianzhen was furious.

"No no, you are auspicious, you are auspicious," Hong Yang complimented repeatedly.

"Xiang you uncle!"

"Stop making trouble," Song Wenyuan kicked Hong Yang away, "I told you earlier not to provoke people with your cheap talk."

"Hey hey," Hong Yang grinned happily, looking at the ancient books greedily, "The collection value of this "New Magazine Leiju Liju Three Anthology of Ancient Fu" is too high. Although there is only one volume left, it should be worth it. Many millions."

Kang Tianzhen hung on Song Wenyuan's body, "That uncle would cry if he knew, you two profiteers."

"We're just playing tricks," Hong Yang said confidently, "That old man just wanted to trick us into eyeballs." He kicked the guy up and down, "This rubbish thing is still my mother's dowry, it's really a big tooth to laugh at, you Take a knife to cut it open and see that it is made of wood chips, and 100 yuan is not worth it, so I have the nerve to call it [-]!"

Song Wenyuan teased Kang Tianzhen's soft chin, "If people don't offend me, I won't offend others."

Hong Yang then laughed and said, "If someone offends me, then don't blame me for offending the eighteen generations of his ancestors."

Kang Tianzhen's face was full of shock, "If I'm pure, I'm going to learn from you."