Happy Tycoon

Seeing his grandfather's "I want to eat" expression, Yang Jing had a clever move, opened his backpack, looked in it, and took the Yudian inkstone he had bought from Huang Benchu ​​at Alfie Market in London. The inside-painted snuff bottle and the brush given by the old yellow were taken out and placed in front of grandpa.

These three things were shocking when they passed the security check. The security personnel at Heathrow Airport saw these three things, but unfortunately they didn’t understand China’s antiques. "Artwork" was fooled.

　　 Sure enough, when Grandpa and three old objects appeared in front of Grandpa's eyes, Grandpa's originally haunting eyes suddenly lit up.

Grandpa reached out and picked up the inner painting pot, turned over and looked at it, then raised his head and said in surprise: "This pot is not bad. It should be an old object from the late Qing Dynasty, depending on the workmanship and patina, but it's not from a master. But it’s rare to be able to save it so well."

　　 Hearing the old man say this, Yang Jing and the old uncle looked at each other in surprise, and the old uncle eagerly asked: "Dad, do you still recognize these things?"

　　 Grandpa glanced at his son very disdainfully, and said angrily: "Why can't I recognize Laozi? Are you stupid as Laozi?" His attitude and tone didn't seem like a patient whose brain tissue had been traumatized.

The old man said, put down the inner painting pot, and picked up the end inkstone of Yudian style. After rubbing it for a while, he nodded in satisfaction and said, "This is a good inkstone! Yu Dian's inscription, the material of Mazikeng. At the very least, this inkstone is worth seven to eighty thousand yuan! Let it go for a while, and this inkstone can appreciate in value, and it has more potential than that snuff bottle!"

　　 Yang Jing was really happy when he heard this. These three things belong to him, and of course he knows the value of these three things. Although this Duan inkstone of Yudian style was not as valuable as the inner painting pot when I bought it, everyone knows that with the current appreciation of domestic miscellaneous antiques, the value of this Duan inkstone will definitely far exceed that of the inner painting pot in less than five years.

　　 Just now, the old man said that this piece of inkstone is worth seven or eighty thousand, and that must have happened seven or eight years ago. At that time, the old man hadn't gotten sick, so the value of this piece of inkstone can naturally be seen at a glance. During the seven years when the old man was sick, he certainly didn't know the price trend of domestic antiques, but he was able to accurately tell the price of seven or eight years ago, which just proved that the old man still has the memory of before he got sick.

　　 In the words of my grandmother, my grandpa’s three favorite things in his life are cats, fishing, and antiques.

　　 I won’t talk about hitting a cat. As long as the weather permits, my grandpa will go out every weekend. The reason why my grandfather’s body was so good before has a great relationship with the cat-catching once a week. After all, every time I go out, it takes nearly 70 kilometers to ride a bicycle back and forth, and sometimes it can reach a length of 100 kilometers. . Coupled with the fact that grandpa hits the cat when he gets to the ground, the amount of activity that comes down this day is quite large.

Grandpa learned to fish after he retired. As long as he doesn’t go out to hunt cats or go to the antique market, he can spend five hours a day on the banks of the Beijing-Hangzhou Grand Canal in the east, regardless of wind or rain. , The end is rain or shine.

　　 As for playing antiques, let alone. Grandpa's ancestral home is from the capital of Yanjing, and it is said that the conditions of grandpa's ancestors are still good. Therefore, the grandfather who was born before liberation, when he was very young, he followed his family to the roots of the Xihuangcheng, outside Chaoyangmen, Beixiao City outside Deshengmen, Xixiao City at Xuanwumen, and Dongxiao City outside Chongwenmen. Wandering around, the eight ghost towns in the Forty-Nine City, Grandpas have been around, I don’t know how many times...

　　 Later, after serving as a soldier, changing jobs and taking part in work, he was silent for a long time. Until a spontaneous ghost market appeared again in Tianqu City in the early 1980s, my grandfather resumed his old career.

The earliest ghost market in Tianqu City was located in Diling Village in the northeast corner of the city. At that time, the ghost market opened on the days with the fifth and the tenth of the lunar calendar. This day was also the day when Diling Village went to the big fair. Six days a month.

　　 Later, when the antique market in Yandiankou, which was close to home, rose up, my grandfather had retired, and sometimes it was time. Therefore, whenever the antique market opened, my grandpa would stay there, from the opening to the end.

　　 These things were told by Yang Jing's grandfather himself when he was young, and when Yang Jing was young, his grandfather often carried him to the antique market. This is the fundamental reason why Yang Jing likes antiques so much.

　　 Obviously, grandpa, who is almost indistinguishable from Alzheimer’s now, still remembers the things he played with antiques before, and he still remembers quite clearly, otherwise his old man would not have explained the doorways in it so clearly.

　　 The old uncle is also happy, and all the posterior molars of Le can be seen.

　　 Grandpa didn't care where the two of them were silly. They fiddled with the inkstone for a while, then picked up the inner painting pot and looked at it carefully, seemingly contemptuous.

　　 The old uncle winked at Yang Jing, and the father and son went to the next room.

　　 The old uncle smiled and said, "You guys are fine, I will solve a big problem for your uncle this time!"

　　 said, the old uncle sat down on the bed and looked very happy. "Your grandfather has become more lazy to move in the past two years. This old man ate more and slept a lot. Now he weighs more than me. This is not a good thing, so I have been thinking about letting you What can grandpa do normally? But there is no good way to do it."

"Your grandpa has this physique. Even if I drive him out to hit a cat, he can't run. As for fishing, let's not mention it. What if your grandpa plunges into the river? So these two years have made me feel bad."

"I'm fine now, and finally found a good way. It seems that your grandpa still hasn't let go of the antiques, so if I take your grandpa to the antique market, I guess there is no need for me to say there, the old man himself will have to go around a few more times. lock up."

　　Yang Jing smiled and said: "Well, this is a good way! Old uncle, now I have nothing to do. When the antique market opens, I can also take my grandfather to the antique market."

The old uncle shook his head and said, "You don't have so much time. Even though you graduated, you still have to look for a job. When you go to work in the future, you just want to take your grandfather and you don't have that time... .Oh, forget it, let me do this! Anyway, your mother is now retired. When I take your grandfather out, your mother and your aunt can come and take care of your grandma."

　　 Yang Jing looked at the old uncle with emotion in her heart.

　　 This old uncle is worthy of being a mother-in-law, so I definitely didn't say anything to myself. Apart from grandpa and grandmother, my uncle has loved me most since childhood. When I was young, I wanted something, but my parents didn’t buy it. My uncle usually bought it back secretly...

　　 In my memory, the old uncle when he was young was definitely a very handsome and handsome man, but now, he has really become a fat uncle in his forties. Moreover, in order to take care of grandparents, the company that had a good business can no longer be maintained.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing took out a rural credit cooperative card from his pocket and handed it to the old uncle and said: "Old uncle, don't think about my work. I already know how to take the road in the future. , You take this card first, and there is some money in it for you to use it. This is your nephew's respect for you."

　　PS: Today, Lao Mo, I am a little annoyed! Really, really annoying! Writing this book, I think I have worked very hard, writing hard, checking information, and replying to my brothers and sisters' posts. But what?

　　 As soon as I opened the page of the book today, I found that the evaluation of the book turned out to be only a poor 7 points! To be honest, at that moment, I really didn't want to write it down!

　　Lao Mo, why are my hard-working codewords? It's not the manuscript fee, but the love of the book friends. The book friends who followed Lao Mo from the book "Invincible Tank" should know that Lao Mo is not a full-time writer, and I still have my own job. I started writing books purely for hobbies, but I didn’t expect to write things. There were so many people who liked it, so Lao Mo decided to keep writing until the book friends didn't like it or I couldn't write.

　　 Therefore, I carefully conceive and write each book.

　　 The last edition of "The Grand Master Superstar" was a bit fluttering, but Lao Mo, I am not discouraged, at least there are more than 20,000 book friends to support it. So I have been more attentive to this book. From the idea to the outline to the main text, Lao Mo, I have been working very hard and meticulously to write, but now what is the exchange?

　　 A score of 7.0 makes me feel refreshed! Is it because the book friends no longer like Lao Mo? But seeing the number of more than 10,000 collections in the backstage, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I feel relieved, at least there are so many brothers and sisters who like my books. But why is this poor score?

　　 I don’t know who is doing the trick. If you are doing the trick, why not rate this book as 0? Get a score that is neither high nor low, is your sister's wickedness not wicked? Did I recruit or mess with you? If you don't like this book, click the cross in the upper right corner of your browser. No one is stopping you, but you are doing these things dry?

　　 The old book friends who came with Lao Mo should understand that Lao Mo's writing is a slow-hot type. You made me so passionate and enthusiastic at the beginning. I can't write it. That's not my style. Some people say water, some say slow, but what I want to say is, this is not water, it's just that I want to write what I want to say. I am the author, and I have the power to turn the things in my mind into words. Of course, you can also have the power not to read. But please don't insult me ​​in this way.

　　 Do you know how much we need to prepare and how much effort we need to write a handwritten book?

It takes half a year or even a year for just a conception, and then it takes one or two months to write an outline of seven to eighty thousand characters. Finally, the outline is written to determine the direction and content of a book. I have to set aside several hours a day to write the text. Those book friends who talk about water and slow talk, please think about how many authors’ efforts are behind a book, is it good? Please don't ruin my book in this way, is it good?

　　 Alas...Forget it, I don’t want to say more. I wanted to open a single chapter to talk about it, but I was afraid that it would affect the reading coherence of the book friends, so I made a few words at the end of this chapter. Well, capable brothers and sisters who like this book, please give this book a good comment. Lao Mo also wants this book to have a glorious good reputation...