Pamper Eighties

The next day happened to be Tuesday. The Feng family set off at 5:00 in the morning and arrived at Wenchang North Road at exactly 5:30. The sky was not yet full, and the streets were already bustling with people.

"Hey, there are so many people." Madam Feng sighed and said to Mengmeng very vigilantly, "Come here Mengmeng, hold the hand of your grandparents, don't get lost."

The old couple put Mengmeng in the middle, grabbed the flashlight and walked to the street. The shops on both sides have not opened yet. In front of the doors of these shops, there is a long list of stalls and hawkers like a water table. , Selling old books and newspapers, badges of great men, various colorful bracelets, and some small wood and stone carvings.

There are the most bottles and cans in it, and some of them have dirt on their bodies and look dirty. Old Feng feels disgusted by looking at things like this too much.

She curled her lips and said, "As far as the virtues of these pots are concerned, they can't compare to what our family fished from the sea. Come on, let's go over there and take a look."

After walking for a long time, Mengmeng stopped in front of a small stall, her small mouth was open, and she said in surprise: "Wow, a lot of money, milk, I like this."

This stall is dedicated to selling ancient coins. There are piles of green and white coins, and Mrs. Feng's eyes are confused, so she asks the hawker, "Boss, how do you sell these coins?"

The boss was a middle-aged man in his forties who also came from out of town. He was impatient to entertain the elderly and children, so he moved his finger casually and said, "You are taking Yuan Datou, the pile next to it. It’s Yuan Xiaotou, sell them one by one, the big one is five yuan, and the small one is three yuan. The copper coins next to it are all one price, each copper plate is one yuan, you can choose.”

Madam Feng had never heard of Yuan Xiaotou and Yuan Datou. In order not to take advantage of her, she still asked carefully, "Boss, what's so important about these two heads? Why are they so expensive? Are you all true? ?"

The boss said very proudly: "Of course it's true, the silver coins of the Republic of China, if you pick up and blow it, if there is a sound, it's true. I'm all true."

Madam Feng actually picked up a silver coin and blew a breath on it, and immediately heard a long "ding", not to mention how nice it was.

Mengmeng's eyes were rounded, and she was very curious to pick from the pile of silver coins. Her little baby loves cleanliness, and she likes those white and shiny Yuan Datou. For those silver coins that are black or a little dirty, she looks at it. Don't even look.

Her little hands are very dexterous. When she probed into the coin pile, she picked out a bright silver coin. Suddenly, she found a silver coin with a rather special appearance, and handed it to her grandparents: "Look, look, There are dragons on it."

The design of this silver coin is very beautiful. On the front is a dragon with its teeth and claws coiled together. Turning to the back, it reads Guangxu Yuanbao.

The old Feng family didn't understand what it was, but they simply thought that the pattern with the dragon must be a good thing, so they quietly told Mengmeng: "Put it here, you can pick it up again, and see if there are any more. No dragons."

Mengmeng got the task, and the one who picked it was very energetic. A pair of small hands were like butterflies. They rummaged in the coin pile, and she really found two other silver coins with dragons, one similar to the one just now. One looks the same, but the other is two dragons facing each other, with a flaming bead in the middle.

The grandparents and grandchildren picked it out for a while, rummaged through the pile of silver coins, and picked some from the pile of copper coins as toppings, so they asked the hawker to count the money for them.

The hawker really didn't expect that they would pick so many, so he narrowed his eyes with a smile, and became very enthusiastic: "Several bosses, you are so discerning, my coins here are of the best quality, all of them are of the best quality. I collected them one by one from the countryside, and I don’t see them usually, so if you like them, you can choose more.”

Madam Feng shook her head and said, "No need, that's all, boss, we bought so much for you, you have to help us make it cheaper."

The hawker wrinkled his face and said very embarrassedly: "It's not cheap if it's cheap. I'm a small business, and the price is all in it. At most, I'll give you two copper coins. You can choose it yourself."

Since they were asked to choose by themselves, Mrs. Feng was rude, and immediately took the two heaviest Wanli Tongbao, which had fish and flowers on them, and were beautifully carved. She planned to take them back and give them to her family. The grandchildren play marbles.

After buying the coins, the Feng family continued to walk forward. They soon found a fresh stall selling small ceramic animals and many ceramic cups, one of which was about the size of a cute slap. It looks kind of cute.

Mengmeng ran towards the ceramic animals first. What she saw was a rabbit, with its snow-white body and its ears pricked up high, it looked extraordinarily clever.

Seeing that she was playing with the rabbit in her hand, the old man Feng said to the vendor, "How much is this rabbit?"

The stall owner stretched out a finger, "One piece for the whole audience, buy two get one free, the more you pick, the more you get."

"It's a good deal." Madam Feng immediately became interested. She squatted down and looked at the gadgets, but quickly lost interest.

"These little cups don't look good. What are they painted on, roosters? Grapes? They are far worse than the kung fu tea set we bought yesterday."

Old man Feng also thought so, but now a few dollars was nothing to him, so he persuaded her to say, "You don't care how big the price difference is, just pick a few, I think the **** and the That grape is pretty good, let's buy it back for Mengmeng to use as sand when playing games, not for food."

Madam Feng felt that it made sense, so she brought these two small teacups up. She also opened the bottom of the bill with experience and glanced at it, and suddenly laughed.

"On these two broken teacups, the year of Chenghua in Daming was written... What is the word behind it? I can't understand it, it must be a fake. It's still from Daming, and it's all nonsense."

The peddler also heard it, but he didn't care at all. He wholesaled these gadgets from others. The cost was only a few cents, and the resale was a dozen times the profit. He laughed happier than anyone else. , happily took the two dollars that Mrs. Feng handed him, and grabbed a bag for them.

Leaving the stall, Mengmeng held the little rabbit in her hands, holding it very dearly. That little appearance was even cuter than a rabbit.

Madam Feng teased her and said, "Mengmeng, you like rabbits so much, when we go back, grandma will catch two little rabbits for you and keep them for you, okay?"

Mengmeng hasn't spoken yet, but old man Feng has already objected: "What's so fun about rabbits? They're dirty and smelly, and they **** everywhere. Don't forget that there is a little gold in our family. He likes to eat rabbits the most. How much do you have? It's just not enough for it to eat."

"Also, Xiao Jin is just greedy."

Madam Feng gave up her plan. She turned her head to look at the sky, wanting to see where Xiao Jin had flown, and suddenly saw a dark shadow on the telephone pole, that was Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin was standing on it to send them a sentry, and when he noticed the little master's gaze, his head slammed to the side, signaling them to look in that direction.

The Feng family followed and looked over, and saw a small alley next to it, a young man leaned out halfway, calling them.

"I have something good here, do you want to take a look?"

Just look at it, the Feng family walked towards him, anyway, with Xiao Jin there, the young man couldn't bully them.

The young man grinned, took out a newspaper from under his arm, and unfolded it carefully. It turned out that it was an ancient painting with a yellow color.

The Feng family looked around, and the waterfalls, pine trees and pavilions in the mountain seemed to be hidden in thin clouds and mist. An old man in a straw hat was fishing, and a village girl was collecting herbs. The shadow of the tiger can still be seen in the forest, it is roaring at the old man and the village girl across the mountain stream, and it looks a bit like their tiger.

Madam Feng couldn't help but ask him, "This painting looks comfortable, who painted it?"

The corners of the young man's mouth widened, "Old lady, you have asked the right person, listen carefully, I'm afraid I will scare you to death, this painting is the real work of Tang Bohu!"

"Tang Bohu, you know, a famous painter from the Tang Dynasty, this painting has a long nose, look at the inscription on this side, Tiger Roars in the Mountains, there is a poem next to it, and his signature at the bottom, Tang Yin, this is It's the family's name, and it was painted by authentic Tang Bohu."

Mrs. Feng and Mrs. Feng looked at each other and thought it was a little funny. They looked at them and didn't know. Tang Bohu was obviously from the Ming Dynasty. Why did he suddenly become from the Tang Dynasty? Speaking of, this young man can fool around.

The old lady Feng asked the young man, "Where did you get this painting?"

"Speaking of this, it is also a sad thing for me."

The young man pinched his expression and said sadly, "Actually, my family used to be very rich, and there were people who were high officials hundreds of years ago. This painting was obtained at that time, but unfortunately, the ancestors in the back did not live up to their expectations, so they made it abruptly. The family business has been ruined. By the time of my grandfather's grandfather's generation, there was no food to eat and he was about to starve to death. When my grandfather's grandfather saw it, he couldn't do it. People can't wait for starvation to die in vain, and then take the whole family to flee the famine. At that time, I was in a hurry, so I only brought such a painting. My grandfather's grandfather treasured it, and when the family was in trouble, he was not willing to sell it, so he kept the painting to this day."

Madam Feng was like watching a play, and asked him again, "Then why did you sell it again? Aren't you afraid that your ancestors will blame you?"

The young man lowered his head and said dejectedly, "My life is not good. My grandfather's grandfather escaped from the famine and left nothing for the family. Life has been very tight. A few years ago, my father was sick and always eating Medicine, it's not good, I just think about this as a human being. The most important thing in this world is a word of filial piety. I can't help but be filial to my father, so I brought this painting and wanted to find someone with a predestined relationship. Sell ​​it and treat my father."

If he kept rolling his eyes when he was talking, the Feng family would have believed his nonsense.

But now, they just think it's funny. Isn't it just making up stories? They are the ancestors of making up stories. For stories like this, they can make up 180 stories at will, and even small Japan can be laughed at by them. Passed out, this young man's weight is really not enough to see in front of them.

The old lady Feng wanted to deceive him, raised her eyebrows and said, "You young man, you are too unreasonable to speak, this painting of yours was painted just yesterday, and you dare to lie to me that it is your ancestor. If you stay, don't you think I'm a country bumpkin?"

Madam Feng raised her hips and said aggressively, "I tell you, I'm better than you in this Tang Bohu painting, do you know who I am? I'm an antique expert from Beijing, specializing in Tang Bohu. Are you there? Don't you feel ashamed to say this in front of me?"

The face of the guy on the opposite side changed dramatically, he looked at them nervously, and suddenly broke the jar and said: "Yes, Lord Long has met his own people, old lady, if you see it, don't say it. , we still have to do business, please come by your side."

Madam Feng didn't expect that she was really deceived by her. She didn't care about her joy and said, "Who said I'm leaving, how did you sell this painting?"

The young man said in surprise: "You already know that my painting is fake, do you still want to buy it?"

Madam Feng raised her chin and said in a particularly pompous manner: "Don't worry about it, I will buy it back and show it to my students, so that they all understand the truth, even if it is a fake painting, it has to be real. Otherwise, you won't be able to fool people, you can ask for a price, and if it's suitable, I'll take it from you."

The young man then told the truth: "Old lady, since everyone is an insider, then I won't give you a random price. I personally pulled this painting out of the pile of old paper, and it took a lot of effort. Now, the price is twenty-five."

"What?" Madam Feng almost jumped up, she pointed on the scroll with her finger, and said disdainfully, "Just your **** painting, how dare you ask me to twenty-five? The thing you took out from the **** heap. Son, it's worthless at all, only five yuan, no more."

The young man simply nodded, "Okay, I'll go back as soon as I sell out, five yuan is five yuan."

This young man agreed too readily, and Madam Feng couldn't help but suspect that she had set a high price. She thought to herself, this young man is so dishonest, this painting is definitely not worth the price, she regrets it, and can't wait to take him Called back to teach twice.

The old man Feng was quite happy, and comforted her by saying, "It's alright, yesterday's painting of the mountain house cost 50,000 Hong Kong dollars a piece, and our fake painting is only 5 yuan, I think it is painted well. It's pretty good, it's not worse than other people's, and when Mengmeng gets tired of seeing it, it's great that you can still use it to paste the windows."

Madam Feng thought about it and thought it was the same, so she nodded and said, "Yes, Mengmeng, look, grandma bought you a painting."

Mengmeng looked at the painting carefully, she thought it was very beautiful, she pointed at the tiger in surprise, looked at the wire bar and said, "Look at Xiaojin, there are tigers."

Xiao Jin glanced at it very arrogantly, then turned his head in disdain, combed his feathers for himself, and refused to admit to killing it, it was purely jealous, why is there only a tiger in the painting? , but did not draw it in.

At this moment, an old voice sounded next to him: "Oh, what about the young man? I clearly told him to wait for me. I went to the front to get the money, why didn't I see him?"

His eyes turned to the Feng family next to him, and he naturally saw the painting on Mrs. Feng's hand. He rushed over immediately, shouting, "＠#￥%&＠#&..."

He talked a lot, but Mrs. Feng didn't understand what he was talking about. She just thought he was like an old lunatic. Roll up the painting.

The old man seemed to be really going crazy. When he saw this painting fell into the hands of Mrs. Feng, he also realized that she could not understand Cantonese, and instantly changed it into Mandarin and shouted: "This neighbor, old man Sister, did you buy the painting in your hand from an offspring? He is tall and thin, with squinting eyes and a blue suit."

Old Man Feng pushed him away and said, "Why are you asking these questions? You don't care who we bought from, in short, we didn't buy it from a descendant. Don't get in our way, get out of the way quickly."

The old man didn't believe what he said at all, his face turned pale with anxiety, "No, that painting was the one I first liked, and I made an agreement with the young boy, I'll go back and get the money and let him keep it for me. Come on, how can you get ahead of me?"

Seeing that he still wanted to mess around, Old Man Feng completely lost his patience, took out the spirit of a peasant man and yelled and scolded the old man with spittle all over his face.

"Fuck you motherfucker, which eye did you see me grabbing ahead of you? You can't even see what this painting is, and you dare to falsely accuse anyone. Let me ask you, who is that young man you are talking about? What's your name? I can't tell you, I think you made up all these. They are all old people, and they are still standing on the side of the road to prevent others from going. What do you want to do? Do you still want to robbery? ? I can shout, grab..."

"Don't, don't, I'm not robbing."

The old man panicked, he babbled in his mouth, and then came back to his senses and said, "How much did you pay for this painting, I'll pay you twice the price, no, I'll pay three times, so Is it possible?"

Old man Feng already felt that something was wrong. This painting was obviously fake. The young man admitted it himself. Why was the old man so excited that he was willing to pay three times the price to buy it from them. Well, there is something strange about it.

Seeing that they didn't speak, the old man increased the price again: "I'll give you one hundred yuan, how about you, with this money, you can buy several paintings."

Madam Feng also realized that something was wrong, she poked old man Feng's back from behind, lowered her voice and said, "This painting may be real, let's go quickly, lest he make a scene later and make the young man People are also brought in."

Because of this reason, Old Man Feng couldn't help but get nervous. If this painting was really painted by Tang Bohu, then they would have picked up a huge bargain. In the face of such cheapness, all kinds of troubles might arise.

He immediately said: "Get out of the way, if you don't let me out, I'll shout, robbery, kill!"

The old man opposite was bluffed by him. He is a bad old man, how can he do bad things like robbery and murder. Seeing that there are many people looking at them around, the old man panicked and wanted to protect himself. After defending, the old man Feng pushed him away.

Old man Feng held Mengmeng in one hand and the painting in the other, and walked out so majestic.

The old couple walked a long way, and they were relieved that no one was following.

Mengmeng leaned on his grandfather's shoulder and played with her fingers very leisurely. When she noticed that they had stopped, she said reluctantly, "Grandpa, let's keep going."

Old Man Feng's eyes lit up and said happily: "Mengmeng is right, we have to go, this painting is eye-catching, let's not stay in Guangzhou for a long time, then go back to the hotel to pack our luggage, we'll be there today. to Shenzhen."

Mengmeng was happy again when she heard it, clapped her little hands and said, "Okay, let's go to Shenzhen, I want to see what Shenzhen looks like."