Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

"It's okay, teacher, I suddenly felt pain just now, but I'm fine now." Zhang Xiaoyang gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, interrupting the conversation of his companion. He also glared at the companion who wanted to speak, and then stared at him.

Yang Dongxu.

If you fight in school and go to the teacher, or if you fail to fight and tell your parents, this is the most despised thing. It is already embarrassing to be sent to the office for standing up for yourself. Now, Zhang Xiaoyang feels that he cannot afford to embarrass that person if he reports on it now.

He is an 8-year-old little man, but he is very concerned about face.

"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Qi Xueming looked at Zhang Xiaoyang with a little worry. At this time, Zhang Xiaoyang looked a little pale and was sweating on his forehead. It was obvious that Yang Dongxu had been uncomfortable just now. He instinctively felt that something was wrong here.

, but Zhang Xiaoyang admitted that he felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't think of the problem for a while.

"It's okay, teacher. It just hurt suddenly. It's better now. I'm going back to class." Zhang Xiaoyang forced a smile, then gritted his teeth and walked a few steps. After regaining his composure, he quickly returned to the classroom.

This class was a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher obviously knew what these students were doing, so he let them into the classroom without saying anything.

Yang Dongxu smiled at Wu Xue, who looked worried, and signaled that he was fine. After returning to his seat, he opened the Chinese textbook in a pretentious manner. As for which page the Chinese teacher on the podium was talking about, don't worry about it. He moved his body towards

Hou Li took out a thick English book from the desk drawer and read it. As for the small conflict just now, he didn't pay attention at all.

After the last class, Yang Dongxu packed up his things and prepared to go home. Wu Xue came up carrying her small schoolbag with a worried look on her face.

"It's really okay. The teacher has finished criticizing us and asked us to come back to class. Is there anything else?" Yang Dongxu grinned and reached out to rub Wu Xue's hair.

Wu Xue, with fair skin, rosy cheeks, a little baby fat, and two pigtails, is indescribably cute. Yang Dongxu always likes to mess up her hair to satisfy his own evil taste.

"Be careful." Zhang Xiaoyang walked over with a malicious look in his eyes.

"Zhang Xiaoyang, what are you doing? If you dare to cause trouble, I will tell the teacher." Before Yang Dongxu said anything, Wu Xue's eyes widened as if protecting a chicken.

Although she hangs out with Yang Dongxu all day long, she is completely different from Yang Dongxu. Not only is she cute, she studies well and is obedient. She is an absolute parent who talks about other people's children, and she is also the junior monitor in the class.

"Humph." Zhang Xiaoyang snorted coldly and turned to leave.

He still has some scruples about Wu Xue, not because of Wu Xue's family background. It's because children who study well and are obedient are the treasures in the eyes of teachers.

The most he fought with Yang Dongxu was to criticize him, and even this time the teacher was a little protective of him. If he and Wu Xue had a conflict, he would definitely be criticized. He didn't want to go home and get beaten. His father was very shady.

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"He is a bad boy, you should stay away from him from now on." Wu Xue explained like a little adult.

"Okay." Yang Dongxu smiled and nodded. It felt a bit strange to be defended by a little brat.

Carrying schoolbags hand in hand and going home, Yang Dongxu quickly put the matter behind him. What's the point of brats fighting? Although Zhang Xiaoyang is a bit more of a bastard than ordinary children. But a man in his forties

There's really nothing to argue with a little brat.

After returning home, Yang Dongxu began to do his homework conscientiously. Not only did he do it, but Zhou Ya was also beside him. Zhou Ya had never been to school, and Zhou Yiren had never taught primary school students. Obviously, there was no way to promote Yang Dongxu's education.

So I asked Zhou Ya to learn with Yang Dongxu, and I would sit down and check from time to time. Although she was a girl, it was obviously not possible to be illiterate.

In this way, Yang Dongxu could be lazy. He asked Zhou Ya to write the homework assigned by the teacher in school, and he would teach him what he had done wrong to deepen his impression.

As for when the teacher was correcting his homework, he suddenly discovered that Yang Dongxu's handwriting, which was originally more beautiful than his, suddenly turned into a primary school student's handwriting like a crab crawling, that was not what he cared about.

Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When Zhou Yiren discovered the secret, he didn't say anything, and he didn't let Yang Dongxu hand in Zhou Ya's homework. But Yang Dongxu's English and Russian homework became more heavy every day, and Zhou Yiren didn't know where to find it.

A German book plunged Yang Dongxu's life into darkness.

It was another Saturday and Yang Dongxu didn't have to go to class, so he got up early in the morning to help. Not long after he finished practicing, old man Xuan and Zhou Ya came back together with the dining cart. Zhou Ya went back to catch up on her sleep, and old man Xuan let Yang Dongxu into the house mysteriously.

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There are a total of four houses in Old Man Xuan's courtyard, excluding the kitchen and the main room, there are exactly three. In the past, there was a coffee table in the main room, the east room was his bed, and the west room was empty. Today, a small tea table is placed in the empty west room.

Next to the coffee table are four small stools, which are a perfect set.

The style of the coffee table and stools are simple, but antique, and the surface is very bright. This is the result of long-term use. It looks more natural than mechanical polishing.

When he tapped it with his fingers, the sound was very thick. Yang Dongxu picked up a stool and tried it. He found that the stool was much heavier than it looked. When he got closer and smelled it, he found a faint fragrance.

"This is......"

"杌子." Old Man Xuan said.

Yang Dongxu stared with his eyes and head in circles. He didn't know why the small stool in his hand was called a hoe.

"Sooner or later, all the things of our ignorant and ignorant ancestors will be thrown away by you. This is called a round poop. Generally, a round poop is supported by four legs, with a circle underneath and no bottom. The bottom is empty. These four round pips have six legs.

There is still a cover underneath the legs, which was something only rich families had in the past." Old Man Xuan looked at Yang Dongxu with disdain and began to explain.

A stool is just a stool, so what else is it called a hoe? Yang Dongxu muttered in his mind, but showed an open-minded and studious look on his face. He pointed to the curved leg with the hoe in his hand and asked, "What's the point of this?"

"What do the patterns look like to you?" Old Man Xuan asked instead without answering.

"The style of the upper and lower ends is a bit like Yu Ruyi, but isn't Yu Ruyi always one big at one end and small at the other, and the body rises and falls like waves?"

"It's rare but strange. Who told you that jade Ruyi must all look the same?" Old Man Xuan snorted: "But this is not exactly a Jade Ruyi. It just uses the Ruyi style to mean that everything goes well and gets good luck."

"Then this..."

"It's something from the palace, and it should be from the middle of the Qing Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, peasants' crabs had three legs, officials had four or five legs, princes and imperial palaces had six legs, and emperors had nine legs. But the pattern is like this

In addition, it is made of red sandalwood and can only be used in the palace. It is against the law for the prince to use it."

"What a good thing!" Yang Dongxu suddenly clapped his hands and looked at the stool in his hand as if he were looking at a baby bump: "How much did it cost?"

He didn't understand the rules about how many legs there were and what the violations were. But he understood the palace and the red sandalwood. Anything that had something to do with the palace and was well preserved would increase in value in the future.

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"It's a bit expensive. A set of coffee table and four-compartment coffee table costs ten yuan in total. If it's missing, they won't sell it." Old man Xuan smacked his lips and was obviously a little dissatisfied with the price.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. In the future, I can get twice as many things like this." Yang Dongxu smiled so hard that he could see his back molars.

Is the food expensive? It stands to reason that in this poor era, the price of half a month's salary of a worker for something that cannot be eaten or drunk is indeed a bit expensive.

But in future generations, the price is not even enough to cover the skin on these things. Not to mention that this thing came from the palace, or even that it is an antique from the mid-Qing Dynasty. The rosewood material alone is definitely worth the price.

, and also made a lot of money.

"If you don't mind the price, there are a few things over there, but they are not as sophisticated as this. They should be from the late Qing Dynasty. They are a dining table and a few chairs." Old Man Xuan said, seeing that Yang Dongxu was not joking.

"Is it also made of rosewood?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment.

"No, it's from Huanghuali."

"Buy, you must buy it. Who sells it? Let's go and pick up the goods." Yang Dongxu was overjoyed. Rosewood is precious, and huanghuali is also a good thing. In one sentence, buy, buy, buy...

Yang Dongxu, who couldn't wait for a moment, rushed to Old Xuan and set off immediately, calling a cart. Old Man Xuan led the way through an alley to a small courtyard.

Old Man Xuan knocked on the door and the person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties. When he saw that Old Man Xuan's expression changed, he immediately wanted to close the door. But Old Man Xuan, who reacted first, pushed the door open.

Looking at the strong young man who took a few steps back and almost fell down, and then at the thin old man Xuan, Yang Dongxu couldn't figure out for a moment how old man Xuan, who was in his seventies, had such great strength.

"Call your father out."

"The money for the goods is clear, and we agreed at the time that we would not return the goods." The strong young man said with a pinched neck, but he felt a little guilty.

Now Yang Dongxu, who was a little confused about the strong young man suddenly closing the door, realized that he was afraid that old man Xuan would return the items because he thought they were too expensive.

"I don't have the habit of returning the things I bought from Tongxuan, even if they are fake and smashed. If you call your boss, I want all the items I saw two days ago." Old Man Xuan snorted.

A little unhappy.

Naturally, this person was not happy because the strong young man refused to let him in, but the other party actually thought that he was here to return the goods. Seeing the domineering look of old man Xuan, Yang Dongxu's eyes lit up, this old man has a story.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sensible and I don't know Master Xuan's name. Please come inside, please come inside." A middle-aged man with a mustache on his lips walked out of the main room, wearing a

It was a gray coat, the kind that covered the top of my feet and had a slit at the side.

Hearing the middle-aged man's name for Old Man Xuan and the compliments in his words, Yang Dongxu suddenly felt that Old Man Xuan not only had a story, but also seemed to have a low status in the world. The person who was called 'Master' in old Yanjing was not just

Because of my age.