Rebirth: I work hard to make money for my village beauty wife

He didn't go home directly, but found a restaurant to eat casually, and brought the old man's dinner by the way.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the hospital, the female doctor was just about to leave work.

"It's time to get off work!" Yang

Hongwei was in a good mood and said hello to the female doctor with a smile.

"Today's harvest is not small! A full car"

"It's not anything valuable, and I can barely eat a mouthful."

"When you are free, come to my house and collect all the useless things in my house!"

"Forget it, I guess I can't afford to put away your things." "

Why?"

"You have antique pocket watches worth a lot of money with you, and I don't have the strength to go to your house to collect things."

"You collectors, don't you particularly admire the heroes in the collecting world?"

"I want you to meet my grandfather, who is a big name in the collecting industry in the four or nine cities." "

Collector's big name!

This is a great opportunity, how could Yang Hongwei miss it!"

"Beauty, can you tell me which master your grandfather is?"

"I can't tell you for the time being, unless you guess it." "

Then you'll have to give me some hints!" "Okay, I'll give you some hints

." The

female doctor suddenly became interested again and said excitedly.

"He's a royal descendant. The woman said only one word, and then stopped.

"Alright, don't say it, I know.

Yang Hongwei suddenly became a little excited, and there seemed to be longing in his eyes when he looked at the woman.

"Mr. Yongzheng IX of the Qing Dynasty Sun Aixinjue Luo Qigong.

"Contemporary Chinese calligrapher, painter, educator, classical philologist, connoisseur, master of Chinese culture.

"He's my idol, take me to meet the old man soon. The

female doctor was taken aback and looked at Yang Hongwei in disbelief.

Yang Hongwei guessed in his heart that maybe the beauty wanted to introduce him to her grandfather.

"Thank you sister beauty, I can't ask for it!"

"Okay, tomorrow morning, I'll take you to see grandpa."

Yang Hongwei began to look forward to it at this time.

The next day.

He arrived at the hospital early.

After visiting the old man, he came to the gate of the hospital to wait for the female doctor.

After waiting for about half an hour, the female doctor came.

"It's early!"

"This is not to see the old man, I was a little excited, I didn't sleep well all night last night."

"I'll be waiting for you early in the morning

" "Is that an exaggeration?"

"It must be!" "

You wait for me a little longer, I'll go in and explain to them and come out." It

didn't take long for the female doctor to walk out of the hospital gate.

"Beauty, don't mind telling me your name.

"But if you don't tell me, it's okay, and it's quite easy for me to call me beautiful."

"Sooner or later, I'll have to know, I'd better have said it earlier!"

"Zhang Ziyi

" "It's a good name, but I think it's better to replace the last word."

Yang Hongwei remembered the name of the female star in his previous life and teased casually.

"What kind of words do

you change it to?" "Relaxed and happy

" "This is the name my grandfather gave me, how can I change it casually!" "

My grandfather is a university scholar, how can you be compared to an ordinary man." "

I heard that it is taken from the ancient poetry classics.

"Turnip greens, each has its own love, just like it."

Yang Hongwei didn't intend to argue about this name, so he decisively stopped the conversation.

"Is your house far from here?"

"Not too far, but it's better to take the bus."

"Then let's take the bus, and I'll just throw this car somewhere." The

two got on a bus and headed straight for her house.

In less than an hour, the two of them came to a small red building.

"My grandfather lives here now, and my mom and dad live here to take care of my grandfather, so I come here a lot. "

Your parents live here, too?"

"Yes, but they shouldn't be at home at this time."

Yang Hongwei followed Zhang Ziyi into one of the small red buildings.

When Yang Hongwei saw the old man, he was feeding the fish in front of a small fish tank.

A kind face with a slight smile, exactly the same as what he had seen in the media in his previous life.

"Grandpa, this little comrade admires you very, very much, and he has to ask me to bring him to meet you. "

Ziyi, don't you have to go to work today?"

"I'm going to go, it's okay, I've taken a leave of absence for a while." "

What do you do, young man?"

"Mainly collect scrap, and occasionally collect some old things. "

Antique collection?"

"Sort of, it's just to support your family." "

What do you collect?"

"As long as it's an old object, I'll take it."

"But they are not too proficient, especially in calligraphy and painting.

"So I want to ask the old gentleman some questions.

"The category of calligraphy and painting is really not easy to grasp, and there are too many things to consider. The

old gentleman threw the fish food in his hand into the tank, pointed to a chair and said to Yang Hongwei: "Sit, sit, don't be restrained when you get here."

"It's a good thing that young people are diligent and eager to learn, and only by continuous learning can they continue to improve."

"What is the level of your understanding of calligraphy and painting now?"

"It's just scratching the surface." "

Then you can tell me about the character of Dong Qichang.

Yang Hongwei elaborated what he learned about Dong Qichang's life deeds, calligraphy and painting works, and calligraphy and painting style.

"Looks like you've learned a little bit of something.

"However, you still need to study more deeply!"

"In this way, let Ziyi take you to my study first to have a look and see what you need to improve."

"The books in my study are generally not allowed to be taken out, but you are Ziyi's friend, so I will set a precedent for you, and you can only take one book at a time.

"However, it is important to keep it properly, because many of them are unique and will never be seen again if they are lost."

"However, if you have time, I recommend reading it in my study."

After the old gentleman finished speaking, Yang Hongwei followed Zhang Ziyi to the study.

The area of the study is more than 30 square meters, and the walls are full of books on all sides, and the bookshelves are all leading to the roof, and there are two folding ladders in the room.

The bibliographic classification guide is very comprehensive and detailed, with more than 20 categories.

Rare books, calligraphy and painting theories, rubbings of inscriptions, classics of Chinese culture, gold and stone seal carving, etc.

Everything that has anything to do with the art of calligraphy and painting has been involved.

Yang Hongwei stood in front of the rubbings of the stele and flipped through them, trying to find the clues of the rubbings at home.

He plans to spend a month in his spare time to solve the problem of rubbings of tablets at home.

He flipped through it to his heart's content, and his mind had obviously been brought into a separate space, even forgetting that Zhang Ziyi was standing next to him.

Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is almost noon.

Yang Hongwei was still unsatisfied, but he had to go out to shop for goods in the afternoon, so he could only leave first.

"Remember, you have to come back in a week, that's the rule set by my grandfather.

After the two said hello to the old man, they prepared to leave.

"When you see grandpa, do you have to treat me to a meal

?" "It must be!"

"Tell me, where do you want to eat?" "

Well, it's just tonight

," "Quanjude, I'm hungry for roast duck." Yang

Hongwei and Zhang Ziyi found a restaurant on the street, ate a little casually, and then brought another one for Old Man Zheng to eat.

When he arrived at the hospital, Yang Hongwei did not stop, and ran directly to the predetermined location, he didn't want to delay a little time.

He wanted to finish the outer part of the eastern and western cities in more than two months.

But his destination today is the area outside Dongzhimen.

He guessed that today's situation was similar to yesterday's, with many civilian areas and many miscellaneous courtyards.

But he likes to deal with these civilians, and he doesn't feel any pressure in his heart, and he doesn't get angry when he jokes with them naturally, casually, and coldly.

When he arrived at the designated place, he rushed into a small alley.

When he was halfway down the alley, there were eight or nine jars thrown at random next to the wall on both sides of the road, with some vegetable leaves or something on them, presumably the water splashed by the owner's family.

He'd been in this situation once or twice before, but he hadn't come across a good thing.

He hadn't planned to look at the broken jars.

The car had already passed more than ten meters past those things, but I don't know what force pulled him back.

It would be a shame if you missed something!,

he quickly loaded them into the car and left the place first.

It wasn't until he walked more than two hundred meters away that he stopped the car and prepared to take a look at the porcelain.

A white porcelain jar caught his attention, the color is the kind of milky white, white and blue, the glaze enamel is fine, moist, the feel is excellent, the shape is exquisite, dignified and regular.

It should be regarded as a fine product in Xingyao.

He rotated the jar in a circle and found the word "Ying" in the lower part of the jar.

Xingyao in the Tang Dynasty, yes, it is Xingyao.

But he always felt that something was missing from the jar.

It took him dozens of seconds to come to his senses.

He

looked at the remaining ones, and there were two of them, and there were no lids.

If this thing is missing a cover, it will be considered a remnant, and the value will be cut off directly.

Therefore, he has to find the lid, although Xingyao porcelain is not like the blue and white Ru kiln from a famous family, and the value is not too high, but

this is finally a leak, to get the antique market, absolutely pretty goods.

The others were modern and not collectible, so he found a garbage heap and threw them away.

Then, I got on my bike and rode back to the alley.

A lid is half-hidden in the dirt.

There is only one.

Another estimate is that the owner lost it without knowing when.

You can pick up treasures on the street, and it's really verified.

Next, he turned on the miscellaneous yard sweeping mode.

However, it seems that I am not as lucky as yesterday, just get a few pieces of fine porcelain and a piece of furniture from the early Qing Dynasty.

Except for a few good Qing Dynasty kilns, the rest are all things to be dumped.