Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Chen Jintu nodded when he saw it.

It’s not bad to exchange a piece of sugar for a bowl of sorghum. After all, sorghum can also fill the stomach.

"Grandma, I don't want any more sorghum. Your family still has to eat." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, "I think the bowl in your hand is quite good. If you are willing, you can trade it with me."

"You want this bowl?" the old lady said in surprise.

"No, no..." Chen Jintu waved his hands quickly.

What’s so great about a bowl? Sorghum rice is more affordable.

"Yes, grandma, I want this bowl." Xiang Nan said, "I don't want the sorghum rice. Your family still has to eat."

"What a good man." The old woman was moved to tears. She hurriedly picked up her clothes, poured out the sorghum rice, and handed the bowl to Xiang Nan.

To her, a broken bowl is worthless. But the sorghum in this bowl is the family's ration. Therefore, this bowl is of no importance to her, but this bowl of sorghum rice may be related to human life.

After Xiang Nan took it, he looked through it again and found that it was true. This bowl is a celadon bowl from the Longquan kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, a national first-class cultural relic.

It is easy to bring down future generations and sell millions. Even if the cultural relics market is sluggish now, if you sell this bowl to a cultural relics store, you can still get a few hundred yuan.

If it were sold on the black market for cultural relics, it wouldn't be a big deal to sell it for a few thousand yuan.

…

"Son, you are stupid. What's the use of this celadon bowl? It's a burden to carry around. I think it's better to throw it away." After the old lady left, Chen Jintu looked at the celadon bowl with disgust.

Although the cargo load of the Knocking Tang Gang contained general merchandise, there was no ceramics. Because ceramics are heavy and not worth much. Therefore, they mostly carry needles, threads, hairpins and buttons, matches, candles, socks and hats, and other products that are lightweight, small in size, and of high value.

Therefore, Chen Jintu really didn't like this celadon bowl.

"Dad, don't throw it away," Xiang Nan hurriedly hid it and said, "This is a treasure."

Damn it, I want to throw away something that costs hundreds of dollars. What a waste of money. He just gave away a piece of candy, but he was going to lose an apartment.

"Nonsense, a broken porcelain bowl is found in every household, what kind of treasure is it?" Chen Jintu curled his lips and said.

"Although I don't know what kind of treasure it is, I like it as soon as I see it." Xiang Nan explained, "Anyway, this is my first business, so just let me keep it."

"Okay, then you just keep it. It will teach you a lesson. You won't be kind again in the future." Chen Jintu said.

Xiang Nan nodded.

After staying in Xiantao Village for an hour, seeing that no customers came to the door, the father and son took up the burden and headed to the next village.

In the evening, the father and son returned to Qianhuzhuang and gathered with everyone. While eating and drinking, they shared what they had learned and gained today.

"My business is okay today. I've sold almost half of the sugar."

"I'm not bad either. I collected 20 kilograms of scrap metal and made a profit of thirty cents."

"Brother Zhuzhu is still great, but I can't. The villages I went to were all poor, so I just exchanged for three kilograms of sorghum rice."

"Daguang, today Uncle Jinshui and I helped an old lady catch a pig, and she exchanged five eggs for us." Chen Jianghe asked Xiang Nan, "What did you gain today?"

"I exchanged a piece of candy for a celadon bowl." Xiang Nan took out the celadon bowl from his arms and said.

"Why are you exchanging this bowl? This bowl isn't worth much, is it?" Chen Jianghe looked at the bowl and said, it's just a bowl. If you exchange it for a piece of candy, you will lose money.

"This child is so kind-hearted. When he saw a child crying, he gave him a piece of candy." Chen Jintushi also said, "The family was very loyal and gave him a bowl of sorghum rice. But this child didn't want sorghum rice. He insisted on it. This broken bowl, you say... ugh!"

"Da Guang, don't be so stupid in the future. There are many poor people in the world. Can you help them?"

"That's right. If you don't have enough to eat or drink, you won't be poor until the end of your life. You can't be too kind-hearted."

"Da Guang, kindness does not control soldiers, and justice does not manage finances. When we run a small business, we cannot be so open-handed."

"Daguang, you should want sorghum rice, not this broken porcelain bowl. This broken porcelain bowl is not suitable for eating or drinking. It is not valuable and weighs too much. How can it be better than sorghum rice."

Everyone said it in a flurry of voices.

…

At this time, Grandpa Wang, the manager of the Qianhuzhuang workshop, brought the local "old land" to collect the goods exchanged by the sugar gang.

As soon as Lao Tudi entered the house, he saw the bowl in Xiang Nan's hand, and his eyes immediately widened.

However, he quickly calmed down, kept his composure, and began to collect everyone's goods.

Everyone in the Knocking Tang Gang also sold the goods they had exchanged for Lao Tu Tu one after another, such as chicken feathers, duck feathers, scrap iron, scrap copper, rags, waste paper, broken glass, etc., and paid them in turn.

And after a day of hard work, they only earn a small profit of a few cents, and only a few can earn a dollar.

After collecting these common goods, what is left are some uncommon goods.

For example, Uncle Jinshui exchanged for a pair of old rubber shoes, Uncle Zhuzhu exchanged for an old cotton-padded jacket, and Uncle Mangan exchanged for a small mirror... These goods are not weighed, but are priced separately.

And this will test the old man's vision, calculation power and determination. The price I paid was too high, but I didn’t make any profit. If the price is low, no one will sell it, so those who can claim it as "old land" are capable people.

He bought old rubber shoes, old cotton-padded jackets, small mirrors and other sundries in turn, then pretended to be casual and pointed at the bowl in Xiang Nan's hand, "Give me two cents for this bowl, I'll take it."

"Two cents?" When Chen Jintu heard this, he was immediately happy and was about to nod in agreement.

In the 1970s, the purchasing power of two cents was still very strong, and it could buy two candies. And this porcelain bowl was obtained by Xiang Nan in exchange for a piece of sugar, so it was double the profit.

"No, I won't sell this porcelain bowl." Xiang Nan shook his head.

"You brat, if you don't sell it, why are you keeping it?" Chen Jintu couldn't help but cursed after hearing this.

This brat is really stupid. It's such a broken bowl. It's easy for someone to buy it, but it's not easy to sell it. Why keep it?

"Dad, this is a treasure. I won't sell it for twenty yuan or two hundred yuan, let alone two cents." Xiang Nan hugged the bowl tightly and said.

"You kid is so poor that you want two hundred for a broken bowl?" Man Tun said, rolling on the floor with laughter.

Everyone looked at Xiang Nan with expressions of disbelief.

This kid usually looks quite smart, why is he so stupid now? Treating a broken porcelain bowl as a treasure is crazy.

"What nonsense are you kidding? Seriously, you're going to make me mad!" Chen Jintu also felt embarrassed and couldn't help but slap him.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I just saw it. As soon as Lao Tutu entered the house and saw my bowl, his eyes straightened out." Xiang Nan explained, "Although he later pretended that it didn't happen and started to accept you goods, but in fact his eyes never left my bowl.

So I knew right then that this bowl must be a treasure. Maybe it was left by the ancients. Should this be called an antique? I heard that there used to be a Longquan kiln in Jiangsu and Zhejiang..."