The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

"It's okay, teacher. It hurt suddenly just now, but it's fine now." Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xiaoyang stood up from the ground and interrupted the conversation of his companions. He also gave the companion who was about to speak a hard look, and then stared at Yang Dongxu.

Fighting to find a teacher at school, or telling parents if you can't fight, this is the most despised thing. It's already very embarrassing for Liwei to be taken to the office, and now Zhang Xiaoyang feels that he can't afford to lose that person. They are already 8-year-old boys, but it is very face-saving.

"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Qi Xueming looked at Zhang Xiaoyang worriedly. At this time, Zhang Xiaoyang was pale and sweating on his forehead. It was obvious that Yang Dongxu's blow just now was serious. He instinctively felt that there seemed to be a problem here, but Zhang Xiaoyang admitted that he felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't think of the problem for a while.

"It's okay, teacher. I just had a sudden pain just now. It's healed now. I'm going back to class." Zhang Xiaoyang forced a smile, then gritted his teeth and walked a few steps. After recovering, he quickly returned to the classroom.

This class was a Chinese class, and the Chinese teacher obviously knew why these students were there, so he didn't say anything and let them into the classroom.

Yang Dongxu smiled at the worried Wu Xue, indicating that he was fine, and after returning to his seat, he pretended to open the Chinese textbook. As for which page the Chinese teacher is talking about on the podium, don't worry about it. Leaning back, he took out a thick English book from the desk drawer and read it. As for the small conflict just now, he didn't take it to heart at all.

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

"It's really all right, what else is there to do after the teacher has finished criticizing us and asked us to come back to class?" Yang Dongxu grinned and reached out to rub Wu Xue's hair.

The skin is fair and rosy, the face is round and plump, and Wu Xue, who is wearing two braids, is unspeakably cute. Yang Dongxu always likes to mess up her hair to satisfy his bad taste.

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

"Zhang Xiaoyang, what are you doing? If you dare to make trouble, I will tell the teacher." Yang Dongxu didn't say anything yet, Wu Xue's eyes widened as if protecting a chicken.

Although she hangs out with Yang Dongxu all day long, she is not the same as Yang Dongxu at all. Not only is he cute, he's good at studying, and he's very obedient. Absolutely, the parents say that other people's children are still the class monitors.

"Hmph." Zhang Xiaoyang snorted coldly, turned and left.

He is still a little scrupulous about Wu Xue, not because of the background of Wu Xue's family. But 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 had a conflict with Wu Xue, he would definitely be the one to be criticized, he didn't want to go home and be beaten, his father was very dark.

"He is a bad boy, stay away from him in the future." Wu Xue explained like a little adult.

"Okay." Yang Dongxu nodded with a smile, being protected by a brat, this feeling is really a bit strange.

Hand in hand carrying schoolbags to go home, Yang Dongxu quickly put this matter behind him. There is nothing to care about when little kids fight, although Zhang Xiaoyang is a bit more of an asshole than ordinary kids. But a person in his forties and a kid really have nothing to worry about.

After returning home, Yang Dongxu began to do his homework honestly. Not only did he do it, but Zhou Ya was beside him. Zhou Ya never went to school, Zhou Yiren never taught primary school students, obviously there is no way to promote Yang Dongxu's education.

So Zhou Ya was asked to study with Yang Dongxu, and she sat down to check from time to time. Although she was a girl, it was obviously not acceptable to be illiterate.

In this way, Yang Dongxu can be lazy. He asked Zhou Ya to write the homework assigned by the teacher in the school, and taught him what he did wrong to deepen his impression.

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

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long. When Zhou Yiren discovered the secret, he didn't say anything, and he didn't stop Yang Dongxu from taking Zhou Ya's homework. Every day, Yang Dongxu's English and Russian homework became heavy, and Zhou Yiren didn't know where to find a German book, which completely plunged Yang Dongxu's life into darkness.

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

There are a total of four houses in Old Man Xuan's small courtyard, exactly three of which are in the main house except the kitchen. 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, there is a small coffee table in the empty west room, and there are four small stools in a set.

The tea table and stool are simple in style, but they are antique, and the surface is very bright. This is the result of long-term use, and it looks more natural without mechanical polishing.

The sound of tapping with fingers was very thick. Yang Dongxu picked up a stool and tried it, and found that the stool was much heavier than it looked. When he sniffed it closely, he found a faint fragrance.

"This is."

"Zizi." Old man Xuan said.

Yang Dongxu stared at his eyes and circled his head. He didn't know why the little stool in his hand was called a 杌子.

"Sooner or later, you will throw away all the things of your ignorant ancestors. This is called Yuanwu. Generally, Yuanwu is supported by four legs. The bottom is circled and has no bottom. The bottom is empty. There are six of these four Yuanwu. There is still a cover under the leg, which is something that only rich people used to have." Old man Xuan gave Yang Dongxu a disdainful look and began to explain.

A stool is called a stool, what else is it called a 杌子? Yang Dongxu muttered something in his heart, but his face showed an open-minded and studious look. He pointed to the curved leg in his hand and asked, "What's so important about this?"

"What do the patterns look like to you?" Old man Xuan asked rhetorically instead of answering.

"The style with the upper and lower ends looks a bit like Yu Ruyi, but isn't Yu Ruyi always one end big and the other small, and her body undulates like waves?"

"Rare is more strange, who told you that Yu Ruyi must all look the same?" Old man Xuan snorted: "But this is not Yu Ruyi to be precise, it just uses Ruyi's style to imply that everything goes well for good luck."

"Then this"

"It's something in the palace, and the year should be in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, the peasants had three legs, the officials had four or five legs, the palace and the palace had six legs, and the emperor had nine legs. But such a pattern In addition to the red sandalwood material, it can only be used in the palace, and it is against the law for the prince to use it."

"Good stuff!" Yang Dongxu clapped his hands suddenly, looking at the stool in his hand like looking at a baby bump: "How much did you charge?"

He couldn't understand what the rules and regulations were. But he understood the palace and the red sandalwood. Anything that can be related to the palace and is well preserved will be worth more and more in the future.

"It's a bit expensive. The coffee table and the four-compartment box are a set of ten yuan. If there is less, they won't sell it." Old man Xuan smacked his lips, apparently a little dissatisfied with the price.

"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. In the future, such things can be doubled." Yang Dongxu laughed so hard that he could see his back molars.

Are things expensive? It stands to reason that in this poor age, it is indeed a bit expensive to sell such things that cannot be eaten or drunk for half a month's wages of a worker.

But at the price of future generations, even the layer of skin on these things is not enough. Don't say that this thing came out of the imperial palace, or even say that it is an antique in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. The material of rosewood alone is definitely worth the ticket price, and it also makes a lot of money.

"If you don't think it's too expensive, there are still a few things over there, but it's not as exquisite as this one. It should be from the late Qing Dynasty. It's a dining table and a few chairs." Seeing that Yang Dongxu was not joking, old man Xuan said.

"It's also made of rosewood?" Yang Dongxu froze for a moment.

"No, it's from huanghuali."

"Buy, you must buy it. Who sells it? Let's go and pick it up." Yang Dongxu was overjoyed. Red sandalwood is precious, and huanghuali is also a good thing. In a word, buy, buy, buy.

Yang Dongxu, who couldn't wait for a moment, shuttled the old man Xuan and set off immediately, called a cart, and the old man Xuan led the way in an alley to a small courtyard.

Old man Xuan knocked on the door and opened the door was a young man in his twenties. Seeing that it was old man Xuan's complexion, he was about to close the door immediately. But the old man Xuan who reacted earlier pushed the door open.

Looking at the strong young man who took a few steps back and almost fell, and then at the thin old man Xuan, Yang Dongxu couldn't understand why the old man Xuan, who was over seventy years old, had such great strength.

"Call your father out."

"The money and the goods are cleared. It was agreed at the time that the goods will not be returned." The strong boy said with a stiff neck, but he was a little guilty.

Now Yang Dongxu, who was a little puzzled by the sudden closing of the door by the strong guy just now, understood that he was afraid that old man Xuan thought it was too expensive to return the things.

"I don't have the habit of returning the things I bought through Tongxuan, even if the fake ones are smashed. You call your boss out, and I will take all the items I saw two days ago." Old man Xuan snorted. A little unhappy.

This dislike was naturally because the strong guy didn't let him in, but the other party thought he was here to return the goods. Yang Dongxu's eyes lit up seeing old man Xuan's domineering look, this old man has a story.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the younger generation is ignorant, and I don't know the name of Master Xuan. Please, please." A middle-aged man with a mustache on his lips came out of the main room, wearing a suit. It's a gray gown, the kind that covers the sides of the feet.

Hearing the middle-aged man's address to Old Man Xuan and the compliments in his words, Yang Dongxu suddenly felt that Old Man Xuan not only had a story, but also his status in the world was not low. People who were called "Master" in the old Yanjing were not only Because of age.

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