With a Door In Mind

Zhou Xiaochuan saw that Qin Xiao was looking at the bronze man seriously, he watched for a while, and then went up.

Gotta get the car away.

After leaving the basement, the old man Qin washed his face and was making tea.

Zhou Xiaochuan greeted him, "Father, I'll return the car."

The old man Qin waved at him.

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan left the main room and drove away.

After a while, when he came back, the old man Qin was leaning on the reclining chair, rocking the chair, closing his eyes and sending the purple clay pot to his mouth from time to time.

Zhou Xiaochuan brought a lunch box and put it on the table for cooking later.

Then he moved the bench and sat next to the old man Qin, looking at the purple sand pot in his hand.

This purple clay pot is not the traditional purple-black, but golden yellow.

The whole pot is in the shape of a pumpkin, even with the

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the purple sand pot and teased the old man Qin: "Master, this pot is so ugly, why don't I change it for you?"

If he hadn't known that there were no fakes at this time, he would have thought that it was a handicraft made by later generations.

When he asked Hu Laosan to help him collect things, Zheng F gave them to a warehouse.

There are many complete sets of purple clay pots in it.

The old man Qin only took a fancy to this heresy.

He is not stingy either, he will give it as he gives it, but he is still curious about the origin of this pot.

Hearing his words, the old man Qin opened his eyes and rolled his eyes at him, then closed them again.

He muttered, "No culture!"

Zhou Xiaochuan was choked when he heard the words. The thief was not scary, but he was afraid that the thief was literate.

Then he grabbed the purple clay pot in old Qin's hand and looked at it.

The body of the pot is in the shape of a pumpkin, engraved with the verse of "Imitating the style of Dongling, Sheng Lai Xue Kong Xiang", engraved in regular script "Ming Yuan", and the bottom is printed with "Chen Mingyuan" in Yangwen seal script.

After watching it, I don't feel anything strange.

Seeing the old man Qin closed his eyes and stretched out his hand, he put the teapot in his hand again.

The old man took the teapot and took a sip, and said slowly: "Chen Mingyuan's name is Mingyuan, his name is Hefeng, and he is also known as Shixiashanren, Huyin, a famous top artist of Yixing Zisha during the reign of Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. A famous artist with high achievements. Every piece of his work is unique. This pot entered the big house in the past, and it is estimated that it was later awarded to Li Hongzhang."

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded, guessing that a lot of things in his space came from Li Hongzhang's house.

Then he smiled and said, "What if it was faked by later generations?"

The old man Qin glanced at him and said to him, "If you don't understand too much, bring a bowl of water here."

Zhou Xiaochuan brought a bowl of water over in confusion.

The old man Qin drank the water in the pot, poured another pot, raised the water bottle high, and a round water line flowed down.

Not a single drop of water splashed on the water.

The old man Qin glanced at him and said, "I won't tell you about the rest. It is not something ordinary craftsmen can do to be able to achieve the best level of dripping water. Such people disdain forgery!"

Zhou Xiaochuan nodded when he heard the words, but this can be said for now, and try it later.

As long as they can make money, there are people who are willing to dig ancestral graves.

But ordinary craftsmen really can't do this level.

"Think back then,

Lao Tzu's team just opened,

There were only a dozen people in total, with seven or eight guns.

When the "Imperial Army" chased me, I lost my head, thanks to Sister A Qing..."

The old man Qin closed his eyes and hummed the Peking Opera "Shajiabang".

Seeing this, Zhou Xiaochuan thought that one day he would send a radio to the old man. The reclining chair, teapot, and radio, the three great artifacts of the old age, would be all alive.

Then he smiled and went to the basement.

When he got down to the bottom, Qin Xiao was holding a silver needle, and he was trying the needles at the acupoints earnestly!

He didn't bother either, he sat on the chair next to him, crossed his arms and crossed Erlang's legs, smiling and watching her play with her.

After a while, Qin Xiao came back to his senses and looked at Zhou Xiaochuan embarrassedly.

Putting down the silver needle in his hand, he walked over and pursed his lips and smiled: "Let's put it here first! I'll do it later when I have time!"

"Okay, go make dumplings and eat! I brought oil residue!"

Zhou Xiaochuan naturally agreed and took her little hand up.

After coming up, Qin Xiao broke free from his big hand.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked at the old man Qin who was closing his eyes, and said with a smile, "Master, is it okay to have dumplings at noon? It's stuffed with Chinese cabbage and sauerkraut and pork!"

In fact, the old man Qin is from the north, and he still likes to eat some pasta.

But after coming to this place for so long, Mi can also accept it.

The problem is that you can't accept it. It's good to have enough to eat. Where can you choose?

The old man Qin opened his eyes and licked his lips: "Okay, let's have some wine at noon!"

Dumplings are only wine, the more you drink, the more you have!

"Okay, then you stay here, Xiaoxiao and I are going to the kitchen to make dumplings!"

"Don't go, I'll do it, you can stay with Grandpa!"

At Zhou Xiaochuan's house, he didn't even need to cook, how could he let him go to the kitchen here!

Zhou Xiaochuan shook his head, "It's okay, you can do it alone, when will it be!"

After speaking, he took Qin Xiao to the kitchen.

The old man Qin just glanced at it, tightened his big cotton-padded jacket, and closed his eyes and hummed a song.

In the kitchen, Zhou Xiaochuan took out the oil residue and prepared pork prepared in the lunch box, and the two of them got it there.

One with noodles and one with stuffing.

Zhou Xiaochuan still prefers dumplings with soup, and boiled a pot of bone soup as the soup base.

Qin Xiao fryed a little peanut rice by the way, and used it for drinking later.

Seeing that Qin Xiao had made so many noodles, Zhou Xiaochuan hurriedly said, "It's too much! You can't finish it all at night!"

Qin Xiao said with a smile while making peace:

"It's okay, I see that you have so many things with you. I will make more later. When you leave, take some back to auntie and Xiaomi to eat, so you don't have to go back and pack it again!"

Zhou Xiaochuan didn't stop after hearing the words, although he had it in his space, it was easy to do it, it would be nice if he had the heart.

Hearing her name just now, she teased: "It's still called Auntie! Do you have to change your tune after getting the certificate!"

"Hmph, I haven't entered the door yet! It's not even your daughter-in-law!"

Qin Xiao pursed his lips and snorted.

Then blushed and continued to make face.

Zhou Xiaochuan adjusted the dumpling stuffing and smiled at her: "Hey, I'll go back and tell my mother that you don't want to call her!"

"you dare!!"

Qin Xiao waved his small fist and threatened him.

It just doesn't have any deterrent effect.

Men and women match, work is not tired.

The two talked and laughed and wrapped the dumplings.

Zhou Xiaochuan saw that the cooked dumplings didn't smell at all, and suddenly found a good way to avoid eating meat from other people's noses.

It's been said that the way is more difficult than the difficulty!

Tell Lao Zhao and sister another day.

On the table, cabbage dumplings with oil residue, sauerkraut pork dumplings, peanut rice, balsamic vinegar and soy sauce.

The old man Qin picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar, and put it in his mouth.

Then he ate a garlic clove, took a sip of wine, and said contentedly, "The dumplings with Chinese cabbage with oil residue are delicious!"

Zhou Xiaochuan smiled and raised his glass, "Old man, come, let's go one more time!"

The two touched a cup.

The old man Qin took a sip of wine and put a mouthful of peanuts in his mouth.

Looking at Zhou Xiaochuan, he sighed and said, "It's been more than ten years now! You were just a kid back then, but now you're a big guy, old man! It's not good to be old! I don't know if there is any more. Years to look forward to!"

"Grandpa~ Grandpa~"

Qin Xiao glared at his grandfather in dissatisfaction.

The old man Qin looked at his granddaughter's expression and said with a laugh, "Okay! Don't talk about it, let's eat, eat!"

Zhou Xiaochuan is also smiling, where are you going?

Maybe in the future, the white-haired person will send the black-haired person more alive than your son!

But he didn't dare to say that!

After dinner, Qin Xiao went to wash the dishes, and the old man Qin took out the dry tobacco pouch that he had not smoked for a long time, and began to smoke dry tobacco.

A cigarette after a meal is better than a living fairy.

Zhou Xiaochuan took a look, and the old man seemed to have seldom smoked. He came here so many times and saw him smoke this time.

I didn't ask him to quit either. After smoking for a lifetime, it is estimated that there is no way to quit.

In the afternoon, I accompanied Qin Xiao to study bronze figures for a while.

Play chess with the old man again.

In the evening, he cooked the dumplings prepared at noon, and then he went back with his things.

Walking on the road, Zhou Xiaochuan realized this.

I was going to go on a date, but I wasted another day like this. I knew that the bronze man would not be taken out.

Back home, the little guy has come back from school.

Seeing what Zhou Xiaochuan was carrying, he asked, "Where did you go? Are you looking for your sister-in-law?"

Zhou Xiaochuan patted her head and said with a smile, "Hey, that's right, it's good that you, Sister Xiaoxiao, didn't forget to make dumplings."

When you're done, put things on the table.

When Xiaomi heard this, he smiled and opened the lunch box, which was still hot.

He didn't wash his hands either, just squeezed one and put it in his mouth, and said vaguely, "Well, it's delicious, it's much more delicious than what you have."

Zhou Xiaochuan rolled his eyes, this girl was raised for nothing.

"Xiaochuan, Xiaochuan!"

Just as he was about to speak, there was a burst of shouting from the door.

Zhou Xiaochuan looked out after hearing the words, and saw Wang Weidong standing at the door anxiously, like a hot pot ant.

He frowned, and after thinking for a while, he guessed why he was coming here.

He turned around and walked out of the main room.