"You're awake! You had a high fever last night. I carried you back."
"I know," I sat up from the bed, rubbed my head and said, "Thank you, little brother."
"hey-hey."
The skinny boy scratched his head and smiled, showing his white teeth.
"Young man, wake up, where did you come from? Come on, you are drinking a bowl of ginger tea, and you are not feeling well yet."
"Thank you, sis."
I held the bowl and said with a smile: "Sister, I am a foreigner here for tourism. I heard people say that our place is a mosquito-free village."
The eldest sister smiled and said: "I think so. No one in our village can afford a car. Yes, I have never seen a mosquito since I was a child. I heard from the elders that it is related to the toad stone in the village. They say that toads are
There is a toad god living in the stone, so no poisonous mosquitoes within a radius of more than ten miles dare to come close."
"What, mother! What era are you in! Those are all feudal and superstitious ideas of yours. I also grew up in the village. Why haven't I seen the Toad God?"
The skinny boy said proudly: "The Jiangsu TV station came to our village the year before last, and several powerful experts also came. I followed them to see it, and the experts all figured out the secret of why there are no mosquitoes in our village."
I sat cross-legged on the bed, took a sip of ginger tea and asked, "Oh, really, what do the experts say?"
The skinny boy gestured: "We all live high in our village. Because the drainage ditches are well repaired, there will be no accumulation of water in the village. If there is no accumulation of water, there will naturally be no stagnant water. Without stagnant water, mosquitoes cannot live."
"In addition, we have many camphor trees here, and there are camphor trees everywhere on the mountain. Experts say that female mosquitoes only suck human blood, while male mosquitoes drink tree sap. Camphor tree sap has the effect of repelling mosquitoes. The male mosquitoes will leave if they have nothing to eat, and the female mosquitoes will
Naturally, he will not stay in our village."
The skinny boy is very articulate and speaks in one sentence.
I analyzed the reasons he said and asked: "Camphor tree has a certain repellent effect, but it has little effect on mosquitoes. If you don't believe me, take a look and see which brand of toilet water or mosquito repellent incense has camphor tree in the ingredient list, right?"
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"This." The skinny boy scratched his head vigorously.
"Haha," I said with a smile: "You can't blindly believe what the experts say. Your local county chronicle has written that this place has been mosquito-free for thousands of years. The county chronicle will not write nonsense. If you think about it, a thousand years ago, your village's drainage ditch was
Is it repaired so well?"
"Damn! Brother, you are so awesome. How come you know everything."
I said of course, there was nothing I didn’t know.
After breakfast, I ran back to the car and took a look. I was still relieved to see my bag. When I came back, I saw the eldest sister chasing the skinny boy around the yard with a stick.
"Stop hitting me! Mom! Stop hitting me! I was wrong!"
The skinny boy held a tattered thick book in his hand and shouted over his shoulder as he ran.
The eldest sister stopped, holding a stick in her hand, and panting: "You stinky boy! If you have the guts, don't run away, I can't beat you to death!"
"What's wrong, sis?"
"Hey, little brother, you are laughing. This brat doesn't do his job every day! He doesn't even do his homework! He only reads those crappy books!"
My first reaction was that the skinny boy peeked at the "pornographic book" and was caught by his mother.
"Sister, children are not born. They need to be educated. This kind of book is actually nothing. You have to save some face for her."
"That's right, brother is right."
The skinny boy came over and said, "Listen, Mom, as long as you don't let me read it, my book is full of knowledge! You can use it in the future!"
I glared at the thin boy, meaning to say to him: "Shut up, damn it. Do you mean you still want to find a female classmate to fight with? You are going to shake the world."
"Why do you look at me like this? My books are indeed full of knowledge."
After that, he opened the book and let me read it.
I was stunned. This thick book turned out to be a book about copper coins from past dynasties, called the Catalog of Ancient Coins, edited by Hua Guangpu. I had read it a few years ago. People in the industry called it "Hua Pu" and it was an introduction to copper coin collection.
Level reading material.
"You brat, you don't do your homework! You read this crappy book every day! You even spent all the pocket money I gave you to buy crappy stuff. Don't think I don't know!" The eldest sister raised her stick and wanted to hit her again.
I was so happy that this skinny boy looked exactly like me back then. He didn't do his job every day. He was just carved from the same mold.
Maybe I was more naughty than him back then? I was thinking about how to fake it when I was twelve years old. I wrote "Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty" with a watercolor pen under the bowl where my milk was eaten. After I wrote it, I burned it with a candle and finally buried it.
When we arrived under the apple tree in the yard, my grandma couldn't find the bowl she was eating in. She asked me if I had seen it, and I said I accidentally broke it and threw it away.
I persuaded the eldest sister.
The skinny boy thought he had found a soulmate, so he forced me to visit his collection.
In his house, he collected dozens of broken bottles, large jars, broken bowls and basins, etc., with many varieties.
After a few minutes, he came over with another drawer and showed it to me. It was a drawer full of old copper coins, and there was also a big Yuan.
"How about it, brother, look at it, these are my collections over the past few years."
I glanced at it briefly and asked, "Where did you get it? Did you pay for it?"
"No, I don't have any money. This all belongs to my classmates. They didn't want it, so they gave it to me."
"Haha! What a good boy, you have a lot of skills."
"Do you understand these things?"
He shook his head.
"Let me tell you, that bottle is of light crimson color and dates from the early Republic of China. If you don't believe me, if you turn the bottle around, there must be one of the four era names written on the back: Yichou, Bingyin, Dingmao, and Wuchen."
He ran over to read it and immediately said: "It's amazing! It was written in the year of Yichou! Brother, how did you know this without even looking at it!" .??.
I smiled and said I didn’t need to look at it at all. Besides, if you turn over those blue and white plates, you’d see a very scrawled blue and white pattern on the bottom.
"Yes! Yes!"
I explained: "These types of models are all monogrammed, not official kiln models, because the painters are not right. These are the characteristics of the era of the utensils."
"What about this, bro? I read in the book that this glaze color is the crab-shell green in the tea powder glaze, right?"
"Don't read randomly. It's just a big pickle jar. If you don't clean it, it won't be the same color after you clean it."
"Oh, then look at these copper coins I collected."
I picked it up twice and said it was good.
In fact, everything is very ordinary, at least in my eyes.
Unexpectedly, the skinny boy suddenly knelt down for me.
He hugged my feet and said loudly: "Master! You can accept me as your apprentice! I can see that you are a master! You have the ability, master!"
"Let go! Why are you holding my feet?"
"Don't let me go! If you don't accept me as your disciple! I won't let you go! Even if I die!"
"Zhou Cao, how old are you? How can you be thicker-skinned than me?"
"Master, just accept me!"
He rubbed it so hard that his nose got on my trouser leg.
"Okay, okay, get up."
He didn't hesitate and immediately kowtowed to me three times, bang bang bang.
It was then that I realized that this child was not something in the pond. Given time, it would transform into a butterfly from a cocoon and fly out of the mountain village.
"Master, I still don't know what your name is?"
"My name is Xiang Yunfeng, what's yours?"
"Master, my name is Huang Longkou. Master, please drink some water." He brought the water and handed it to me.
"Well, let's see. I see that your collection is all porcelain and copper coins. You choose one of these two, and I will only teach you one."
He hesitated for a long time and said: "Then let's take copper coins. Porcelain is too expensive and I can't afford it."
"That's okay, but I can only stay for two days at most. It's up to you how much you can remember."
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In 5 years, Northern Copper has not compiled it yet. Northern Copper only came out in 2008. I started teaching him from here, because the copper coins of the Northern Song Dynasty are the cheapest and can be bought for a few cents, but there are many precious ones that can be picked up.
version.
Until Beijing Copper came out, the information gap in the past three years was his greatest asset.
From day to night, from night to day.
I told him everything I knew, heard, and understood. He took the notebook he used to write math homework and wrote it all down. If he didn’t understand something, he would keep asking me. Of course, I also knew everything.
Word.
Nowadays, there are many first-class coins or honorary items in Bei Copper. We didn't call them that at that time, but they are not too different.
In total, the thin boy should have memorized nearly a hundred first-class coins, because he didn't have rubbings or pictures at the time. Most of them were dictated by me and he imagined them. Later, he also drew many versions, which are basically the same as the actual ones in my mind.
Consistent, it can be seen from this that he has talent.
Like these, Daguan Tongbao small parallel book copper coins, Xining Tongbao, Xining Chongbao direct reading, Shaosheng Tongbao spiral reading, Xining Yuanbao big character Angning, Xiangfu Yuanbao folded into ten, Tiansheng Yuanbao folded into money, Tiansheng Yuanbao sent to Guo
Edition, Mingdao Yuanbao Zheqian, Tianxi Qiaoweitong, Jingde Yuanbao Sibiyuan, Jingyou Yuanbao Caoyuan, etc., etc., there are many, and the fonts are all involved, running script, cursive script, seal script, official script, etc.
I also told him the methods for detecting counterfeiting of coins, including changes in engraving, sand casting, digging out characters, new casting of old copper and other characteristics.
The skinny boy was only fifteen years old at that time. A few years later, he did an amazing thing in Beijing. Even Meimei of Yongzhou Meiqian Hall heard about the boy's name "Huanglongkou".
At that time, six little devils came to the Baoguo Temple Coin Market in Beijing. From the money piles of major coin shops, these little devils specially selected Taiping Tongbao, Song and Yuan Tongbao with a diameter of more than 27 meters, as well as some ordinary coins with good characters.
Copper coins.
I didn't take it seriously at first. Those sold to little devils were very cheap.
At that time, the concept of Song Dynasty mother coins and individual Song Dynasty trial coins was very weak, and even many merchants did not have this concept. The kid bought a lot of them for thirty or fifty yuan a piece.
The thin boy felt that this was something unusual. He was the quickest to figure out the concept of "Song Yuan's Mother".
He went against the kid and made a desperate move, spending hundreds of thousands on it, and forced the price of some copper coins that were originally sold for 50 yuan on the market to more than 10,000 yuan!
Those little devil collectors were so angry that they were jumping up and down, because now everyone knew about it, and they couldn't pick it up anymore.
Although there are no street stalls in Baoguo Temple now, everyone who knew about this in the early years would always give a thumbs up to a young man named Huang Longkou and say five words.
"Mr. Huang is awesome."
This chapter has been completed!