After dinner, Ye Yuze still had tea with Mr. Zheng, while Lao Rou accompanied Na Wu to continue fiddling with the little rag until twelve o'clock in the evening. Mr. Zheng couldn't help but go back to sleep, so Wu said goodbye with him.

It was so late, so Ye Yuze naturally didn't dare to let them leave by themselves. Mr. Zheng was easy to say, and he would get home after leaving the courtyard gate. But the fifth master Ye Yuze really didn't know where he lived? He wanted to drive.

Na Wu waved his hand: "I'm in the alley next to you, you don't have to send it away." After saying that, he took his legs and wanted to leave by himself.

Ye Yuze was not at ease, so he helped Lao Rou walk back. It was said that it was the alley next to him, but the alley was separated from them, and the alley was very narrow. A three-wheeled car came over. I guess the people on the opposite side had to close to the wall to stagger.

The doors of the five families are not small, but they are very dilapidated. And the door is open. Ye Yuze was wondering why no one at home still had the door open. His legs had already stepped in. He looked up and understood.

It turned out that this was a large slum, and the so-called large slum was originally a courtyard house. Later, there were more families living in, and each family built it privately. The yard was barely accessible.

Na Wu lived in a three-entry yard, and he lived in the east of the last. After asking, he realized that the entire yard was originally from Na Wu, but later it was confiscated. The street arranged for some houseless households to live in. As the number of families that first entered grew, the population in the yard exploded.

In the eighth year, the policy was implemented, and the property rights of the house were re-assigned to the five. However, the people in the yard were no longer able to drive them out, so the Housing Management Bureau had to use these people as tenants and pay rent to the five on time every month.

However, the rent is not given to the five, but to the housing management bureau. The family is one yuan and five yuan a month. Now there are six families living in the yard, including the five yuan, so those five can get 6 yuan and five cents from the housing management bureau every month.

However, all of these five families have children and have passed the marriage order. They built the houses in the yard themselves. This family does not pay rent and says it is not a formal house.

No one has a job, so there is no pension. However, because he is in the antique industry, there are always people looking for him, so naturally no one can use him in vain. Every time he does work, he will be given three or two yuan. In this way, a few times a month will be enough for him to have a meal.

After entering his room, he turned on the lights, and the room was dark. It turned out that the old man had covered the windows with newspapers. There was a smell of mold in the room, and I don’t know what was emitted.

After arranging him to lie down, Ye Yuze took Lao Ru home. Lao Ru was very excited along the way, as if he wanted to say something, but after looking around, he didn't say anything. It was not until he inserted the yard door and the house door that he came to Ye Yuze and whispered:

"Yuze, Master just identified us. There are a few good things that I said I would not be allowed to sell, and it will be worth a lot of money in the future!"

At the beginning, Ye Yuze also listened for a while and asked, "Are you talking about those copper coins?"

Lao Rou kept nodding, Ye Yuze was worried that he would shake his head off. "He said how much is worth now?"

Lao Rou picked out two copper coins with Xianfeng’s treasure and put them in Ye Yuze’s hand. Ye Yuze weighed the heavy ones, which seemed to be much heavier than other copper coins.

"Please keep these two! Master said you can't sell them for 200,000 yuan!" Lao Rou solemnly instructed.

Ye Yuze was startled, "You can't sell these two things for less than 200,000 yuan? Only a fool would spend 200,000 yuan to buy such things!"

The old man looked serious: "It's not that the two are worth 200,000, but each is worth 200,000!"

Ye Yuze originally wanted to tease him, is he crazy about money? As a result, after thinking about it, Mr. Zheng could not invite an unreliable person to himself. Is there really good things?

Ye Yuze asked, "Then how much did you spend on these two things?"

Lao Ru scratched his head embarrassedly: "This was for free when I spent 50 cents to buy that jar, so I didn't ask for money. The master said that the jar could be sold on the market, and it could be sold after 500. That thing was from the folk kilns in the late Qing Dynasty and was worthless."

Ye Yuze almost sprayed a sip of water that he had just drunk into his mouth. He looked at the old meat with curiosity: "Brother, tell me, how much did you spend for the five hundred yuan I gave you?"

Xu Laoru took out the money with some distress and handed it to Ye Yuze. The money spent on eating on the road in the past two days cost a total of 32 yuan and 48 cents.

Ye Yuze didn't want to talk in an instant. He couldn't afford to lose this person. He got the hundreds of thousands of things back, and the cost was 20 yuan. Is this still reasonable? He threw the money back and went to bed.

At night, Lao Rou was lying on the bed toss and turned and couldn't sleep. He made Ye Yuze so loud that he couldn't sleep. He drove him to the west room and let him go to the pancakes himself, so he couldn't afford it.

Early the next morning, Lao Rou ran out while Ye Yuze was practicing. He bought a bunch of breakfast, such as tofu brain, bean juice, sesame cakes, fried dough sticks, and buns.

Ye Yuze looked at him and asked, "Who are you planning to deliver it to?"

Lao Rou looked at him even more strangely: "This is our two. I just sent it to you by Master. Don't you have breakfast?"

Ye Yuze didn't want to talk anymore, so he grabbed a sesame cake wrapped in fried dough sticks and started eating. He was tired. He was full of a set of sesame cakes and fried dough sticks. The remaining three sesame cakes and two fried dough sticks were added to a dozen buns and a bowl of soy sauce, and all the old meat was cleaned.

But I was obviously uncomfortable when drinking soy juice, as if I was pinching my nose and pouring it down. Ye Yuze couldn't stand it anymore and advised: "If you don't like to drink, don't drink it, I won't drink that stuff like a rotten slurry."

Lao Rou shook his head firmly: "What people in the capital like to drink must be good things. People here are so smart, how could they not drink good things? My master also wants this."

Ye Yuze expressed great admiration. The theory was simple and direct. Although there would be deviations, the general direction would not be wrong. This is the mentality of herds. But what made him even more admired was the appetite of Laozi. No wonder he could ride 300 kilometers with two big baskets. This is even more powerful than lightning.

After dinner, Ye Yuze followed Lao Rou to Panjiayuan. It was a morning market. Originally, some rural people came to sell some vegetables and local specialties. I don’t know when, but more antiques, calligraphy and paintings were sold here. Then slowly squeezed out other stalls and became a simple antique market.

This market is very distinctive. The stalls are almost set up at dawn. The stalls will definitely be closed before 11 o'clock, so it is called the morning market.
Chapter completed!