When Chu Heng walked into the cultural relics store, Yan Muze and the others were not there yet, and no one was lighting the briquette stove. The room was dark and cold.
He felt familiar with the wall at the door, quickly grabbed the light cord and pulled it off.
"Crack."
The pale yellow light turned on instantly.
"Just talking nonsense."
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"Hey, I just want to give it a try, just in case it's valuable." Lao Zhang hurriedly wrapped the chamber pot in brown paper and stuffed it back into the bag, and took out a porcelain plate with a peculiar shape.
"...It's over!"
Jiang Keba ran away again with a long tone.
"Don't worry, I've found him a long time ago and I guess he'll be here soon." Chu Heng said with a smile.
Chu Heng, who was sitting behind the counter smoking, recognized Lao Zhang at first glance. Although he was wearing a mask, his figure and eyes were easy to identify, so he greeted with a smile: "Brother, what are you carrying?
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Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao was here. As soon as old man Yan finished speaking, Zhang opened the door and walked in.
Chu Heng looked at him funny and ordered: "Go, get some briquettes and come back and light the stove for me."
I took out more than ten items in a row, but they were not good items. The most valuable thing was a chamber pot from the late Qing Dynasty. I don’t know how many generations it has been used. It was all very pickled. As soon as I took it out.
It filled the room with excitement!
"Clang!"
Jiang Keba immediately got up and went out. He quickly went to Cen Hao's shop and brought back a few glasses. Then he sat down with a self-awareness, holding a glass of water, and listened quietly to Chu Heng and the three of them talking about the past and the present.
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"What's wrong? You old boy still want to be lazy?"
Lao Zhang first placed a rough-made blue and white porcelain bowl on the cabinet.
Although Chu Heng has lost his parents since he was young, his family is still wealthy, so he has only heard of this poor man's way of eating, but has never tried it. He thinks it is very new and wants to try it.
Then the two of them chatted stumblingly about the matter of staring at Shi'er. At about eleven o'clock, Yan Muze, who was dressed in a satin jacket and had his hair combed meticulously, and looked very respectable, walked in with a few steps.
"Take it, take it, are you crazy because of poverty or something? Who can take this thing?" Chu Heng covered his nose with black lines on his head and hid far away.
After the two old acquaintances exchanged a few polite words, they came to the counter together.
"Sit down, Master Zhang." Chu Heng pulled the stool over to Zhang. He was about to pour another cup of tea, but he couldn't find the tea cup after searching around a few times. He hurriedly told Jiang Keba: "Go get some cups."
The first ones to come were some traders carrying large and small bags. After they came in, they found their favorite spots to spread out their stalls, and then sat on the mats, smoking cigarettes and waiting quietly for the market to open.
"Well, are you still strong and strong?"
Chu Heng smiled, picked up the tea that had just been brewed on the counter, poured a few cups, and waved, "Here, take a drink of hot water to keep yourself warm."
Because the price is calculated by the piece, the size of the meat in the pot varies, so customers have to keep their eyes wide open when selecting the meat to avoid making mistakes, so it is called staring food.
"Crack!"
"No problem." Chu Heng stretched out his hand and gestured to the counter: "Take out the things and put them on top."
Lao Zhang bared his teeth and smiled: "Hey, they are all old things in the family. Some of them are left by our ancestors. Some of them I don't know what they are. Please give them a look."
Soon, Lao Zhang carried the sack to the outside of the cultural relics store, opened the door and walked in with a hopeful look on his face.
Lao Zhang walked forward carrying the things, put the bag at his feet, and then started to take out the things.
"Eh?"
"It's only one cent!" Lao Zhang was greatly disappointed when he heard this. The purpose of his coming today was to buy that piece of Engner, which was enough for one cent, so he continued to take it out.
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"Hey, if you can invite him here, it will be a lot easier for me." Yan Muze was happy when he heard this. You must know that Zhang Yiyan is famous for being fast and accurate, and he is an absolute good partner.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while!" Yan Muze put down his tea cup in surprise and came forward. He held his hands solemnly and said in greeting, "Can you come in?"
"Hey, this is quite fresh. I have to try it tonight." Chu Heng raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, his interest aroused.
In this way, the time soon came to half past eleven, and people began to come to the market.
At this moment, a gong sound came from outside, announcing to everyone that the pigeon market was open.
"Who are you looking for?" Old Yan asked curiously.
Staring food is a specialty of Sijiu City in the early years. It should be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China when it was popular among the poor.
Chu Heng could tell at a glance that this thing was not worth much. Just as he was about to pick it up and take a closer look, Zhang at the side said at a glance: "The rough porcelain bowl from the Republic of China is not worth much. If you want to sell it, just sell it."
Collected by cents."
"Come on, it's really cold today." Old Yan walked forward a few steps without sitting down. He lay half-ly on the counter, picked up the tea and took a sip before looking at himself.
Chu Heng came and asked, "Master Chu, are you looking for anyone today?"
"He is also tough and cheerful!"
Chu Heng stepped forward and took a look at the briquette stove in the house. Seeing that there was no primer inside, he turned around and shouted outside: "Here comes a living person!"
When Chu Heng heard this, he immediately retracted his hand and did not look at the blue and white bowl again. He still trusted Zhang Yiyan's eyes.
"Open your eyes."
He used a shovel to carry a few pieces of red briquettes back and forth, and skillfully started to light the fire for the briquette stove. He was still chatting with Chu Heng: "Chu Chuchu... Master, three... three
Master...made...a...big pot, let's talk about...eat...eat...staring food at night."
Chu Heng and the other three people were already disappointed with the contents of Lao Zhang's sack. Seeing this, Chu Heng and the other three people all looked at him and looked over at them in unison.
As for his tongue, when there are more than two people chatting, he is basically unable to interrupt and can only be a listener.
"Um?"
By the time it was almost twelve o'clock, the stalls in the market were already overcrowded, but you could still see some scammers entering the market, and the number of people was far higher than yesterday.
"Okay, okay..."
"Come...come, come...!"
"Okay."
The way to make it is to boil bits and pieces of pork or other meat in a pot, and then sell it with the soup and meat. Customers don't have tables and chairs, so they just have a pancake, something like a fire, and use chopsticks to remove the meat from the pot.
Eat with pieces of meat in the middle.
Before he could even finish his words, a response came from outside, and then Jiang Keba ran in with a long voice.
Among them was Lao Zhang. After he came home yesterday, he sorted out almost all the old things in the house and put them into a big sack. He carried it here today to see if there was anything valuable inside.
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Seeing Chu Heng and Jiang Keba in the room, he smiled and cupped his hands: "What are you two talking about? It's so lively?"
Immediately afterwards, those customers who had come in advance and were stopped outside the market swarmed in. Those who had been here yesterday rushed to those shops with clear goals, while those who had not been there were looking around.
soon.
"Secret porcelain?"
Chu Heng picked up the thing and held it in front of him to look at it carefully.
