In the woods, the old man was panting and walking through the trees, and the two younger brothers behind him were chasing after him gnashing their teeth. The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer.
This old man is already so old and frail. It is difficult to walk even a few steps. How can he outrun two strong young men?
Even if he is familiar with the surrounding environment and can take advantage of the geographical location, it will not help.
After a while, the two younger brothers caught up with him.
At this time, they naturally no longer care about respecting the elderly and loving the young. One of the taller brothers flew over and kicked the old man down, causing him to gnaw his shit and throw him to the ground.
Another shorter man quickly rushed forward, grabbed the old man's arm and twisted it behind his back to capture him.
"Ouch, it's broken, my arm is going to be broken!"
The old man cried out pitifully and struggled violently.
"Be honest!"
The short boy pulled the old man up fiercely and cursed: "Old man, you dare to fight Master Chu. I think you are tired of living!"
"Stop talking nonsense and take the person back quickly. I don't know how Master Chu is doing." The tall boy was a little worried about Chu Heng. He came over and walked back with him, pressing the old man to the left and the right.
Not long after.
The three of them returned to the stall.
Chu Heng was just a little better at this time. Although he could open his eyes, his eyeballs were still sore and he was still crying.
He squinted his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the embarrassed old man, his expression flashed, and then he asked: "Do you still remember me?"
He was already very sure that there must be something wrong with this old man, but he still couldn't guess what the problem was for a while, so he was ready to deceive him first.
"Remember, remember."
The old man, whose arm was almost broken, gave him a flattering smile with a painful look on his face and begged for mercy: "Young man, can you go around me for a while? I had no choice but to lie to others. My son is dead and my daughter is unfilial. I have to
Life."
"Liar?"
Chu Heng's heart moved, his red eyes widened in shock, and asked: "Is that bronze sword fake?"
"ah?"
Hearing his question, the old man immediately guessed that Ya didn't see anything wrong with the bronze sword at all. He was just trying to scare himself because of his guilty conscience, and he was immediately filled with annoyance.
As a result, the old man rolled his eyes and hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's true, that sword is real!"
"You still dare to play tricks with me?"
Chu Heng snorted coldly. Compared to the old man's timid temperament, he waved his hands to the two younger brothers with a stern face and threatened: "Take them away, find a deserted place, break one leg first, if you don't tell the truth,
, just keep knocking, sometimes pry open the mouth and sometimes pull it down!"
"clear!"
The two younger brothers believed it, and dragged the old man towards the woods with a fierce look.
The old man was frightened immediately. He was timid, so he didn't dare to risk whether he was trying to scare him. He was as anxious as an old monkey who just wanted to get out of the frying pan. He jumped up and down and struggled, saying: "No, no, no, I said,
I said it’s not okay, that bronze sword is fake, it’s fake, it was made by my father when he was still alive to deceive people!”
"etc."
Chu Heng waved his hand to stop them, walked up to the old man who was staring at him, and said, "Tell me more about it, what happened to that sword?"
The old man also saw that they were ruthless, and was frightened out of fear. He told the old man like he was pouring beans through a bamboo tube: "My old man learned the unique skill of making fake antiques from others in his early years, and he is especially good at bronzes.
.”
"Before liberation, there were many foreign devils and little devils collecting antiques everywhere, so he thought of it and made a batch of fake bronzes and wanted to sell them to them."
"I made a total of forty pieces at the beginning, but unfortunately only a dozen were sold in the end. My old man buried the rest under the ground of my old house. A few days ago, my family needed money, so I took them out.
, the bronze sword in your hand is one of them."
At this point, the old man lowered his head and continued feebly: "Master, I have said everything I need to say. I can repay you double the money I collect from you. Please just let me go. At home,
I still have a little grandson to raise, and he can’t live without me!”
Chu Heng looked at him hatefully, feeling ashamed and annoyed.
Damn!
In my previous life, I had my eyes opened. In this life, I read books, received guidance from famous teachers, and developed my internal skills to such a high level that I actually got my eyes opened!
Can I lose my reputation as Chu Zhouzhou or what?
Am I such a waste?
Am I not suitable for playing with antiques?
Chu Heng was a little doubtful about life...
In fact, it doesn’t matter whether it’s money or not, he just feels ashamed!
It's a good thing he didn't show off the bronze sword to anyone, otherwise this man would have been thrown into the grandma's house!
He glanced at the three-legged cauldron on the stall, picked it up with a dark face, and looked at it again with a flashlight. It seemed that Dute Niang's was real, so he asked with a fluke mentality: "Is this cauldron what it is?"
Real or fake?”
"It's fake, my old man made this too." The old man said hurriedly.
"Tsk!"
Chu Heng only felt a toothache, and his life had become boring.
Forget it, destroy it!
He took out a cigarette and lit one, looking up at the night sky with a depressed expression, and then reluctantly set his eyes on the tripod.
After looking for a while, he still didn't find any clues, so the guy rolled his eyes and told the two boys to wait here while he walked back with the tripod.
He was going to go find Yan Muze and have a look. If even the old man couldn't see any problem, it wasn't that he was incompetent, but that the enemy was too cunning!
After all, I still don’t want to admit that I am a waste...
Chu Heng walked quickly and returned to the stall in less than ten minutes.
By this time, Mazi had left, and the stall had almost sold out of grain and oil.
When Wan Xiaotian saw him coming back, he happily reported: "Master Chu, it's almost four hundred!"
How could Chu Heng care about this? He pulled him over and asked, "Is Old Man Yan back?"
"No." Wan Xiaotian shook his head.
"Go ahead and sell it."
Chu Heng let go of him and carried the three-legged tripod in the direction where Yan Muze left.
After searching for a while, he found the old man in front of a stall selling old items.
Chu Heng walked forward quickly, pulled up Yan Muze who was holding a jade pendant and looked at it, handed over the three-legged tripod in his hand, and asked: "Master Yan, please take a look, how is this tripod."
"Wait a minute."
The old man hurriedly put down the jade pendant, took the tripod and looked at it carefully. Several other customers who were interested in antiques at the stall also gathered over to join in the fun.
After just watching for a while.
Yan Muze nodded and said thoughtfully: "This is a Songding tripod. Judging from the shape and quality, it should be from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is a good thing with a wide opening!"
"Are you sure? You read it right? Is it true?" Chu Heng's eyes widened in surprise.
Let me just say, how could I, Da Daheng, be a waste!
His question made Yan Muze feel a little unconfident, so he looked at it again and finally said with certainty: "That's right, this is indeed the Songding Tripod from the Western Zhou Dynasty."
Several guests nearby also nodded in agreement.
"Young man is very lucky to have found such a good item."
"This tripod is indeed from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Look at its ears and legs."
