Chu Heng, whose head was only pinched by his legs and not kicked by a donkey, smiled and nodded to the old man, saying, "Yes, I want to buy some more. Do you still have some?"
"There are more." The old man looked at him confused, then glanced at the menacing Mazi group beside him. He couldn't help but feel his legs go weak again, and asked tremblingly: "You...you really don't want to kill me?"
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"I'll kill whatever I want, what age is this? Are you still thinking it was before liberation? If you disagree, you'll take out your gun!" Chu Heng laughed hoarsely: "Besides, it's only a few dollars, am I going to kill you?"
"That's right, that's right. It's not like, it's not like taking the life of this old coffin man for this little money. It's not a crime at all." The old man nodded in agreement, but he still felt unsure, so he asked again: "You really don't think so.
Kill me?"
"Tsk, where did you come from with so much nonsense like you?" Mazi couldn't stand it any longer. He glared fiercely and shouted: "You can answer whatever our Master Chu asks. If you continue to talk nonsense, I'll smash your rotten teeth."
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The old man trembled with fright and hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, I have twelve more at home!"
"Only twelve pieces?" Chu Heng frowned and asked, "Why are there only so few left? I remember you said before that your old man should keep more than twenty pieces. Where are the others?"
"All sold." The old man said tremblingly.
"Where did it go? Can I get it back?" Chu Heng's frown deepened. Something like this that could be fake and real would be useless in other people's hands. It was simply a waste of natural resources!
"A few of these were sold here, and the others were also sold in pigeon markets in places like Langfang, Bazhou, Sanhe, and Xianghe." The old man said with a bitter face: "I will definitely not be able to get them back. I don't even know those people.
buyer."
"Oh, what a pity."
Chu Heng couldn't help but shook his head in regret, but he didn't get too entangled. I was lucky to get it, and I was lucky to lose it.
He looked at the old man who was hunched over in front of him, like a hairless old monkey. He looked at him carefully and said, "Twelve pieces, just twelve. I want them all."
Let's go, man."
The old man didn't dare to refuse, so he nodded murmuringly: "Okay."
Immediately, Wan Xiaotian and others hurriedly packed up their things and followed the old man to walk outside the pigeon market. Mazi's group also followed them, preparing to treat Chu Heng and the others to a drink when the matter was over.
A group of about twenty people walked swaggeringly through the crowded Pigeon Market. Because there were pockmarks in the way, many people avoided them like snakes and scorpions. Therefore, their journey was smooth, and in a short time, they were out of the way.
After walking out of the market, Chu Heng and Mazi separated at the door to pick up their respective bicycles.
After a while.
Chu Heng and the others retrieved their bicycles and came to the intersection to wait for Mazi and others who had gone to the urban-rural fringe area to pick up their bicycles.
Yan Muze was led by Chu Heng and was standing next to Chu Heng holding the tripod.
He looked at the object in his hand, and then at the old man with a sad face, doubting his life.
Damn!
This tripod is actually fake!
This, this, this...how is this possible!
Where is the fake thing?
Old Yan chewed his teeth hard, held the tripod and looked at it for a while, but he still couldn't see where it was fake.
The craftsmanship, shape, decoration, and inscriptions are all on point, and the coating is thick. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a door-opener!
He did not suspect that the old man was lying.
Who is not stupid enough to take the real thing and call it fake?
Isn’t this just looking for illness?
"Coming!"
At this time, a younger brother shouted.
A group of people all looked towards the urban-rural fringe, and saw Mazi and others riding their bicycles, riding towards this direction.
That's right, it's just wobbly.
There are ten people in total, but there are only two bicycles, and there are five bicycles hanging on each bicycle!
But should I mention it, the skills of the two guys on the bike are really good. They can still ride the bike even though they are like this. With this ability, if they go to Brother Asan's place, they must be at least a squad leader.
!
Not for a while.
Mazi and his group rode up to Chu Heng and the others, and they rushed over without even daring to stop and say hello.
Mazi, who was sitting on the beam of a car, didn't forget to turn around and explain: "Master Chu, it's not convenient for us to get off the car. You guys should ride faster and lead from the front!"
"Oh, it would be a pity for these people not to perform acrobatics."
Chu Heng shook his head speechlessly, then called everyone to get in the car and chased after him. Under the guidance of the old man, he entered the county town all the way.
After twists and turns, the group finally arrived near the shanty town.
The old man's home is on the street next door. It is a small single-family courtyard with three dilapidated old houses. The walls of the courtyard have collapsed in several places, making it look crumbling.
It can be seen from this that their family's life must not be very good, otherwise they would not even repair the wall.
"This is it."
A group of people stopped in front of the door. The old man took out the key, opened the courtyard door, and led them in.
After Chu Heng entered, he used the moonlight to look at the gap in the courtyard wall where his crotch could not even be scratched. He felt that the old man's move was really a bit of taking off his pants and farting, which was completely unnecessary.
They made a lot of noise when they came in, and the old man's family who were sleeping in the house were immediately awakened.
I saw the lights in the east room of the three rooms suddenly turned on, and then an old woman's voice came from the house: "Lao Bao?"
"It's me!"
The old man hurriedly responded, walked quickly to the window, and explained to the people inside: "There are a few guests who want to buy things. I'll bring them back and have a look. You can sleep in your room."
"Oh." The old woman responded and turned off the light again.
"Masters, come with me."
Seeing this, the old man stepped back, made an invitation gesture to Chu Heng and others with a smile on his face, and led them to the room on the west side.
When he came to the door, he took out the key and opened the lock. The old man opened the door and walked in. Then he stretched his hand on the wall and pulled off the light cord. A dim light came on in the dark room.
This room should be a utility room. It is very messy. All kinds of useful and useless things are scattered everywhere. There is almost no place to put your feet.
The old man struggled to move a few wooden stakes used as firewood that were blocking the door, and walked into the house first.
Chu Heng was the first to follow, followed by Yan Muze, Wan Xiaotian and Mazi. The others tried to enter, but found that they had no place to stay and could only stay outside.
After the old man entered the house, he led Chu Heng and the others directly to the southwest corner of the house. There were more than a dozen bronzes piled in the corner like garbage, mostly in the style of the Shang and Zhou dynasties.
Yan Muze stepped forward first, picked up a square pot and looked at it carefully, then picked up a bronze pot and looked at it repeatedly, and finally put it on the ground with a look of despair, two words echoing in his mind,
