"Get out of here quickly, don't stay at my house."
In an alley in the old neighborhood of Suzhou City, an old man with gray hair, sarcastic words and a cold expression sat in the yard smoking a dry cigarette.
He scraped together a few small copper pieces at hand, and scolded Zhang Yuan who was standing at the door without raising his head.
"I won't sell it if I say it won't be sold. It will happen a hundred times if you come back."
This kid has been back and forth for half a year just for the dry tobacco rod in his mouth.
Serving tea and pouring water and being courteous, but the more this happened, the more upset he became. He was used to being alone and didn't need others to be kind to him.
After finishing speaking, there was no reply from Zhang Yuan for a long time. The old man raised his eyes, and there was no trace of doubt in his cold eyes.
Although this kid didn't talk much in the past, he wasn't like a boring gourd. He would occasionally retaliate if he scolded him.
What's going on now? He's like a piece of wood, sitting motionless by the well.
His eyes were vacant and vacant, as if he had lost his soul.
"Ah...Mr. Chen, what did you say?"
At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly woke up.
Just now he touched Mr. Chen's dry tobacco stick, and a strange memory suddenly appeared in his mind.
In my memory, he saved countless lives and injured with his skill as a doctor.
A pair of heavenly eyes, able to read all the world's treasures and seize a large number of cultural relics from the invaders.
Although it was only a short moment, Zhang Yuan seemed to have experienced it personally.
When he came back to his senses, there was already a vast aura in his mind, and as his mind moved, the aura surged into his eyes.
When he looked at the copper coins on the table next to Old Man Chen, a series of messages actually appeared in his mind.
"The Bagua mother's money made by the officials in the late Qing Dynasty is authentic and has a market value of one million!"
This, what is going on?!
Zhang Yuan thought he was dreaming and shaved his ears, but the message was still there!
hiss!
Could it be that I, a peddler of antiques, actually mastered the ability to identify treasures at a glance?!
"Boy, are you sick?"
"Didn't you hear me tell you to get out!" Seeing that Zhang Yuan didn't say a word for a long time, Chen Zhenbang returned to his cold expression.
"If you want me to get out, I'll have to set an example."
Suppressing the excitement in his heart, Zhang Yuan immediately returned to normal. He smiled and didn't care. He was already used to Chen Zhenbang's sarcastic remarks.
He replied shamelessly: "The water has been pumped and the floor has been swept. It's already getting late, so you have to let me have a meal no matter what?"
"Get out, get out quickly, there is no food for you to eat, and I am too poor to afford it myself."
When Chen Zhenbang saw that Zhang Yuan had returned to normal, a trace of undetectable relief flashed in his eyes.
"You can't afford it? Just the few copper pieces in your hand are enough to cover the entire Xiangxue Sea. Don't be so stingy. I'll cook now." Zhang Yuan said.
He came to Chen Zhenbang's house really because of the pipe.
But later I saw that he was lonely and had no relatives, so he often came to help him with his work.
It doesn't matter whether the thing is worth the favor or not. He is also an orphan. When he thinks that he will be like an old man when he is old, he feels pity for him.
"Wait a minute, do you know this thing?"
Chen Zhenbang's pupils shrank when he heard this, and he pointed at the pile of copper sheets in front of his hand and asked.
"certainly."
"Come, tell me what this is."
Chen Zhenbang's face was straight and full of disdain.
"Tsk, what's so difficult about this!"
Zhang Yuan said: "Bagua money is actually money from heaven and earth. It belongs to the money-wearing category, also known as spending money."
"The front is illustrated with the Eight Diagrams, and the back is engraved with the twelve Earthly Branches."
"Origined from Taoist Yishu, people often use this money to ensure safety, and it is usually used to calm the souls of newly born children."
"But this hexagram coin of yours is different from ordinary ones. It is a mother coin made by officials in the late Qing Dynasty. It is worth a lot of money. It's a pity that the gun broke apart. If you put it outside, it can only be covered with copper and jade.
live……"
Bada...
Chen Zhenbang was stunned, and the cigarette rod in his mouth fell directly on the broken wooden table.
"Oh, my dear Chen, please take it easy. If it breaks, it will be in vain."
Zhang Yuan looked distressed.
Chen Zhenbang didn't care about anything else. He stood up suddenly and grabbed Zhang Yuan. His face was trembling and his eyes were red.
No one knew the importance of this hexagram coin to him. In order to restore this hexagram coin, he did not know how many ways he had thought of.
But they can't return to the original state.
Just seeing the cracks on it would bring back painful memories for him, so he would rather let it fall apart.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Yuan actually told him its origin and even said it could be fixed.
"Mr. Chen... you have something to say, so don't be angry."
"Can you really cultivate? And it's not the hemming method outside?"
Chen Zhenbang looked excited, his cloudy eyes sparkling!
How could he not ask people who know how to restore antiques, but no one dared to say that they could repair it through the second method!
"Of course you can. It's so perfect that you can't tell."
Zhang Yuan spoke confidently.
The reason why he was so confident was because just as he scanned the copper coins and obtained the information, he also felt the fluctuation of the vast aura in his body.
It seems that with this breath, he can keep the copper coin intact!
Hearing Zhang Yuan's words, Chen Zhenbang took a breath and said with a choked voice: "You boy... if you can repair it perfectly, not only will I give you the tobacco rod, but I will also give you an old white jade finger ring at home!"
Zhang Yuan's heart felt hot when he heard this.
It was because of that cigarette rod that he suddenly had a memory in his mind. Needless to say, the value of the cigarette rod was obvious, and what Chen Zhenbang had in his hands was never simple.
Now I can get both at the same time, which is a huge profit!
Seeing old man Chen like this again, Zhang Yuan felt a little unbearable in his heart. He took out a piece of paper and handed it over: "Okay, okay, don't cry. You are so old."
"I'll help you repair this thing. It's up to you whether you want to give it to me or not."
After saying that, he sat across from me and snatched away the pieces of copper.
After finding various tools from Old Man Chen's house, Zhang Yuan took a hammer and carefully used a cloth to flatten the deformed copper piece.
Having been in the antique industry for many years, Zhang Yuan naturally knows how to repair antiques, but his skills can only repair some simple problems.
If you want to learn more advanced repair techniques, you must have a master who is willing to teach you.
It's a pity that Zhang Yuan never met anyone willing to teach him.
It stands to reason that repairing this copper coin has long been beyond Zhang Yuan's level, but the sudden extra memories in his mind made him repair it with ease, as skillfully as an experienced master craftsman.
Old man Chen was watching from the side, looking confused.
When he saw Zhang Yuan throwing the copper coins into the red-hot earthen jar, his face instantly turned pale with fright.
"Why did you burn it?"
"I've scared you, don't worry!"
Zhang Yuan smiled confidently and quickly took out the hexagram money with iron pliers.
Shake it gently to shake off the excess copper juice on it.
The copper coin has been completely filled, and even the patina and patina on it are still intact.
No more cracks can be seen, it is as good as ever.
Bang.
A complete sum of money was thrown in front of Chen Zhenbang. He was dumbfounded and then went wild with surprise.