Hua Zhao held Ye Fang in his arms and walked out of the corridor and the community with a burning gaze on his back.
Ye Fang suddenly stuffed 20 yuan into her hand: "Let's play outside all day. If you're hungry, find a restaurant to eat. I'll get off work at 6pm, and you'll come back later."
"No need, aunt, I have money!" Hua Zhao pushed back.
"What's yours is yours, and what I've given you is what I've given you. Don't be ridiculous and make people laugh."
It was early in the morning during work hours, and people were coming and going, so it was really difficult to push around. Hua Zhao was not someone who liked pushing around, so she accepted it.
Ye Fang was kind to her, and she would repay him twice as much.
Ye Fang smiled, patted her hand, and went to work.
Hua Zhao got on the bus to Liulichang.
What was the most worth visiting in 1976? Not parks, not shopping malls, but a unique product of this era: cultural relic shops.
Cultural relics and antiques have been good things since ancient times, everyone knows that.
Ten years ago, when the initial madness was over, cultural relics and antiques were still good things, and there were specialized stores to buy them, but the price was extremely cheap, a bowl for one yuan, a painting for a few yuan.
Then sell them to senior officials above level 13 or foreign guests to earn foreign exchange.
Of course, some stores only accept but do not sell, and some can sell some ordinary things to ordinary people.
Hua Zhao went for this "general" thing. Things that would be worth millions or even tens of millions in later generations were just "general" at this time.
For example, the paintings of Zhang Daqian and Qi Baishi.
After getting off the bus, Hua Zhao started searching on the roadside.
She had never visited a cultural relics store in her previous life. She heard from an elderly client that there was a cultural relics store in this area back then, and it was full of good things. Now, the items in it can be bought in the center of Shanghai.
of a building!
But at that time, it was only sold for a cabbage price.
He found a few "cabbages" there, and in the 1990s, he got his first pot of gold and became rich.
That's it, he regretted it to the point of turning green, because if he waits for another 20 years, his few "cabbages" can be exchanged for a mountain of gold. It will be more than what he earned in 20 years of hard work.
Hua Zhao searched all the way and suddenly saw a cabbage shop on the roadside, no, a cultural relics shop.
She walked in and immediately smelled a strong stale smell, even a bit musty.
The room was large and dark, like a supply and marketing agency, with counters and shelves, but the items sold were all "junk".
There are three clerks in the house, guarding three walls.
Seeing Hua Zhao coming in, the three people's eyes lit up.
It's rare to see a little girl come to a store like theirs, and she's such a pretty girl.
"What are you here to sell?" an old man in his sixties looked at Hua Zhao, then stared at the schoolbag behind her and asked.
At his age, he is no longer interested in little girls, he only likes babies.
Seeing that he had a good attitude, Hua Zhao walked over and said with a smile, "I want to buy something. Is there anything that ordinary people can buy?"
That's it. The old man pointed to the west and said, "Everything over there is fine."
Hua Zhao turned around and looked, a little surprised.
On the counter over there are various knick-knacks, on the shelf behind there are volumes of unopened calligraphy and paintings, and the floor in the corner is filled with porcelain jars.
There are so many options.
Hua Zhao happily walked towards the cabbage patch.
The guy at the counter was also very happy.
"Girl, what do you want to buy? Here are some jade bracelets, they are very beautiful." He took out a jewelry box from the counter, which contained seven or eight jade bracelets, as well as several earrings, rings and other small items.