I had a pain in my legs and stomach, and it took me two days in an Internet cafe to feel better.
On the third day, I was dragging two giant trolley suitcases and carrying a large camouflage-colored backpack, and went to the city to find a place to sell goods so that I could pay for Ye Zi, because she was annoying me to death as she pressed me every day.
If I remember correctly, when I came out from Mohe to sell goods, I brought eleven pieces of porcelain with me, including two large trolley suitcases and one bag.
I was beaten and had no money to eat. At Exit D of Panjiayuan Subway Station, just outside the North Gate, there were rows of chairs. I pulled my suitcase and sat on the chair and fell asleep. It seemed that I was looking at passers-by with fear.
Don't dare to talk loudly to people in the city.
Grass.
Now I am no longer Wu Xia Amon. I am still holding a box, but my walking momentum is different. I have more than 3 million in my card, all of which I earned myself.
"Uncle, are you leaving the village? Can you take me with you?"
A man was riding a tricycle and carrying paint buckets to the car. He was a wall painter. The original slogan on the wall was, "If you want to be rich, have fewer children and plant more trees." He painted it into: "In response to sending home appliances to the countryside."
, trust Niu brand electrical appliances.”
"Come up here, I've gone to another village and can pull you out."
The tricycle moved slowly,
"You are going on a long trip and you have to carry so much luggage."
I pushed the paint bucket aside, sat on the box and said, "I want to take the bus. Where can I take it?"
"Come on, uncle."
"Hey, this is a good smoke."
"I'll pull you to the main road. There will be a train coming down at 12:15. There is no traffic in this village."
After leaving the village, he unloaded me on the roadside. The uncle said that you should wait here. The car will come down when the time comes, so you can just get on the car.
After waiting for half an hour, a shabby red bus came with black smoke. I dragged a box in my hand onto the bus.
No one else was wearing a mask, but I was the only one wearing one because I didn’t want to be recognized.
Of course, I went to the local antique market to sell goods and go to the store. I went to Yifa Antique City.
When I got to the place, I didn't rush to find anyone to ask. Instead, I dragged the box around first. I would look through the glass to see how the items in the store looked like. Is it old or new? How much is it worth? This can be seen.
Does the shop owner have the strength to avoid detours?
In one store, there are more than a dozen fine blue and white porcelain from folk kilns from the Ming and Qing Dynasties displayed outside the display cabinet, such as goblets and jars. Those pieces of Kangxi blue and white porcelain cost tens of thousands.
"Boss, are you busy?"
The shop owner was a fat man in his fifties, dark, and when he saw what I was wearing, he asked, "A land shoveler?"
I sat directly on the sofa and patted the box: "Gao Huo, do you want to do it?"
He asked: "Dark or light?"
I said it was light.
The fat black man smiled and said: "Lie down or stand up?"
I said stand up.
"Old or young?"
I say corny.
As we talked, "black" refers to invisible light bronzes, and "light" refers to porcelain and jade.
He asked me whether it was lying down or standing up. If I answered, it meant it was porcelain. When he said lying down, he meant plates, cups, and bowls. When he said upright, he meant jars, plum vases, and other vertical items.
"Old old" refers to high-grade ancient porcelain before the Tang and Song Dynasties, and "little young" mainly refers to things from the third dynasty of the Qing Dynasty onwards.
There is no need to open the box, just ask each other a few words and you will understand.
I know this fat black guy is hard to deal with, so be careful.
