There are many underground hot springs near Yuzhai, but the rain pool is only a small one. Dou Yazai said that there was dirt in the middle of his crotch, which was too uncomfortable, so we went to the rain pool to wash.
This was my first time to soak in a hot spring. It was so comfortable. I felt cold when I took off my clothes, but when I sat in the pool, my whole body was instantly filled with warmth, and the fatigue of the whole night was relieved.
This hot spring has a large pool and a small pool. The three of us chose a small pool.
Douyazai leaned against the edge of the pool, steaming from his body, and said with a comfortable look on his face: "Hey Fengzi, it's a pity that there are no Tang Sancai. How much can a small pottery figure be sold for? Can it be sold for 10,000 yuan each?"
I shook my head and said, "No way, if one can be sold for 2,000 yuan, it's fine. Ten thousand yuan? You're overthinking."
I'm telling the truth. At that time, there were a lot of pottery people in Xi'an who made funerary objects like this during the Tang Dynasty, but now there are relatively few.
There are some of these pottery figures standing, sitting, with hands behind their backs, pointing their middle fingers, looking down at their feet, looking up at the sky, and some holding sticks in their hands. Later I gave two of them to my friends.
One day I went to eat, and I asked why my pottery man was gone.
A friend said that the thing looked spooky at night, and it frightened his children when he put it in the living room. His wife didn't like it, so she gave it to someone else.
After taking a bath and washing off the dirt on our bodies, the three of us went to the changing room to get dressed with our buttocks naked.
At this moment, a man came into the dressing room. He was in his thirties. His clothes were white from washing. Although they were old, they were very clean. He was carrying a cloth bag with some white paper rolled up in it.
Writing brush.
"Hey, brothers, look who's here!" A big fat man said, leaning on the sofa and smoking a cigarette.
"Ha ha!"
"Look, look, look! The Xi'an poet is here!"
"Hey, poet, why did you go to the Eight Immortals Palace to drive away ghosts so early today? I asked, can you write in the dark? Is anyone buying your poems?"
"What a waste. Look at how bad he is. His wife ran away with a neighbor. He didn't even buy briquettes this winter. He probably can't afford it. He goes to the welfare home every day."
The man didn't seem to hear these words. He put away his bag, locked the key, took off his clothes and went to the shower area to take a bath.
As soon as the man left, the big fat man called the people who came to the bathhouse and said: "Second brother, go and open the poet's cabinet for me."
"Fat brother...this...isn't this good?"
"If you drive, you're looking for death."
"Don't hit me. I was wrong, fat brother, so let's go."
After he finished speaking, he found the spare key and opened the cabinet.
There was the man's cloth bag in the cabinet. The big fat man dumped everything on the floor. His brushes and papers were scattered on the floor, and the ink bottle rolled to his feet.
The fat man chuckled, unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, and poured it into the sewer.
Then he unbuttoned his pants and peed into a bottle, then tightened the lid.
Dou Sprout touched me and said that this fat guy is really fucking bad, worse than you.
I said don't worry, get dressed and go back quickly.
Just as we were about to leave, the man nicknamed Xi'an Poet suddenly came back. When he saw the cabinet was opened and everything was scattered on the ground, he turned to look around.
"What are you looking at? I did it!"
"Poet, look at how your ink is doing. The latest model I developed for you uses my fat man's ink. I guarantee that your business will be prosperous, haha!"
In an instant, several people around him started laughing too.
The man got dressed, unscrewed his ink bottle and looked at it, but said nothing.
When he reached the door of the bathhouse, he suddenly stopped. Then he unscrewed the ink bottle, flicked his hand, and threw it at the big fat man.
The aim was very high and hit the big fat man directly on the head.
