Zhou Wenzhong's face was against the wall. Hearing the sound of the broken gong, he felt his temples throbbing. Zhang Xiufang's sound of beating the gong was louder than the Sanskrit sound of the life-threatening Sanskrit. Just as he was about to say a few more words to her, the sound stopped.
"Crazy Bai, is this fan made of stone? It feels slippery. Is it valuable?"
"Hey, you can take it home and play with it if you like. It's been here for so many years and I don't have any use for it."
"Thank you. I'll get you something delicious later."
"no, I'm fine."
Zhou Wenzhong heard the conversation between the two, turned over and saw Zhang Xiufang holding a black and yellow fan, opening the back fan and looking at the sky outside the window.
Zhou Wenzhong's pupils dilated instantly and his breathing became rapid. This... this is a fan made of tortoiseshell! And it is an old item that is at least several decades old. This thing has many uses.
Even decades later, traditional Chinese medicine has clearly stated that tortoiseshell can treat: calming the liver and calming convulsions, clearing heat and detoxifying, coma, delirium, convulsions, convulsions in children, upset and insomnia...
[It can be understood as treating hysteria in children and has the effect of warding off evil spirits.]
The effect of external use of hawksbill turtle is greater than that of oral administration. It is made from the shell of a large sea turtle in the deep sea. It is said that turtles like hawksbill turtle can live to be more than 1,500 years old. The method of making it is to scald the hawksbill turtle with boiling water while it is still alive.
While bleeding it, let the blood seep into the shell. The production method is extremely cruel. Traditional Chinese medicine stores only accept this stuff.
In the past tributes, tortoise shells would appear. For example, the empress Wu Zetian liked combs made of tortoise shells, and Qianlong also had a pair of glasses frames made of tortoise shells.
In the 1980s, hawksbill turtles were hunted in large numbers on the border between Guangdong and Guangxi, and a few decades later, hawksbill turtles were listed as first-class protected animals.
In later generations, this kind of thing is a collectible that is prohibited from trading. As long as it is an antique that is prohibited from trading, it will be expensive! For example, the terracotta warriors and horses...
Zhou Wenzhong’s life principle is: As long as it’s a good thing within my sight, it’s all mine! If you don’t give it, I’ll cheat! If you can’t cheat, I’ll steal! If you can’t steal, I’ll rob!
From the moment Zhou Wenzhong saw this fan, he was so excited that his breathing became rapid. He jumped like a carp and turned over like a kite.
"boom!"
Zhou Wenzhong fell from the bed to the ground perfectly, stood up quickly, dusted himself off, and walked to Zhang Xiufang in small steps.
Zhang Xiufang was so frightened that she quickly closed her fan and hid behind her. She had already sensed Zhou Wenzhong's evil intentions.
"Comrade Zhang Xiufang, it's so tiring to stand. Come on, come on, sit down, sit down. Let's have a chat."
"Come on! Oh~ you want this fan, right?"
"Hahaha... How can you miss me so much? How can you take Teacher Bai's things when you come to Teacher Bai's home as a guest? This is a bad behavior. If outsiders spread it to the ears of Stationmaster Zhang, it will not be done.
Well, you should be criticized, right? Think about it, is this true? I am doing this for your own good!"
Zhang Xiufang looked at Madman Bai, who shrugged his shoulders as if it didn't matter.
"Madman Bai has given me the fan, this is mine!"
"Can you give me this fan..."
"Don't give it! Don't lend it! This is mine!"
"Sit down and say, don't be so excited. I have a friend who is engaged in historical research. He once told me that our Chinese cultural inheritance has already..."
"This fan is mine!"
Zhou Wenzhong brought the small bench to Zhang Xiufang, asked her to sit down and rest, and then quickly walked to Madman Bai.
He whispered: "Give me the fan quickly and ask for it back!"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... as for you, it's just a fan."
"You are so brave when you say this! Do you still have a fan like this?"
"No, that's it. Let me tell you, the big men in our capital are spitting out everything and nailing it. How can there be any reason to take back the things that have been given away?"
Zhou Wenzhong was so angry that his whole body almost trembled.
After taking a look at Zhang Xiufang's show off action with the fan, Zhou Wenzhong whispered to the madman: "Give me the fan and ask for it back! When the cotton mill pays wages, I will take you to make a fortune together. The two of us can make a big deal."
Yes, is this okay?"
After hearing this, Madman Bai showed a troubled expression on his face.
"This is really not possible. I have already given her something, and I...well, I used to rely entirely on other people's support. When I was begging for food at the Erliang Station, they didn't come out to chase me away, and even gave me a gift when the weather was cold.
Clothes. I should blame you for this. You didn’t tell me earlier. You had to say you liked the fan yesterday. I would have given it to you right then.”
"Do you know what kind of fan this is? Do you know how expensive this thing is?"
"Isn't it made of tortoiseshell?"
"Do you know the origin of this fan?"
"Of course I knew. There were two turquoise stones hanging under the fan. I went directly to the pawn shop and sold it for 16 silver coins. At that time, I understood that such expensive stones could be used as decorations, so this
Iron fans are also very expensive. I still understand this truth. Later, I asked an expert to check it out. They said it was made of tortoise shell, and it was also engraved with generals riding horses to fight. This is not something ordinary people can have in their homes.
The background is not small, I was afraid that they would hack my fan, so I ran away from Hangzhou overnight."
"Since you know this thing is very expensive, you just gave it to her so casually?"
"Just give it away. What's the big deal. If you don't bring it in life, you can't take it with you in death."
"You can keep it in exchange for money! You can eat whatever you want."
"Selling things? What has become of me? You don't understand."
"Why don't you give it to me!"
"You didn't even ask me. If you wanted it yesterday, I would have given it to you directly."
"You...where did you get this fan?"
"When the Braided Army withdrew, I followed them and picked them up. The turquoises were sold in Hangzhou. If you want to find those two turquoises, it will be difficult."
"You really refreshed my understanding of you, I admire you. Do you know the Snow Mountain White Phoenix?"
"What is White Phoenix? Is this a person's name?"
"I don't know, forget it, go and give me the fan and ask for it back."
"Don't go!"
Madman Bai waved his hands with disdain, turned around and went to work for lunch.
"By the way, these mushrooms have been soaked. Should you eat them cut up or whole?"
"Whatever! What time is it? You can still eat."
Zhang Xiufang felt very comfortable at this time, and she could finally bully Zhou Wenzhong.
He quickly said: "There are exactly 8 shiitake mushrooms. Let's get 2 each. I won't cut mine."
"become."
"It just so happens that I don't cut it either, hehe."
Zhou Wenzhong scratched his head vigorously, but Madman Bai was hopeless. The dandruff slipped off his fingertips and covered his entire shoulder.
"Comrade Zhang Xiufang, can you let me see this fan?"
"If I can't, I won't let you see it! In your words this morning, this is called: I'll make you mad!"
"Ahem... I was just joking with you at the grain depot this morning. How could you take it seriously? This is not like you. If this matter really goes unsolved, I will apologize to you.
There are a lot of adults, don't be like me."
"Whatever you say, I just won't give it to you. I'll make you mad."
"Is it okay if you look at it like this? You hold the fan in your hand and I will take a look. Just a look."
Zhang Xiufang hesitated and then said: "Well... okay, let's agree first, we can only take a look. Just take a look!"
"Hey, don't worry, don't you understand me yet? When have I ever lied?"
Zhang Xiufang rolled her eyes around, and after thinking for a while, she took out the fan from behind, then raised it to the window and opened the fan. The sunlight shone on the black and yellow fan, adding a jade-like feel.
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the carvings on the fan, his chest heaving, and he suddenly rushed forward and reached out to grab it. Zhang Xiufang ducked sideways.
"Haha...I should have been prepared for this move of yours! Didn't you expect that?"
Zhou Wenzhong took his cheekiness to the extreme. He didn't feel embarrassed at all and smiled along with him.
"Just kidding, hehe. Oh, by the way. Let's have a cigarette."
"Won't."
"Then what, I remember you like to eat sweets, right? I'm allergic to sweets. I just suddenly remembered that I have some snacks hidden outside. Just wait a moment and I'll be back soon."
After Zhou Wenzhong said this, he opened the door and walked out.
Zhang Xiufang hurriedly hid the fan in her cotton-padded jacket. After thinking about it, she felt it was inappropriate and stuck it in the waistband of her cotton-padded trousers. She frowned.
"Hiss...it's so cold."
A moment later, Zhou Wenzhong walked in with a smile on his face, carrying the dim sum box, and casually patted the arm of someone in front of him.
"Don't make trouble, these are the snacks I prepared for Comrade Zhang Xiufang."
Zhang Xiufang came over, took the snacks, opened the wrapping paper, and spread them out on a wooden table.
"Everyone eats, how can I eat alone? We all have to thank Comrade Zhou Wenzhong! This is what he invited us to eat."
Zhou Wenzhong looked at Ma Erbao with a smile on his face as he bit into the beef tongue cake one after another, and said inarticulately: Thank you Brother Zhong, thank you scorer Zhang.