Siheyuan: Silly Zhu is not my father

Chapter 8 Sorry, Lao Ma

"Comrade, how do you sell this snuff bottle?"

Passing by a small stall, He Xiao became interested again. There were more than a dozen snuff bottles on the stall, and it looked like something like that.

"Thirty yuan each, you choose it yourself, no bargaining."

The stall owner held a cigarette in his hand. When he saw He Xiao squatting down, he started talking about it.

"These gadgets all belong to my old man. After the old man passed away, there is no use keeping them. They are all gadgets from the previous dynasty. The former Eight Banners disciples were too embarrassed to go out without these..."

"Oh, the previous dynasty took a long time. It's not easy for the old man to stay."

Silly Zhu was bored, and when his son didn't speak, he started chatting with the stall owner.

"That's right, my old man cherishes him very much. Big brother, would you like one?"

"No, no, I won't smoke this."

…

He held the two pieces of jade and compared them, and the difference was immediately apparent.

"Ouch, that's a lot. The old man had more than twenty before, but now these are the only ones left, and..."

"Um?"

In another twenty years, hehe...

He Xiao was in a good mood and wasn't bothered by what he heard, so he replied in a casual manner.

Ma Weidu felt a little depressed and looked at He Xiao up and down. He was nearly 1.7 meters tall and quite handsome. He was wearing strange clothes and his coat had English letters on it.

There is good stuff!!!

This is his grandma's dowry, fine mutton-fat jade, carved by a master carver.

No longer bothering to show off his snuff bottle to Silly Zhu, he strode towards Lao Ma.

He Xiao squatted in front of the stall, listening with one ear and listening to the story with the other.

Glancing at the Hetian jade in his hand, he said happily: "These are all good things. Thirty yuan is not expensive at all. I just missed it."

Lao Ma said it was a good thing. It seems that it is really good, but I missed it.

Three hundred yuan, half a year's salary, was exchanged for ten snuff bottles that could not be eaten or drank...

It won't be long. In ten years, the seller will definitely not be able to sleep when he thinks about today.

"Yes, my name is Ma Weidu, do you know me?"

Just as he was talking, He Xiao discovered Lao Ma not far away, standing in front of a stall selling old furniture, looking at an old bed attentively.

"I want them all."

He Xiao turned around and put on the Jade Guanyin, hiding it in his clothes, and then looked at the stall owner.

When he arrived, He Xiao hesitated for a moment, then thought about it and stood at the stall next to him.

"Uncle, this thing of yours is a bit interesting."

"Oh? What's this reaction?"

Pricking up his ears, he glanced at the old horse with his peripheral vision and watched quietly.

After looking briefly at it, he picked a milky white snuff bottle on the stall.

Silly Zhu was also dumbfounded. No matter how rich he was, this was not the way to spend it. You should bargain for the price anyway.

"Hetian jade……"

"If it doesn't work, forget it. But if you want to take action in the future, you can come to me. I am the editor of youth literature."

He touched it again and found it was very soft to the touch. The material looked like Hetian jade, but he was not sure whether it was genuine.

The stall owner looked at the big unity in his hand and then at He Xiao, a little dumbfounded.

The stall owner took a puff of cigarettes and looked at the stall, "Including the one in your hand, there are ten more in total."

Seeing the stall owner put all the money in his pocket, he was heartbroken.

"That's right, this bed is inherited from my family and is made of good materials. If my son wasn't getting married and wanted to buy a new one, I wouldn't be willing to sell it."

Silly Zhu followed He Xiao, feeling a little tangled in his heart. His son was spending money lavishly. Even though it was not his money, he still felt heartbroken when he saw it.

He seemed to be a man who was not short of money. He shook his head, got up and went to the front.

He Xiao replied casually and put all the snuff bottles into his pockets, and he felt relieved.

I glanced at the stall owner and saw that there was nothing on the stall. He stood up and went elsewhere with a Hetian jade snuff bottle in his hand.

"It's such a small snuff bottle, it's almost half a month's salary for me. This thing used to be played by prodigal children. Don't imitate them."

Seeing the two people's reactions, Ma Weidu next to him became interested.

It's also unlucky that I can bump into him every time I go to the market. I feel uneasy picking up missing items for fear of being intercepted.

"Eight hundred! Not a cent less."

He Xiao took out thirty unity sheets from his pocket, handed them directly to the stall owner, and then hurriedly packed up the snuff bottles on the stall.

I even want to die!

"oh."

Silly Zhu was choked by his son's words. After a while, he muttered again:

"That can't be taken advantage of. Those things you bought are not worth the money."

He looked at the wooden bed and found it surprisingly pleasing to the eye. It seemed to have a minimalist style.

Growing up, he didn't spend much of the New Year's money given to him by his grandmother, uncle, and some relatives, which totaled 70,000 to 80,000 Hong Kong dollars.

He Xiao quickly shook his head. After listening to what he said, the speed of his hand not only did not stop, but even became faster.

He Xiao wanted to laugh when he heard the title of being taken advantage of. "What? I'm not being taken advantage of."

The jade used to carve the snuff bottle is not white enough or moist enough, but the material looks good and should be genuine Hetian jade.

When he walked to the stall, he leaned down and took a look, then raised his eyebrows and said in surprise:

"Hey, it's made of copper filigree enamel and painted on the inside of the glass. Is this Hetian jade? The snuff bottle is pretty good. Little brother, can you give me one?"

Seeing that Lao Ma was gone, He Xiao breathed a sigh of relief. He was still a little nervous when he met a famous person from later generations for the first time.

"How much do you want to sell it for?"

"I don't know. It's passed down from our ancestors. I won't sell it. I won't sell it to people of high or low status."

His surname is Ma, and he is also called Ma Weidu. He has not run away, so he must be Lao Ma, but we cannot let him worry about his things.

I picked it up and took a closer look. The appearance of the small snuff bottle is white and delicate. The small lid on it is red. It matches well and looks very comfortable.

The money spent to buy antiques is only a small amount of money, but he really doesn't need this eight cents.

He couldn't help but ask: "Is your surname Ma?"

Yes, in addition to being taken advantage of, my son is also a bit of a prodigal.

Good guy, judging from the look on Lao Ma's face, this bed must be better than his snuff bottle.

"Eh? Comrade, do you want to sell this jade Guanyin?"

"Ah, I want them all..."

"How many snuff bottles do you have in total?"

Hey, He Xiao's heart skipped a beat when he heard the price mentioned by the uncle. Eight hundred yuan was a lot. He only spent three hundred on those ten snuff bottles.

This is too happy.

After hesitating for a long time, he persuaded: "He Xiao, it's not easy for your mother to make money in Xiangjiang. You should cherish some flowers."

Reaching out to unbutton his shirt, He Xiao took off a piece of warm jade Guanyin from his neck.

He Xiao thought subconsciously.

"All I spent was the New Year's money given to me by my grandma, not my mother's."

He Xiao's expression changed immediately.

He Xiao was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the person who spoke and felt that he looked familiar.

A piece of wood, with long posts at the four corners, a roof frame on top, and short bed rails on three sides, it's that simple.

There are no carvings or various complicated components, and there is a sense of grandeur in the simplicity.

It's such a good thing. Even if it's not an antique, He Xiao feels like he can buy it with his eyes closed.

It’s not easy to encounter something that catches your eye, I’m sorry, old horse.

(End of chapter)