Sharpening a knife will not delay chopping wood.

In the next two days, I did not go to the world to pick up antiques, but instead studied the series of cultural relics written by Yan Wanru. I read them thoroughly, and then chewed every word, sentence, and paragraph carefully. Although I am not very smart, I can endure loneliness and boredom and have great confidence in my memory.

After I made my basic skills a little more solid, I picked up the black book that recorded the bargaining incident.

I flipped through page by page, looking for the next target.

But after searching for a while, I suddenly found that the events I recalled temporarily were all awkwardly pointed in three directions. One is that the time has not come. If you go now, you will not be able to find the treasure at all. For example, there are several old things that can be picked up, which will only flow into the antique market in September or October. The second is that the price of cultural relics is too high. Even if the price of bargaining is low, I can't afford to buy a corner with more than 200,000 yuan in my hand, such as a giant jade wool material in Yunnan. The third is that the thing is too small. What I mean by small means money, 3500, 3500, and I can't fully utilize and use the 200,000 spare money I have. Based on the principle of maximizing interests, those gadgets have been wasting time a bit.

I haven't figured out what to do, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is still meat. If it really doesn't work, I can only pick up the little mosquito meat first.

Of course, it would be great if I could recall several major events of about 200,000 yuan.

It's the weekend in a blink of an eye.

At around nine o'clock in the morning, my mother called me to the yard to eat watermelon.

I don’t like to eat watermelons in my hand, but I am used to digging them in my spoon. The watermelon was bought from a carriage when my father came back from get off work the night before. It was 50 cents per pound, which was cheap. It was frozen in the water tank all night. It was cold and sweet, and it was so refreshing.

Cut the remaining half of the watermelon into five large pieces, and my mother shouted to the east house: "Aunt Madam Zou, eat some fruit."

The door opened, Grandma Zou, holding a black sexy suspender shirt in her hand, walked out, stopped the needle and thread in her hand and said, "Look at you, you are so polite, haha, I won't eat anymore, and I can't make any more money now."

"You are?"

Grandma Zou shook the hole at the bottom of the suspender shirt: "Yue's clothes were cut by a strap for the belt, so I couldn't wear them anymore. I thought about sewing it for her."

My mother stuffed a watermelon into my dad's hand and said with a smile: "I advise you not to tinker with it. Nowadays, people are very particular. I guess Xiao Zou won't wear patched clothes."

"That's right." Grandma Zou kept shook her head: "It's a pity to throw it away. Oh, then I'll cut it and use it as a rag to wipe the table."

When I threw the watermelon into my stomach, I burped and got up to go back to the house, but I remembered something and turned around and said, "Mom, my computer is really not good, it often crashes, and the speed is very slow. I am going to Zhongguancun to collect a new one." The computer was a Ben San configuration ten years ago, with a 4:3 screen, 128 memory, basically a QQ, and the CPU zhan rate is 100%, which is ridiculously low.

My mother glanced at me with her eyes: "Didn't the money for jade tags leave you eight thousand? Don't buy it too well, you can make do with it!"

"I understand." It turned out that the family had no money and had never been willing to change it. Now I can finally make up my mind to eliminate it.

After going back to the room and reading a book for a while, the phone suddenly lit up and the word "Jiang Yan" popped up from the screen.

After gambling on stones, I became much closer to Jiang Yan. When I had nothing to do, I often called, sent text messages, and had a good chat.

Press the answer button, "Mirror, come out and have fun?"

I'm not that tempted to play, and I'm planning to think about how to make money, so I said, "I'm so full of sunshine today, I won't go."

"Damn, you, a big man, are you afraid of the sun? Wherever you live, I'll go find you."

"ah?"

"Why? I'm not welcome?"

"That's not." I hesitated for a moment, and said, "I live in Qianmen Dashilan. You can get off at Qianmen Station in the subway."

"I'm too far from the subway station, and I don't know the front door either."

"Well, do you know Liulichang? It's OK there. It's almost time to call me and I'll answer you."

After discussing the time and location, I took a watering can to fetch water for the spider plant outside the windowsill of my parents' house. Then I told my mother: "A classmate will come to our house later. You can prepare to order food. She may have dinner with her house."

"Liu Yao?" My mother was pressing the remote control to change the channel.

"It's Jiang Yan."

"Have you heard you mentioned it?" My mother raised her eyebrows and asked, "Woman? How did you meet me?"

"Student, how else can I know?" I knew that my mother was thinking too much. Even if she had such a slight unrealistic and inappropriate thoughts about Jiang Yan, she would not look down on me. A toad wanted to eat swan meat, so I still had this self-knowledge.

Before eleven o'clock, I stood on Nanxinhua Street, next to me was the bus stop sign of Liulichang.

When it comes to Liulichang, the old Beijing people think of pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and outsiders think of antique streets. It is also funny to say that the most impressive thing about Liulichang is not the antique east-west street, but the north-south musical instrument shop. From the old Beijing Noodle Restaurant to the intersection of Hufangqiao, the short 200-300-meter road is strangely filled with musical instrument shops. If you count it carefully, there are always more than a dozen stores. However, there are so many stores, the popularity is deserted, and few people visit, and I don’t know how they make money.

The hot sun made my skin feel a little painful. I rubbed my arms exposed outside and retreated to the eaves of a small shop a few meters away to escape the summer heat. I was idle and enjoyed the things inside through the floor-to-ceiling mirror. This is not an antique shop, but a door face selling modern handicrafts, crystal flags, solid wood carvings, Peking Opera facebooks, Chinese-flavored souvenirs, etc.

Foreigners who come to Beijing to travel almost always have to take a walk to Liulichang. Like antique street, most of the turnover of this craft store comes from the money in foreigners' pockets.

After scanning the store, I was stunned and my eyes fell on an ornamental plate with glaze of pink flowers.

This plate is nothing special. It has been a bit rough in the past, but the color combination is good, and it costs dozens of dollars.

What caught my attention was the thing that represented behind the plate - porcelain.

A familiar memory splashed a ripple in my mind.

At that moment, I seemed to remember an incident that could make me rich, but after closing my eyes and thinking hard, I couldn't remember what it was.

Porcelain...Porcelain...Porcelain...

I grabbed my hair that was half long and not short, and silently recited those two words countless times in my mouth.

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