"Old man is looking for death!"
"Stop!"
In the woods, the old man was panting and walking through the trees. The two younger brothers behind him were chasing after each other with gnashing teeth. The distance between them is getting closer and closer.
This old man is already so old and frail. It is difficult to walk even a few steps. How can he outrun two strong young men?
Even if he is familiar with the surrounding environment and can take advantage of the geographical location, it will not help.
After a while, the two younger brothers caught up with him.
At this time, they naturally no longer care about respecting the elderly and loving the young. One of the taller brothers flew over and kicked the old man down, causing him to gnaw his shit and fall to the ground.
Another shorter man rushed up quickly, grabbed the old man's arm and twisted it behind his back to capture him.
“Oops, it’s broken, my arm is going to be broken!”
The old man screamed miserably and struggled violently.
"Be honest!"
The short boy pulled the old man up fiercely and cursed: "Old man, you dare to fight Master Chu. I think you are tired of living!"
"Stop talking nonsense and take people back quickly. I don't know how Master Chu is doing." The tall boy was a little worried about Chu Heng and walked over to him, pressing the old man back.
Not long after.
The three of them returned to the stall.
Chu Heng was just a little better at this time. Although he could open his eyes, his eyeballs were still sore and he was still crying.
He squinted his eyes slightly, gritted his teeth and looked at the embarrassed old man. His expression flickered, and then he asked: "Do you still remember me?"
He was already very sure about this old man. There must be something wrong, but I still can't guess what the problem is for a while, so I'm going to cheat first.
“Remember, remember.”
The old man, whose arm was almost broken, gave him a flattering smile and begged for mercy: “Young man, can you please go around me? ? I have no choice but to lie. My son is dead and my daughter is unfilial. I have to live. ”
"Liar?"
Chu Heng's heart moved, his red eyes widened in shock, and asked: "Is that bronze sword fake?"
"Huh?"
Hearing his question, the old man immediately guessed that Ya didn’t see anything wrong with the bronze sword at all. He was just trying to scare himself because of his guilty conscience, and he was immediately filled with annoyance.
So, the old man rolled his eyes and hurriedly shook his head and said: "It's okay, really, that sword is real!"
"You still dare to play tricks with me?"
Chu Heng snorted coldly. Compared with the old man's timid temperament, he waved his hands to the two younger brothers with a stern face and threatened: "Take them away and find someone." In a human place, break a leg first, if If you don’t tell the truth, you’ll keep knocking and prying him open and knocking him down!”
“Understood!”
But the two boys believed it and dragged the old man into the woods fiercely. Go.
The old man was frightened immediately. He was timid, so he didn’t dare to risk whether he was trying to scare him. He was as anxious as an old monkey who just wanted to get into the frying pan. He jumped up and down and struggled, saying: "Don't No, no, I said, I said, that’s not okay, that bronze sword is fake, it’s fake, it was made by my father when he was alive to deceive people!”
"Wait."
Chu Heng waved his hand to ask them to stop, walked up to the old man who was staring at him, and said, "Tell me more about it, what happened to the sword?"
The old man also I can see that they are really ruthless. At the same time, I was scared out of my wits, and told my old man like he was pouring beans out of a bamboo tube: "My old man learned the unique skill of making fake antiques from others in his early years, and he is especially good at bronzes."
"Liberation" Not before There were many foreign devils and little devils collecting antiques everywhere, so he thought of it and made a batch of fake bronze wares, hoping to sell them to them."
"At first, he made forty pieces in total, but it was a pity that he only made them in the end. I sold more than a dozen pieces, and my old man buried the rest under the ground of my old house. A few days ago, my family needed money, so I took out the things. The bronze sword in your hand is one of them. ”
At this point, the old man lowered his head and continued feebly: "Master, I have said everything I need to say. I can repay you double the money I collect from you. Please just let the old man go. At home, There is a little grandson to raise, and he can't live without me!" Chu Heng looked at him bitterly, feeling ashamed and annoyed.
Damn it!
I had my eyes opened in my last life. In this life, I read books and received guidance from famous teachers. I have developed my internal strength to such a high level that I actually got my eyes opened!
Can I lose my reputation as Chu Zhouzhou or what?
Am I such a waste?
Am I not suitable for playing with antiques?
Chu Heng was a little doubtful about life...
In fact, it didn’t matter whether he had money or not, he just felt ashamed!
It’s a good thing he didn’t show off the bronze sword to others, otherwise this man would have been thrown into the grandma’s house!
He glanced at the three-legged cauldron on the stall, picked it up with a dark face, and looked at it again with a flashlight. It seemed that Dute Niang's was real, so he asked with a fluke mentality: "Is this cauldron what it is?" "Real or false?"
"False, my old man did this too," the old man said hurriedly.
“Tsk!”
Chu Heng felt a toothache, and his life had become boring.
Forget it, destroy it!
He took out a cigarette and lit one, looking up at the night sky with a depressed expression, and then reluctantly set his eyes on the tripod.
After looking for a while, he still didn’t find any clues, so the guy rolled his eyes and told the two boys to wait here while he walked back with the tripod.
He was going to find Yan Muze to take a look. If even the old man couldn't see any problem, it wasn't that he was incompetent, but that the enemy was too cunning!
After all, I still don’t want to admit that I am a waste...
Chu Heng walked quickly and returned to the stall in less than ten minutes.
By this time, Mazi had left, and the stall had almost sold out of grain and oil.
Wan Xiaotian saw him coming back and happily reported: "Master Chu, it's almost four hundred!"
Chu Heng didn't care about this, so he pulled him over and asked: "Yan Is the old man back?"
"No." Wan Xiaotian shook his head.
“Go ahead and sell it.”
Chu Heng let go of him and carried the three-legged tripod in the direction where Yan Muze left.
After searching for a while, he found the old man in front of a stall selling old items.
Chu Heng walked forward quickly, pulled up Yan Muze who was holding a jade pendant and looked at it, handed the tripod in his hand, and asked: "Master Yan, please take a look at this. How about the tripod?"
"Wait a minute."
The old man quickly put down the jade pendant and took the tripod and looked at it carefully. There were several other customers interested in antiques at the stall. They also gathered together to join in the fun.
After just watching for a while.
Yan Muze nodded and said thoughtfully: "This is a Songding tripod. Judging from the shape and quality, it should be from the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is a good thing with a wide opening!"
"Are you sure? No. Did you see it wrong? Is it true?" Chu Heng's eyes widened in surprise.
Let me just say, how could I, Da Daheng, be a waste!
His question made Yan Muze a little unconfident, so he looked at it again, and finally said with certainty: "That's right, this is indeed the Songding Tripod from the Western Zhou Dynasty."
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Several guests nearby also nodded in agreement.
"The young man is very lucky to find such a good item."
"This tripod is indeed from the Western Zhou Dynasty. Look at its ears and legs."
"Good stuff, good stuff!"