Chu Heng, whose head was only pinched by his legs and not kicked by a donkey, nodded to the old man with a smile and said, "Yes, I want to buy some more. Do you still have some?"
"There are more." The old man looked at him confused, and then glanced at the fierce looking people on the side. The pockmarked group couldn't help but their legs felt weak again, and they asked tremblingly: "You...you really don't want to kill me?" What about before liberation? He drew his gun whenever he disagreed!" Chu Heng laughed hoarsely: "That's all. It’s just a few dollars, am I going to kill you?”
“Yes, yes, no, no, it’s not a crime to kill this old coffin man for this little money.” Kuang nodded in agreement, but still felt unsure, so he asked again: "Are you really Don’t you want to kill me?”
“Tsk, why are you talking so much nonsense?” Mazi couldn’t stand it any longer and glared fiercely, shouting, “Why are you asking me, Mr. Chu?” Just answer whatever you want, and I’ll smash your rotten teeth with any more nonsense!”
The old man trembled with fright and hurriedly replied: "Yes, yes, I have twelve more at home!"
"Only twelve?" Chu Heng frowned and asked, "Why? How many are left? I remember you said before that your old man should keep more than 20 pieces. What about the others? "
" They are all sold," the old man said tremblingly.
“Where did you sell it? Can you get it back?” Chu Heng’s brows furrowed even deeper. If something like this could be fake and real, it would be useless in other people’s hands. It would be a waste of natural resources. !
“A few of these were sold here, and the others were also sold in pigeon markets in places like Langfang, Bazhou, Sanhe, and Xianghe.” The old man said with a bitter face: “I’m sure I won’t be able to get them back. , I don’t even know those buyers.”
"Hey, what a pity."
Chu Heng couldn't help but shook his head in regret, but he didn't get too entangled. I was lucky to get it, but I lost my life.
He looked at the old man who was hunched over in front of him, like a hairless old monkey. He looked at him carefully and said, "Twelve pieces, just twelve pieces." , I want them all, let’s go, man.”
No, old man. He dared to refuse and nodded in a murmur: "Okay."
Immediately, Wan Xiaotian and others hurriedly packed up their things and followed the old man to walk outside the pigeon market. Mazi's group was also confused. He followed them, preparing to treat Chu Heng and the others to a drink when the matter was over.
A group of about twenty people walked swaggeringly through the crowded Pigeon Market. Because there were pockmarks in the way, many people avoided them like snakes and scorpions. Therefore, their journey was smooth, and in a short time, they were out of the way. After walking out of the market, Chu Heng and Mazi separated at the door to pick up their respective bicycles.
After a while.
Chu Heng and the others retrieved their bicycles and came to the intersection to wait for Mazi and others who had gone to the urban-rural fringe area to pick up their bicycles.
Yan Muze was led by Chu Heng and was standing next to Chu Heng holding the tripod.
He looked at the object in his hand, and then at the old man with a sad face, doubting his life.
Damn it!
This tripod turns out to be fake!
This, this, this... how is it possible!
Where is the fake?
Old man Yan chewed his teeth hard, held the tripod and looked at it for a while, but he still couldn't see what was wrong.
The craftsmanship, shape, decoration, and inscriptions are all on point, and the coating is thick. No matter how you look at it, it looks like a door-opener!
He did not suspect that the old man was lying.
Who is not stupid enough to hold the real thing and call it fake?
Isn’t this just looking for illness?
“Coming!”
At this time, a younger brother shouted.
A group of people looked towards the urban-rural fringe area and saw Mazi and others riding their bicycles swaying towards this direction.
That’s right, it’s just wobbly. There are ten people in total, but there are only two bicycles, and there are five bicycles hanging on each bicycle!
But should I say it or not, the skills of the two bikers are really good. They can still ride the bike even though they are like this. With this ability, if they If you go to Brother Asan's place, you will probably be at least a squad leader!
Not a moment.
Mazi and his group rode up to Chu Heng and the others, and they rushed over without even daring to stop and say hello.
Mazi, who was sitting on the beam of a car, did not forget to turn around and explain: "Master Chu, it's inconvenient for us to get off the car. You guys should ride faster and lead from the front!"
"Oh, it would be a pity for these people not to perform acrobatics."
Chu Heng shook his head speechlessly, then called everyone to get in the car and chased after him. Under the guidance of the old man, he entered the county town all the way.
After twists and turns, the group finally arrived near the shanty town.
The old man's home is on the street next door. It is a small single-family courtyard with three dilapidated old houses. The walls of the courtyard have collapsed in several places, making it look crumbling.
It can be seen from this that their family's life must not be very good, otherwise they would not even repair the wall.
“That’s it.”
A group of people stopped in front of the door. The old man took out the key, opened the courtyard door, and led them in.
After Chu Heng entered, he used the moonlight to look at the gap in the courtyard wall where even his crotch could not be scratched. He felt that the old man's move was really a bit of taking off his pants and farting, which was completely unnecessary.
They made quite a noise when they came in, and the old man and his family who were sleeping in the house were immediately awakened.
I saw the lights in the east room of the three rooms suddenly turned on, and then an old woman's voice came from the house: "Old Bao?"
"It's me!"
The old man hurriedly responded, walked quickly to the window, and explained to the people inside: "There are a few guests who want to buy things. I will bring them back and have a look. You can sleep in your bed."
"Oh." The old woman responded and turned off the light again.
“Come with me, gentlemen.”
Seeing this, the old man stepped back again. With a smile on his face, he made an invitation gesture to Chu Heng and others, and led them Go to the house on the west side.
When he came to the door, he took out the key and opened the lock. The old man opened the door and walked in. Then he stretched his hand on the wall and pulled off the light cord. A dim light came on in the dark room.
This room should be a utility room. It is very messy. All kinds of useful and useless things are scattered everywhere. There is almost no place to put your feet.
The old man struggled to move a few wooden stakes used as firewood blocking the door, and walked into the house first.
Chu Heng was the first to follow, followed by Yan Muze, Wan Xiaotian and Mazi. The others tried to enter, but found that they had no place to stay and could only stay outside.
After the old man entered the house, he led Chu Heng and the others directly to the southwest corner of the house. The dozen or so bronze vessels were piled messily in the corner like garbage, mostly in the style of the Shang and Zhou dynasties. .
Yan Muze stepped forward first, picked up a square pot and looked at it carefully, then picked up a bronze pot and looked at it repeatedly, and finally put it on the ground with a look of despair, his mind kept thinking. Two words echoed, waste, waste, waste...
He still didn't see what was fake!