Chapter 1745 Secret Color Porcelain
When Chu Heng walked into the cultural relics store, Yan Muze and the others had not come yet, the briquette stove was not lit, and the room was dark and cold.
He touched the wall at the door with a familiar touch, and quickly grabbed the light cord and pulled it off.
"Pa-ta."
The pale yellow light lit up instantly.
Chu Heng stepped forward and took a look at the briquette stove in the house again. Seeing that there was not even a primer inside, he turned around and shouted outside: "Bring a living person!"
"Come...come on, come on... ...!"
Before he finished speaking, a response came from outside, and then Jiang Keba ran in with Chang Yin.
"...!"
Chu Heng looked at him funny and ordered: "Go, get some briquettes and come back and light the stove for me."
"Okay, okay..."
Jiang Keba ran away with Changyin again.
Soon.
He used a shovel to carry a few pieces of red briquettes and then returned, and skillfully started to light the fire for the briquette stove. He was still chatting with Chu Heng: "Chu Chuchu... Master, third... third master... I made... a... big pot, let's eat... eat... stare at the food tonight. "
"Hey, this is quite fresh, I have to try it tonight." Heng raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, his interest aroused.
Staring food is a specialty of Sijiu City in the early years. It should be traced back to the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China and was popular among the poor.
The production method is to boil bits and pieces of pork or other meat in a pot, and then sell them together with the soup and meat. Customers do not have tables and chairs, so they each have a pancake, fire, etc. Use chopsticks to pick up pieces of meat from the pot and eat them.
Because the price is calculated by the piece, the sizes of the pieces of meat in the pot are also different, so customers have to keep their eyes wide open when selecting the meat to avoid making mistakes, so it is called staring food.
Although Chu Heng has lost his parents since he was a child, his family is still wealthy, so he has only heard of this way of eating by poor people, but has never tried it. I think it is very new and I want to try it.
Then the two of them started chatting stumblingly about staring at food. At about eleven o'clock, Yan Muze, who was dressed in a satin jacket and had his hair combed meticulously, looked very respectable. Walked in dazedly.
Seeing Chu Heng and Jiang Keba in the room, he smiled and cupped his hands: "What are you two talking about? It's so lively?"
"It's nonsense."
Chu Heng smiled He picked up the tea that had just been brewed on the counter and poured a few cups, beckoning: "Come on, drink something hot to keep warm."
"Okay. It's really cold today." Old Yan walked forward a few steps without sitting down. He was half-lying on the counter. He picked up the tea and took a sip before looking at Chu Heng who came alone. He asked: "Master Chu, have you found anyone today?"
"Don't worry, we have found him a long time ago, and I guess he will be here soon." Chu Heng said with a smile.
"Who are you looking for?" Old Man Yan asked curiously.
"Zhang Yiyan."
"Hey, if you can invite him here, it will be a lot easier for me." Yan Muze was happy when he heard this, but you must know that Zhang Yiyan was out of trouble Famous for being fast and accurate, he is an absolute good partner.
"What's the matter? You old boy still want to be lazy?"
Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. As soon as Old Yan finished speaking, Zhang opened the door and walked in with a glance.
"Hey, Mr. Zhang, I haven't seen you for a while!" Yan Muze put down his tea cup in surprise and came forward. He held his hands solemnly and said in greeting: "Can you come in?"
" Well, are you still strong?”
“You’re pretty tough too!”
After a few polite words, the two old acquaintances came to the counter together. "Sit, Master Zhang." Chu Heng pulled the stool over to Zhang. He was about to pour another cup of tea, but he couldn't find the tea cup after searching around a few times. He hurriedly told Jiang Keba: "Go get some cups."< br>
Jiang Keba immediately got up and went out. He quickly went to Cen Hao's shop and brought back a few glasses. Then he sat knowingly, holding a glass of water, and listened quietly to Chu Heng and the three of them talking about the past and the present. .
As for his tongue, when there are more than two people chatting, he is basically unable to interrupt and can only be a listener.
In this way, the time soon came to half past eleven, and people began to come to the market.
The first ones to come were some traders carrying large and small bags. After they came in, they first found their favorite spots to spread out their stalls, and then sat on the mats, smoking cigarettes and waiting quietly for the market to open. .
When it was almost twelve o'clock, the stalls in the market were already overcrowded, but you could still see some scammers entering the market, and the number of people was far more than yesterday.
"Cang Cang!"
At this moment, a gong sound came from outside, announcing to everyone that the pigeon market was open.
Immediately afterwards, those customers who had come in advance and were stopped outside the market came in droves. The customers who had been here yesterday rushed to those shops with clear goals, while those who had not been here were looking around. Look around.
One of them is Lao Zhang. After he went home yesterday, he sorted out almost all the old things in the house and put them into a big sack. He carried it over today to see what was inside. It can't be anything valuable.
Soon, Lao Zhang carried the sack to the outside of the cultural relics store, opened the door and walked in with a hopeful look on his face.
Chu Heng, who was sitting behind the counter smoking, recognized Lao Zhang at first glance. Although he was wearing a mask, his figure and eyes were easy to identify, so he greeted with a smile: "Brother, what are you carrying? ?”
Lao Zhang bared his teeth and smiled: “Hey, they are all old things in the family, some are left by our ancestors, and I don’t know what they are. Well, please take a look."
"No problem." Chu Heng gestured to the counter: "Take out the things and put them here."
"Okay."
Old Zhang walked forward carrying the things, put the bag at his feet, and then started to take out the things.
There were not many guests at this time, so Zhang Yiyan and Yan Muze also came over to join in the fun.
“Pah!”
Old Zhang first placed a rough-made blue and white porcelain bowl on the cabinet.
Chu Heng could tell at a glance that this thing was not worth much. Just as he was about to pick it up and take a closer look, Zhang at the side said at a glance: "The rough porcelain bowl from the Republic of China is not worth much. If you want to sell it, I’ll charge you a penny.”
Hearing this, Chu Heng immediately took back his hand and didn’t look at the blue and white bowl again. He still trusted Zhang Yiyan’s eyes.
"It's only one cent!" Lao Zhang was greatly disappointed when he heard this. The purpose of his coming today was to buy that piece of Engner. One cent was enough, so he continued to take it out.
In this way, I took out more than ten items in a row, but they were not good items. The most valuable thing was a chamber pot from the late Qing Dynasty. I don’t know how many generations it has been used. It’s all very pickled. As soon as I took it out, it filled the room with fumes!
"Take it, take it, are you crazy because of poverty or something? Who can take this thing?" Chu Heng covered his nose with black lines on his head and hid far away.
"Hey, I just want to try it, just in case it's valuable." Lao Zhang hurriedly wrapped the chamber pot in brown paper and stuffed it back into the bag, and took out a porcelain plate with a peculiar shape.
“Eh?”
"Huh?"
Ben was already disappointed with the contents of Lao Zhang's sack. When Chu Heng and the other three people saw this, they all looked at each other and looked over at them in unison.
“Secret color porcelain?”
Chu Heng picked up the thing and held it in front of him to look at it carefully.
(End of this chapter)