I am doing well in the Siheyuan

After purchasing the necessary items, Ye Ming sent Ran Qiuye back home.

He then invited Hou Paolan to dinner.

After a few drinks, Father Ran's words flowed like water from a floodgate.

"Recently, a group of people were sent over from above to transfer many teachers' files. I heard that the school leaders also specifically asked about my work experience. It feels like something big is going to happen."

"Is there such a thing?"

Hou Paolan frowned slightly, but was not surprised by this.

After all, life is becoming more stable, and compared with the previous two years, the living standards of the people in the city have improved significantly.

This is a fact that everyone can perceive.

Although most people are still struggling to survive in hardship, there is indeed hope for the future.

Ye Ming possessed a farsightedness beyond that of ordinary people and sensed that a huge change was brewing.

As returned overseas Chinese, Ran Qiuye's parents were easily labeled as enemy spies.

Since I have decided to spend my life with Ran Qiuye, I must protect her family.

With his current status, he might even have trouble protecting himself at a critical moment.

Feeling the tense atmosphere in the room, Ye Ming tried to change the subject.

"Mr. Hou, I heard from Uncle Ran that you went to the countryside recently?"

"Yes, I just came back not long ago."

After eating and drinking, several people sat around the fire and chatted about recent events.

"Boy, have you guessed something?"

“The end of the year is approaching, it’s time to say goodbye to the old and welcome the new.

Mr. Hou, you are not going to the countryside to look for treasures, are you? "

Hearing this, the Ragnarok Marquis suddenly turned his gaze to Ran Qiuye standing beside him and warned her seriously: "Qiuye, you have to be more careful when you marry him in the future. This guy is as smart as a fox."

These words made Ran Qiuye blush shyly, and the room became lively.

Father Ran certainly understood what the "treasure" they were talking about was.

What seems like worthless junk to outsiders is exactly the treasure that the father and son are keen on pursuing.

Needless to say, Ye Ming's story was that his home had become a well-known distribution center for used items. This inevitably became a topic of gossip among people in the surrounding area. After all, he was about to get married.

Ran's father had tried to persuade him several times in a tactful way, but Ye Ming didn't take it seriously, which left Ran's father helpless.

Only Marquis Polan praised this and said that he had a unique vision.

"Brother Hou, you look so happy, have you found some treasure again?" Ye Ming teased.

"We did get some gains, but they are not treasures. The best one is a small enamel bowl used by the imperial court during the Qianlong period." Marquis Polan responded calmly.

"Hehe, so those things I collected are all junk?" Ye Ming joked, knowing that the only one who could say such a thing was Marquis of Rags.

During this period, Ye Ming occasionally obtained some treasures, but in the eyes of real collectors, they might just be small things.

He knew that this foundation was accumulated by several generations and it would be difficult for him to achieve it in a short time.

“You may think I am bragging to you, but actually, the stuff is really good, I don’t deny that.

But I have a whole set of these enamel bowls, brightly colored and flawless, with a warm but not glaring color. In terms of style and background, my bowls are better than the new one I received." Paola Hou took a sip of Wuliangye, speaking with a bit of pride.

After hearing this, Ye Ming fell into deep thought.

He remembered that this set of small enamel bowls should have been obtained by the father of Polan Hou from the descendants of several tax officials of the previous dynasty.

The aroma of tea wafts in the air, and after three rounds of wine, I look back at the pavilion.

The other small bowl is now in the hands of Uncle Guan.

"What kind of enamel bowl can make you so concerned, Brother Hou?" Ye Ming asked curiously.

"This really can't be explained in just a few words. If you have a chance, you can go to my place and see it for yourself and you will know.

Unfortunately, one is missing, and I don’t know if I can get a complete set in this lifetime.” said Hou Polan regretfully.

"One is missing? Do you know where it is?" Ye Ming asked.

"I know. How could I not know?" Hou Palan smiled bitterly.

"Since you know that, why don't you go and get it back?" Ye Ming was puzzled.

Marquis Pauper shook his head helplessly: "These are all old scores, grudges from the previous generation.

The three small bowls in my hand have a dubious origin, so how can I have the face to ask for another one? "

Seeing that the Broken Marquis remained silent, Ye Ming continued to ask: "Is it because the other party's offer is too high?"

"Not really. He is also an expert. If it were you, would you easily sell the treasure in your hand to me?" asked Hou Polan.

"Look at what you said. Am I such a petty person in the eyes of your brother Hou?" Ye Ming retorted with a smile.

"Don't go off topic. Don't I know what kind of person you are? There's no way I can get that treasure. The old man didn't act properly back then and made enemies with others. Not to mention getting the treasure back, I can't even enter their door." Marquis Polan seemed quite helpless. He knew in his heart that this set of enamel bowls might not be able to be put together.

"If it really doesn't work, I'll go ask for you?" Ye Ming was quite interested in Uncle Guan. As one of the earliest collectors in the city, his knowledge and collections were in no way inferior to those of Marquis Paola.

"You?" Marquis Polan frowned slightly. In fact, he had had this thought when he lost to Ye Ming in the drinking game at Lou's family.

Uncle Guan has two major hobbies in his life - wine tasting and collecting. Ye Ming might be able to cater to his tastes.

But the two families have deep-seated grudges against each other, and if we go there rashly, we might not even be able to get in.

Ye Ming saw what the Broken Marquis was thinking and said bluntly:

"Are you worried that he will reject you?"

"That's right." Marquis Paola nodded.

"If it's just to see him, it's actually very simple." Ye Ming took the hot tea handed to him by Ran Qiuye, smiling without pretending to be mysterious.

"As long as you bring these three small bowls with you, there is no reason for him not to see them." Upon hearing this, Marquis Polan's eyes lit up and he patted his thigh.

"Yes, that person's dream is to collect four small bowls." But after a moment, he looked frustrated again, "Even if I can enter his house, I can't get this bowl back."

"Don't worry about this, just leave it to me." Ye Ming was confident.

After agreeing on a time, night fell quietly.

Ye Ming didn't stay long and left the red-light district with Xiao Xin.

The compound is particularly lively today because Bang Geng has just completed his sentence and was taken home by Qin Huairu.

Just like Xu Damao when he was released from prison, he was so thin that only skin and bones were left.

Although the living conditions in the juvenile detention center are slightly better than those in prison, they are still far less comfortable than outside. Moreover, because they are still young, they are often bullied by their roommates, and there is almost no intact skin on their bodies.

Qin Huairu felt so distressed that she made an exception and went to the market to buy a few pounds of pork.

Ever since Widow Qin was transferred to work in the workshop, the family has not had any meat for a long time.

The stick terrier has almost forgotten the taste of meat.

"Eat slowly, these are all yours. Look how hungry the child is." Jia Zhang was also watching with sympathy, knowing very well that Banggeng must have suffered a lot in there.

"I'll take Bang Geng to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow to make sure he doesn't get any serious illness."