That year the flowers bloomed 1981

Wei Jiaxian and Tan Min were driven out by Guan Dasheng and his mother.

You are really pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger. You want to steal our family's things without spending a penny. What a dream!

Wei Jiaxian was pushed by his wife and spat on, but he still insisted on writing a note and stuffed it into Guan Dasheng's trouser pocket.

This is my contact information. If you think about it, you can contact me. I only have eight thousand yuan.

Fuck your eight thousand dollars, get out!

Guan Dasheng pushed Wei Jiaxian out of the door and closed the courtyard door with a bang.

After returning to the courtyard, Boss Guan was joking with Guan Ciying.

I just started to think about it now. Why does the other person who has been silent all this time have such righteousness in him? Do you think they are from the museum?

No, it's not too far off. Anyway, they're all the brainiacs in the unit. Once the good stuff gets into their hands, it's all in vain.

Tan Min has the sharp aura of a soldier. The Guan brothers didn't think anything of it just now, but now they started to think about it, and naturally they thought Wei Jiaxian was some kind of researcher, and Tan Min was a security guard in the recovery work.

Aren't you afraid of being punished if you go out to hunt for things by yourself?

What punishment? It's not like the past two years. Who hugged whom? Even fools like this have figured it out. The world has really changed!

Everyone in the Guan family laughed, but they didn't know that after Wei Jiaxian left the Guan family, he quickly found a secluded place, took out paper and pen and started drawing.

All the patterns, branches, birds, and even some traces of wear and tear on the Ming Dynasty official kiln colorful flower and bird pots are accurately presented in his pen, without any deviation.

Tan Min looked at Wei Jiaxian in surprise, the contempt and dissatisfaction in his heart had flown to nowhere.

I was pushed and scolded just now, but I relied on my agility to avoid being spit on. I thought it was an embarrassment.

But now it seems that is not the case.

Brother-in-law, are you trying to make a fake and exchange it for the real thing?

Wei Jiaxian remained silent until he finished drawing all the pictures, then said, I don't do that kind of thing.

Then what are you doing? I've been following you and Lao Song for so long, and you still think I don't know what's going on in the antique circle?

Wei Jiaxian did not answer Tan Min's words, but directly ordered: I want to go to Zicheng, Dongshan. Book me the fastest train ticket.

You still ordered me to have sex? See what you can do.

Tan Min scolded Wei Jiaxian angrily, but immediately went to book a ticket for him.

Capable people are always respected, and this time, they are just a part of the plan. If something goes wrong, wouldn't it make Old Song laugh?

Tan Min didn't like Wei Jiaxian, but he was still his brother-in-law and brother-in-law after all, so Old Song was the one who looked at him but didn't deal with him!

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Guan Cihui chatted with her brother for a while, ate a bowl of salty fried soybean noodles, and left Beijijiao alone.

As Guan Ciying said, his son Guan Dacheng settled down in Bei Ertiao, waiting to sell the antiques and divide the money before returning home.

Of course, this is what the brothers say to the outside world, is it the real situation? Guan Ciying was still a little vigilant, so she left someone at home to take care of her. If anything happened, she could also report a letter or something.

Guan Cihui got on the bus and headed north for more than dozens of miles out of the city before arriving in Baishi Township where she settled.

After getting off the bus, I happened to see a group of Helan people collecting rags.

A rickshaw, two donkeys riding backwards, and a pile of broken furniture and old goods were their belongings and harvest.

According to Guan Cihui's understanding, these people are just small fish and shrimps who can't survive in Sijiu City and have been squeezed out by the big fish. They look for fish and insects to eat in such a place full of rubbish.

Seeing Guan Ciying get out of the car, those people greeted her familiarly: Uncle Guan, have you entered the city? Did you buy anything good?

Guan Ciying said with a smile: I didn't buy anything. My son went to the city to work part-time. I thought about making up some money, but people thought I was old, so I didn't want it. Hey, hey.

That's because they are blind. Uncle Guan is stronger than the young man! Besides, Uncle Guan, your ancestors must have been from a wealthy family! Just throw something to us and it will work for three years for others!

How can there be so many good things? Haven't you seen my shabby place yet? I won't tell you anymore. I have to go home for dinner. If I get back late, my wife will burn the pot.

Hahahaha~

Several people collecting second-hand goods exchanged a few words with Guan Ciying and watched him leave.

When Guan Ciying walked away, they murmured to each other: We have to go to his house another day. We earned 180 yuan for that snuff bottle, which is quite a meal.

If you ask me, we should go to that old Mr. Song to learn more. We just had a drink with him, and in the end we got this news and made a hundred and eighty yuan.

Yes, yes, that old man is a capable person. According to the method he said the day before yesterday, he actually saw the chair and made forty-five yuan when he changed hands!

Fuck, you made forty-five dollars without even saying a word. You must treat us to a bowl of mutton soup at noon today.

Two bowls of mutton soup are nothing. I'll add two steamed buns for you.

Several people were very happy to get to know an old man named Song, but they never expected that they had been plotted by that guy Old Song.

It's just that there were some accidents that Lao Song didn't expect.

. . . . .

Wei Jiaxian took the train for more than ten hours and finally arrived in Zicheng. He got out of the train station and backed into the car. After traveling 40 kilometers south, he arrived at an industrial area half-hidden in the mountains.

This is the Boshan District of Zicheng, one of the four major porcelain capitals where flowers are grown. It not only has a long history and cultural heritage, but also has the largest ceramics factory in the world at this time.

However, in the following decades, the world's number one ceramic factory fell apart and was scattered on the surrounding hills. It was divided into hundreds of large and small porcelain kiln factories, silently guarding the ancient inheritance.

It wasn't until I came to Zi to catch up on the baking that this place became known to everyone again. Whether it was high-quality and low-priced ordinary household porcelain, or tens of thousands of finely crafted gift porcelain, tourists who came here were amazed.

According to the owners of some ceramic shops, within a few months, all the inventory in the warehouse was sold out, and the price of a household tea set had risen to forty yuan, and customers still didn't blink. They only sold for twenty-five yuan or more in the past. Thirty!

These real people feel embarrassed when their prices go up by fifteen yuan.

Hello, where is Hua Minzhi?

Hello, may I ask

Wei Jiaxian smelled the strong smell of coking coal in the air and inquired all the way. When it was getting dark, he finally found the person he was looking for in a certain dormitory of the ceramics factory.

Uncle Hua, I am Xiaoxian.

You are Xiaoxian! Come in, come in, Juhua, my eldest nephew is here. Go and buy half a catty of pig head meat.

Sit down, I haven't seen you in these years. The last time I saw you, you were no taller than a chair. I really can't believe how you found me?

The man in his fifties stared at Wei Jiaxian for a long time before excitedly leading him into the house, asking his wife to buy groceries and busy making tea.

When my father left, he left me Uncle Hua's address. I asked along the way to find it.

Your father is leaving. When did he leave?

Hua Minzhi was stunned and almost dropped the teapot in his hand.

Wei Jiaxian said calmly: My father has been gone for seven years, and he has fallen into his old habits. He didn't suffer much when he left.

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It's good if you don't suffer, it's good if you don't suffer!

Hua Minzhi nodded and made tea for Wei Jiaxian, his excitement suddenly dimmed.

Hua Minzhi's wife went out to buy groceries, and the two of them looked at each other in silence. After a long time, Hua Minzhi said, Well, Xiaoxian, how do you live now?

If you don't have a solution, I'll ask you at the factory and arrange for a temporary worker. I still have that respect.

Wei Jiaxian shook his head and said: I am going to the capital with Lao Song now to do some old work.

Old profession? Old Song? Is that your pawnshop owner Xiao Song?

Hua Minzhi was immediately startled and said in a deep voice: Xiao Xian, I admire that Xiao Song's loyalty, but I despise his style. He is a troublemaker and a troublemaker!

Wei Jiaxian remained silent, took out the pattern of the tea set and five hundred yuan from his bag, and put them on the table.

Uncle Hua, I came today because I have something to ask for.

Hua Minzhi looked at Wei Jiaxian in surprise, then at the five hundred dollars on the table. After a long time, he picked up the drawing.

He just opened it and took a look and understood something.

Xiaoxian, who are you trying to lie to? Stop fooling around. Your family has been passed down for three generations. You can't go into dirty water again!

Hua Minzhi's tone of voice was not right anymore, with a hint of fear and deep uneasiness.

But Wei Jiaxian didn't say anything, just stared at Hua Minzhi.

The two people looked at each other, and after a long time, Hua Minzhi finally saw the sparkling tears in Wei Jiaxian's eyes.

Hua Minzhi carefully put away the drawings and said in a low voice: Take the money back, and you and I will decide the color tomorrow. The things will be handed over to you in three days, but I still want to say that I have some grudges. It's better to let them go. .”

Wei Jiaxian lowered his head, shook his head, and whispered: Thank you!

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Beijing, Beiertiao Street Enamel Factory.

Guan Dasheng pushed his half-new bicycle and walked out of the factory gate with the crowd after get off work.

The employees who came off work with him intentionally or unintentionally distanced themselves from him, making Guan Dasheng seem a bit outstanding.

The factory director is standing at the gate! Who dares to get too close to a backward person who can't work ten days a month and spends the rest of his time either in hospital or acting shady?

Guan Dasheng, if you are so lax next month, I will fire you.

Yeah, I know the factory director.

Guan Dasheng dealt with it verbally, but he didn't think so in his heart.

Just the day before yesterday, the group of antique dealers who bowed to everyone when they met came to the door again. Faced with another price increase by Mr. and Mrs. Guan, although they were furious, they did not overturn the table.

This aroused the greed of Mr. and Mrs. Guan Dasheng. Even Guan Ciying, who had always been calm, was a little unsure whether the set of colorful flower and bird pots was really worth 20,000 yuan.

Twenty thousand yuan!

【Fire me? What if I had 20,000 yuan? You haven't even peed in your pot yet! 】

Guan Dasheng rode his bicycle and walked home leisurely. As he walked, he suddenly saw a familiar figure.

Lame, yellow teeth, riding a tricycle, isn't he that powerful old man from Dongshan?

Hi, old man.

Guan Dasheng parked his bicycle in front of Lao Song's tricycle.

Hey, you are that young man from Kitajiao!

Yes, that's me.

Guan Dasheng took out his cigarette case with a smile and handed Lao Song a cigarette.

Thank you, old man, last time. Otherwise, I would have suffered a big loss. I almost sold such a good thing for sixty yuan!

Old Song took out a match and lit cigarettes for the two of them. He bared his yellow teeth and said, That's true. I despise those liars. They obviously want good things worth hundreds of dollars, but they just want to get away with them for a hundred and eighty dollars.

How about a few hundred yuan? Guan Dasheng proudly said to Lao Song, Now people pay up to 8,000 yuan.

Eight thousand?

Old Song looked at Guan Dasheng in shock, and after a long time he murmured: That's not right! I saw an identical set in Panjiayuan yesterday, and the asking price was only one thousand and two thousand.

Old man, are you kidding me?

Guan Dasheng said contemptuously: Can things be the same? Those in our house are old items from the Ming Dynasty.

That's right! Lao Song said firmly: I looked carefully and found that the age, appearance, and provenance are all about the same.

Your set of pots were made in batches according to the palace's drawings. They are neat and precise, but they are not flexible and lively enough. I think they are worth eight or nine hundred.

You're talking nonsense! I think you're a decent person, so why did you drag me up when I gave you a cigarette?

Guan Dasheng snatched the cigarette from Lao Song's mouth with his bare hands and burned his hand without even noticing it.

But his heart couldn't help but beat loudly.

Because his uncle Guan Cihui and his father Guan Ciying once said that the set of pots at home were indeed old things, but they lacked aura and were not top-notch products.

If you don't believe it, just go to Panjiayuan and have a look! It's at the stall east of the big mound.

Just wait for me. If you lie to me, I won't slap you.

Guan Dasheng got on his bicycle and ran towards Panjiayuan.

But he didn't see Lao Song behind him, showing an evil smile.

If you are not greedy, who can deceive you?

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