He Yuzhu put away the buns and was about to go home. A dirty and thin child by the roadside stared at him pitifully with his big eyes. The child was wearing a large, dirty and tattered costume. He was shivering in the cold wind.
His chapped lips were pale, and there were two black marks on his thin cheeks. It was obvious that he had frostbite.
How pitiful! How pitiful! This was what a poor person should be like!
For example, Qin Huairu could get 20 yuan a month, which was enough to buy 200 catties of noodles. At the very least, there was no problem with her basic necessities. She still pretended to be unable to live all day long…
Compared to the child in front of him, was that considered poor?
This child was so poor, but he didn't steal like a joke, did he?
He Yuzhu couldn't bear it and took out two meat buns from the oil paper and handed them to him.
"Take it and eat!"
The child stretched out his small black hand and took the meat bun.
In the cold wind, the black hand and the white meat bun formed a strange color difference, making He Yuzhu a little uncomfortable.
Looking at the child eating the meat bun in big mouthfuls, he sighed. Other than giving him a meal, he could not help this child much.
There were too many pitiful people these days.
He was not a saint and did not have the ability to save all living beings. He was even a bad person who had decided to live for himself in this life.
When He Yuzhu returned to the courtyard house, Qin Huairu had already returned to her room. She should be able to have a quiet breakfast now.
After returning home and having dinner with his sister, He Yuzhu wanted to go to Liulichang for a stroll. Even though it was only 30 yuan plus the mission reward today, it shouldn't be difficult to pick up a cheat like the Appraisal Skill Book.
Just as he was about to leave, he saw an old man leading a middle-aged man in a blue tunic suit into the courtyard.
"Zhu Zi, this is Mr. Li. I asked Mr. Li to help me take a look at that object.”First Uncle's words were really reliable. He had invited the expert over early in the morning.
"Mr. Li, please come in."
He Yuzhu was full of confidence. No matter what kind of expert you were, you couldn't compete with the system.
After seeing the armchair, Mr. Li looked at it for half a minute with his hands behind his back. Then, he took out a magnifying glass and looked at the corners of the armchair carefully. Then, he nodded.
"That's right! It was an authentic Ming Dynasty armchair. The carvings were exquisite, and the face was intact and well-preserved.”
"Isn't this called an armchair? Why did it become a circular chair?" First Uncle asked in puzzlement.
"There's an armchair inside the armchair, and there's also an armchair inside the armchair. Mr. Li, how much are these armchairs worth now?”
He Yuzhu was very knowledgeable about antiques now. He was more concerned about the price.
"Young people know a lot. This chair can be called a circle chair or an armchair. It's made of yellow rosewood and is from the Ming Dynasty. In the past, it wouldn't be exchanged for two thousand taels of silver.”
Mr. Li shook his head, as if he was a little sad about the current price. Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, the current antique market was getting worse by the day.
"Two to three hundred yuan?" First Uncle finally smiled. It seemed that Zhu Zi had good taste.
After sending Mr. Li off, the first uncle went home and took 500 yuan to He Yuzhu.
"Zhu Zi, take this 500 first. Remember, don't do anything that violates the rules.”
"Hey…Don't worry, Grandpa Yi. Don't you know me? How could an honest man like me do something illegal?”
He Yuzhu wanted to go to Liulichang. 500 yuan was a huge sum of money now. He might be able to buy a few good things.
He used his consciousness to store the money in his Dimensional Pocket so that it wouldn't be stolen on the way.
It took more than an hour to get to Liulichang. He Yuzhu looked around and was a little disappointed.
Several big old shops, Rong Bao Zhai, Cui Wen Ge, Huai Yin Shan Fang, had become shops selling the four treasures of the study.
The surrounding stalls were scattered, and there was basically nothing good.
In 1950, after the Law on the Protection of Cultural Relics was enacted, the sale of cultural relics was strictly prohibited in Liulichang. Many people who really had goods did not dare to set up stalls here openly.
In addition, the antique industry was in a slump now, and the common people had no money to collect antiques at all. As a result, the business here was declining day by day, and it was no longer as prosperous as before.
Just as He Yuzhu was about to return home, he found a purple clay teapot on a hawker's stall.
He Yuzhu took a closer look and a line of small words appeared in his mind: Fangzengshan purple sand bamboo report peace poetry pot. It was produced during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty. [Value: High]
"How much is this pot?" He Yuzhu quite liked this pattern. Bamboo for Peace. In his previous life, his name had the word 'bamboo'. He felt close to anything related to bamboo.
"You have good eyesight. This pot is 300 yuan!”The peddler's face was dark and bright. It was obvious that he had been setting up stalls for many years.
"Tell me the actual price. In this day and age, even famous paintings from official kilns can't be sold for a high price, let alone this pot of yours.”
"The lowest is 30! Not a penny less." The peddler saw that this person knew what he was doing, so he immediately offered the lowest price.
Puff!
He Yuzhu did not expect the price to drop so much. This was not a cut at the waist, but a direct cut at the ground.
"Pack it up." He didn't come here in vain today. This thing was at least more useful than a big tea jar.
On the way home, He Yuzhu went to the store to buy a lock. It was not only to prevent the stick from stealing, but also to prevent his teapot and the Ming Dynasty armchair from being left open all day long.
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