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"Brother, where are we going?"
"It's early in the morning. Of course, we should go and have breakfast first! Let's go!"
"I want to eat fried liver, burnt rings, and bean juice!”Han Chunming counted on his fingers what he wanted to eat.
"Alright!"
He Yuheng brought Han Chunming to a state-owned breakfast shop and shouted to the owner,""Boss, give me two fried livers, two bean juice, and four scorched rings!”
"Alright!"
The three snacks they ordered were all unique traditional snacks of Old Beijing. The people of Beijing loved to eat them, especially the scorched circle. Men and women, old and young, loved to eat it. They loved to drink bean juice with scorched circles.
After a while, the charred circle of bean juice was served. The charred circle was dark yellow in color and shaped like a bracelet. It matched the beige bean juice and really looked like a combination of soy milk and fried dough sticks.
In fact, as a southerner, He Yuheng, like many southerners, was not used to the sour and rancid taste of soybean juice when he first came into contact with it. However, he had been here for several months, and he had slowly gotten used to it. He even felt that it was different. Habit was a powerful and terrifying thing.
"Do you want some buns?"
Before the fried liver was served, the shop owner called out again.
"Alright, give me two stir-fried livers!"
"Alright!"
Two steamed buns stuffed with onions and cabbage and stir-fried liver were served directly. He pressed the steamed buns into the stir-fried liver and soaked them in it. The taste was indescribable.
There were two types of food in the city. The first was called " imperial food ", which was also known as " imperial feast " or " imperial dishes ".
The other type was the " market food ", which was ridiculed by countless outsiders as " poor people pay attention to how they eat ". It didn't matter whether they paid attention to it or not, as long as the food was delicious.
"Brother, if you're full, where are we going to play?”
"I'll take you to an old senior first to see some good things!”
He Yuheng took Han Chunming to Master Guan's house. Han Chunming looked at the familiar street and the familiar route, and said,""Brother, are you going to find my master, the Nine Gates Admiral?”
"You guessed right, but there is no reward.”
He Yuheng said casually.
Wait a minute! Master?
"When did you hook up with Master Guan?”
He Yuheng asked in surprise.
"It's too early."
Han Chunming said proudly when he saw He Yuheng's wide-eyed look. He Yuheng rolled his eyes at him and said unhappily,"You're good, kid. I didn't know.”
"Hehe, I don't have a chance." Han Chunming immediately tried to curry favor.
It was only the third day since He Yuheng returned to the quad.
"Brother Yuheng, why are you looking for my master so early in the morning?”
"What do you think about being your junior brother?”
"Hey! Alright then, come on, call me senior brother!”
"You want to start a dye workshop just because I give you some color?”He Yuheng hugged Han Chunming's neck and laughed.
The two of them laughed and came to the Nine Gates Admiral's house. Han Chunming even teased He Yuheng,""Junior brother, remember, be dignified, dignified.”
As he spoke, he even crossed his hands over his left chest to demonstrate for himself.
He Yuheng only looked at him quietly, but in the end, he still failed. Han Chunming was too interesting. From a young age, he grew up poor. When he read the original novel, he felt that he was a very righteous, upright, and especially fun person. He was especially likable. No wonder the Nine Gates Admiral was willing to take him as a disciple.
"Alright, I'll remember it. Dignity. Let's go in." He Yuheng said good-naturedly.
As soon as they entered, they saw Master Guan practicing Tai Chi in the yard. No wonder this old man was in good health and lived to around 100 years old.
"Kid, what are you doing here so early?”
She looked up and realized that Han Chunming wasn't the only one who came in. He Yuheng was there too.
"Kid, you're here?"
"Didn't I come to find you to be my master?”
"Did you bring the thing?"
"Yes, I guarantee that you'll be satisfied."
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At this moment, Han Chunming and his wife ran into the room and took out a teapot."Master, Brother Yuheng, have a glass of water.”
"Did you hear that? Han Chunming called me master. If you want to acknowledge him as your master again, you have to call him senior brother!”
This old man is also a bad guy! However, it was normal. There were no old men in the city who were not bad! Of course, the word 'bad' here meant that he had a bad mouth. His eldest brother, He Yuzhu, was the same. He had a sharp mouth but a good heart.
"I'll shout as long as you accept me!”
He Yuheng thought to himself that those who achieved great things did not care about trifles.
Then, He Yuheng took out a bottle of wine from his bag.
"Hey, is this for me?"
"That's right, Admiral of the Nine Gates, how can you not have wine?”
Master Guan looked at He Yuheng, then sat down and wiped the sweat off his forehead.""This door is not good!"
He Yuheng knew what he meant. There was already a slight sign of trouble before the incident next year. As an old collector who had been in Beijing for so many years, he naturally had his own connections. He did not want to cause trouble at this juncture.
Moreover, it was not the right way to play in this era, at least not the right way in the eyes of the public.
In fact, even in modern times, many people only played this as a hobby. A nine-to-five office job was considered a serious job in the eyes of the world.
He Yuheng admired those who didn't care about the opinions of the world, weren't bound by the secular world, and didn't change their original intentions. There weren't many people like that, and Han Chunming was one of them.
"I know. I've only learned a little, so I want to learn more and collect more things!”
"Let's take a look."
After pondering for a while, the old man finally spoke.
"Alright!"
He Yuheng's face was full of smiles. In this era, it was not easy to find a teacher who was truly capable and experienced in this field to learn from. This old man was definitely the best candidate in this city.
Looking for a ragdoll? He was a collector, so he didn't teach others. The main reason was that at this time, the raggedy Marquis was not much different from him. His knowledge and eyesight were still accumulating, and his current level was probably about the same as his.
He Yuheng took out the snuff bottle he received last night. He handed it to Master Guan.
Master Guan rolled his eyes and was dumbfounded.
This treasure was real at first glance in the antique shop. He Yuheng took out this one. It's a big shut door. It's fake at a glance!
Interesting!
Master Guan, who was sitting lazily on the chair, straightened up.
"Put it down!"
He Yuheng quickly put the things down, and the old man picked up the snuff bottle.
For fragile items, one had to wait for someone else to put them down before reaching out to take them. This had been the rule since ancient times.
Because if the next person who wanted to see it directly caught it with his hand, who would be the one who would get it if it was broken?
If it was an accident, it would be easy to settle the score, but what if someone deliberately played tricks?
Both parties insisted on their own words. If you said that you only let go when you held it firmly, he could also say that you let go before you held it firmly. This was not clear.
The antique industry had developed into the modern era. With the development of economy and science and technology, there were better conditions for the protection of antiques.
In modern times, one needed to wear gloves when touching treasures. Usually, gloves with high cohesion and friction, such as leather gloves or rubber gloves, were used to prevent slipping, to avoid leaving fingerprints on the treasures, and to prevent the body temperature from causing damage to certain delicate treasures.
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However, in this era, the conditions were limited, and everything was simple.
There were many rules like this. For example, if there was a lid on an object, the lid had to be removed first. If there was an object with a holder, then the thing on it had to be removed.
Another example was a teapot with a handle. It could not be carried. It could only be held or held in case the handle of the teapot was broken by accident or if the strength of the hand was not controlled well. Then, it would be incomplete. An incomplete teapot was worthless.
In the end, these rules were not only to protect objects, but also to prevent people from being schemed against.
This was because the human heart was the most terrifying. Everyone had a heart. Some had a bright heart, while others had a foul heart.
"Good boy. This thing is not simple!"
Judging from the drawing skills, it was full of mistakes. The peony cloud patterns on it did not match.
"Brat!"
"Hey, Master!"
Han Chunming heard Master Guan's call and immediately went up to him.
"Go, bring me the sixth book on the sixth floor of the bookcase in my room. It's called 'The Fifth Volume of the Qing Internal Treasure'!”
"Alright!"
He Yuheng immediately widened his eyes and said,"Master, can we find out the origin of this thing?”
"Kid, you really know how to climb up the ladder? Did you bring this?"
"To tell you the truth, yesterday morning, the ghost market under Zhengyang Gate bought it!”
Han Chunming heard this as soon as he came out. He immediately shouted with interest,"Brother Yuheng, you went to the ghost market? Bring me along next time!"
"No!"
As someone who shared the same interests as him, He Yuheng could understand Han Chunming's feelings. However, it was too much to bring a child to the ghost market in the middle of the night. He would wait until he was an adult.
"Brother Yuheng…"
Han Chunming begged.
"Don't go!"
Master Guan said before He Yuheng could refuse.
The old man's words carried weight. When the old man shouted, Han Chunming immediately drooped his head like a flower that had been blown by a strong wind.
He Yuheng flipped through the " Qing Internal Records Volume Five " and quickly found what he wanted to read.
There was a picture drawn on it, and it was the snuff bottle in He Yuheng's hand.
"It really has a source. It's even imperial porcelain!”
He Yuheng's rough judgment yesterday was correct.
Usually, if there was a source, it was definitely a treasure.
Master Guan looked at the snuff bottle and said,""During the Yongzheng period, in order to please the emperor, the governors of Guangdong and Guangxi took a different approach. This snuff bottle is made of porcelain, but mine is different. However, even after half a year of burning it, it still didn't work. It was either there was a problem with this or that. In the end, the governor was so angry that he got someone to make a completely wrong snuff bottle to warn everyone. Porcelain was much easier to burn than copper. In the end, he succeeded in burning it on the first try.”
"What happened after that?"
Han Chunming asked.
Master Guan took a sip of wine and said,""Later, the bronze snuff bottle and this were presented to Emperor Yongzheng. Emperor Yongzheng thought it had a good meaning and gave it to the Internal Affairs Bureau. As for what happened to it after that, no one knows.”
" I didn't expect you to get it." Master Guan looked at He Yuheng and said," This item belongs to a copper brother. It's in the Forbidden City now!"”
The old man was indeed the old man. He directly told him the origin of the snuff bottle.
He Yuheng remembered it because he had seen it with his own eyes in the Forbidden City in his previous life.
"I didn't expect you to get this treasure. This must be fate. Fate is important between people, and fate is also important between people and objects!”
Master Guan sighed.
"Master, this thing is all wrong. What's the use?”
"Tell me!"
Master Guan didn't want to say anything, so he pushed the question to He Yuheng.
He Yuheng thought for a while and said,""Why is this thing full of flaws but still a treasure? We have to start from the value of the antique.”
"There are three values in antiques. The first and most important value is the artistic value. This thing with artistic value was worth preserving. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
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