"Handsome guy, get up~~, handsome guy, get up~~~" The alternative alarm clock signaled the arrival of a new day. Our protagonist narrowed his eyes, climbed up from the bed with hatred and helplessness, reached out and pressed the damn alarm clock, and sighed in a low voice: "You can't wake up naturally when you sleep. For me, this is the most painful thing in life." He kicked the quilt, put on his shirt, and ran into the bathroom.

Let me introduce it, Yang Tianwen is twenty years old this year and looks pretty good. He is a little handsome than ordinary people, but he is far inferior to those handsome guys at the age of eighteen. He grew up in an orphanage and successfully entered XX University at the age of eighteen. He was assigned to an unpopular archaeology department by the school. His personality is hard to say. There are some optimism and some are also introverted and unsociable.

Yang Tianwen closed the door, ran out of his rented doghouse of 40 square meters, rode his bicycle, and rode to the school. Breakfast? Save it, it’s no big deal to be hungry. The doghouse is very close to the school, and you can get there for two minutes without a ride.

Although it feels a bit big for living alone for 40 square meters, if you add a few rows of bookshelves, a room full of old books, and an old desk, it will look a bit crowded.

Yang Tianwen's school is just a second-rate and third-rate university, and it has a wide range of management. As long as you don't influence teachers and classmates in class, you can do whatever you want. Yang Tianwen is a good student with both good character and academic performance. He has never missed attendance every day, and his grades are also excellent. All of this is for the damn scholarship. Yang Tianwen, who has no support from his parents and relatives, not only has to rely on himself, but also has free bonuses like this, no one will get it.

In college, the relationship between classmates is relatively weak because everyone rarely communicates except for class, and Yang Tianwen is even more so. After class, he goes home. Because there is no problem of living in the school, he can basically just call out some people's names and has no friendship.

There are few courses in the Department of Archaeology and it is very loose. Yang Tianwen has more time to plan for life. After class, according to common sense, Yang Tianwen hurried out of the classroom and called as he walked: "Fatty, I checked it for a long time last night and finally found it. That piece of jade is really famous and worth buying. I'll go there now."

On the other end of the phone, a honest male voice came over and said, "Brother Wen, is it the two of us a joint venture?" The fat man is one of Yang Tianwen's few friends. They all came from an orphanage, but the fat man came out of work early in the morning and did not get into college like Yang Tianwen.

Half an hour later, Yang Tianwen came to the city with a familiar journey, a small market specializing in buying and selling antiques on street stalls. There were even some dilapidated orphans and ancient treasures from all dynasties. Of course, more of them were fakes, but there were still many people who came to find gold. After Yang Tianwen came out of the orphanage, he kept reselling some real gadgets for a living. It was like some small copper coins, small Buddha statues, etc. The cost was low and the profit was good. Generally, if you have good eyesight and luck, you can buy things for hundreds or thousands of yuan for hundreds of yuan.

After locking the bicycle, I met with the fat man and squeezed into the crowd. To be honest, most of the people who came here were middle-aged and elderly people. Buying and selling some old things was also an interest and passing some time.

The two of them rushed east and west to a relatively remote street stall, and greeted the boss familiarly: "Grandpa God of Wealth, where is the ancient jade last time?"

An old man in his sixties was sleeping on the old chair. He heard the sound and squinted his eyes, sat up and said, "Young man, I can't tell you you are really aware of the goods~! I said, the things I sell are definitely real things." No one knows what the old man's name is. Everyone calls him Uncle Cai, or Lao Cai or something.

Yang Tianwen smiled and didn't say anything. The fat man rolled his eyes and didn't agree. He had been here for more than a year, two years, and wasn't familiar with them? You should go and go to the stranger. But the fat man was not so stupid that he would offend him.

The old man took out a brand new wooden box, opened it and handed it over and said, "Check it out."

Yang Tianwen took out the magnifying glass in his pocket and studied it. Good or bad things like jade are about the deep color and the flawless silk. Of course, to sell well, there are also some fame, such as ancient jade brought by an emperor of the Han Dynasty.

After carefully looking through for more than ten minutes, the boss was lying on the chair, half-squinted his eyes, and did not make a sound urging.

"No, it's true, Fatty, give the money!" Yang Tianwen covered the box and said. By the way, he took out a dozen envelopes of the old man's head bag from his inner bag and handed them to the fat man. He thanked him, "Thank you, God of Wealth." He saved the word "Master".

After paying the money, Yang Tianwen handed the box to the fat man and said, "In the afternoon, I may not be available. You can take it to the bank and rent a treasure safe and put it in place first, and then go online to contact the buyer."

The fat man was stunned for a moment. Although this was often the case before, the number had never been so large before. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you so relieved me?"

After hearing this, Yang Tianwen grinned and said, "Of course."

The fat man nodded happily and left with the things. The jade was bought for nearly 2,000 yuan. It was the largest transaction since the two of them had been together in two years. If they were reselled and found a good buyer, they could sell at least tens of thousands of yuan.

Yang Tianwen was very relieved. First, everyone grew up and had deep friendships. Second, the fat man would never be able to do this business again after leaving him. In the antique industry, what he needs is not just luck, but more professional knowledge and excellent inspection skills. If you can't even tell whether the thing is true or false, then that's a big deal? In the Taobao industry, I dare not say that I know astronomy and geography, but I have to understand most of it.

After the fat man left, Yang Tianwen asked, "Grandpa God of Wealth, do you have any old books such as broken pages of unofficial history? Let me take a look."

"No." Old Man Cai replied, "You kid want to read in vain again?"

Yang Tianwen has been here for nearly two years. Whoever knows that this kid likes the most is reading books. Don’t look at Yang Tianwen, who is not so evident, has an IQ of 249, and 1 is 250. He has the superb ability to remember everything he sees, and is absolutely a geek.

Yang Tianwen was not disappointed, and stood up and was about to leave. Suddenly, he glanced at something from the corner of his eyes. It was a square stone that was half an inch thick used by the old man Cai to cushion the corner of the chair. If it was just a stone, of course it would not attract Yang Tianwen's attention. The key was that the stone was a pattern of a compass. Compasses are generally used by Feng Shui masters to side with Feng Shui, or are decorations used to avoid misfortune. On these street stalls, compass is of course not rare, with many types, large and small, and different styles. However, the pattern of the compass on this stone seems to be formed naturally, and there is no carving image, giving people a feeling of being one.

"Grandpa God of Wealth, what's the stone under your seat? Is it sold?" Yang Tianwen asked.

The old man Cai looked down at the chair, reached down with his hand, pulled out the stone slab with a slight tug, looked at it, handed it over and said, "Oh, this thing I picked up on the mountain before, it was not worth much. If you want it, you can give it to you, just treat it as a buy one free one."

Something that costs money and something that he is interested in, Yang Tianwen naturally won’t take it politely and thanked him: “Thank you, I’ll leave.”

I walked around and found that there was nothing good, so I rode my bike away, and put the stone slabs in my bike's pocket. I rode my bike alone on the city street full of tall buildings. The familiar city in front of me always gave Yang Tianwen a sense of strangeness that was inextricable.

After a walk in the vegetable market, I bought some vegetables and went home. I went to the kitchen to copy a few side dishes, picked a book on the bookshelf, opened it, and read it while eating. After so many years, only these books can relieve the feeling of loneliness in my heart. Yang Tianwen reads a lot of books, including official history, unofficial history, military books, Taoist books, Huangting, astronomy and geography, and medical stars, but there is no foreign thing, because Yang Tianwen really looked down on those things.

The Chinese nation has a splendid civilization of five thousand years, the greatness of ancestors, and the wisdom of its predecessors. Even today, when science and technology are highly developed thousands of years later, it is probably difficult to fully understand. A magical book of photos, based on the theory of the Five Elements, records the changes in human nature, future and destiny. Can science explain this?

The changes in the celestial phenomena are unpredictable and the stars are twinkling. It contains infinite philosophy. As early as in ancient times, there was a saying of astrology to drive away good and avoid bad luck. What's more, there are magical recipes for pursuing the art of immortality. The magical needle and guilt are far from comparable to today's medical skills. The greatness of the ancients cannot be expressed in words. How many people are there to remember the ancient legends and glorious history?

After dinner, I cleaned up my things, washed them, and returned to the desk. Because the space was limited, the small old desk was placed in front of the bed. I sat down, picked up the cigarette on the table, lit it, and took a deep breath. After the meal, I felt like a god. I felt a while and buried my head in the book. There was no class in the afternoon, and I had a lot of time. Today I made a big deal and I could rest for a while.

Just as time passed, a disharmonious cell phone ringtone suddenly rang. Yang Tianwen did not look up, but reached out to pick up the phone at the table and answered, "Hey~~"

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