When life returned to peace, Ge Zhuang and I could live our lives in peace. Occasionally, we taught Brother Zi how to read and read. He learned very quickly. He turned on DVD in the middle of the night and watched Japanese action movies alone at home. Ge Zhuang was so scared that he quickly turned it off and took all the discs away.

I asked Ge Zhuang why he was nervous? He said you were stupid. Seeing that Brother Zi was like this, he probably was in heat. When he was puberty for the third time in his life, you showed him this kind of thing. Where can we go to find the mother rice dumplings to get a breeding?

Life is as calm as water. Except for the occasional surprise of Brother Zi who occasionally brings us, there is no more trouble. I am used to this kind of life and think that life should be like this. But I don’t know that there is God’s will in the dark, forcing Ge Zhuang and me to go back to the old path again.

The matter has to be said to start in November. That day, Ge Zhuang secretly walked a jar from the old man's room and put it in a Ciqikou store. Unexpectedly, he was attracted by someone that day. There was a guy wearing a gentleman's hat on his head and claimed to be a Japanese guy who was willing to spend 10,000 yuan to buy it from him.

Ge Zhuang slapped his mouth and raised the price three times. Unexpectedly, this international friend didn't even blink and left a business card, asking if there were any similar antique jars in the Ge Zhuang family, and he was willing to pay a lot of money.

I took the business card and saw that the old man was called "Fuino Hawk", which was only one word different from the famous Japanese actor Kato Hawk. I asked him what kind of origin he was working, and was he a relative of Kato Hawk?

The old man said, "I am from Osaka, Japan. I am an antique businessman. I yearn for your Chinese culture and I also like to collect antiques from your country. I have my phone number on it. If two people can still produce similar antiques, I don't mind spending a lot of money to collect them."

Leave a business card, the old man in a suit and dress and a gentleman's hat left with a crutch, saying that he would come over tomorrow.

A broken jar sold for 80,000 yuan, and Ge Zhuang couldn't believe his mouth. Not long after the old man left, he ran under the telephone pole and muttered to the sparrow on the telephone pole. I asked him what he was doing. He said I wanted to try it, could he tell the sparrow on the telephone pole?

I said, shut up quickly, maybe we are wrong. What you came out of the old man’s study, might be if it was really antique? Eighty thousand is considered cheap. Didn’t you watch TV yesterday? One Yuan blue and white can be worth millions.

When Ge Zhuang woke up, he patted his cheek and said, "Then according to what you said, buddy sells it cheaply?" I said I was not sure. Although Ge Zhuang and I had been to the tomb and dealt with many corpses, they were like crossing the mountain. After all, they were not professional antique shoppers. I can't tell whether the broken jar is worth it or not.

I came up with an idea and asked Ge Zhuang to go home and ask how the broken jar was obtained, and don’t really get rid of the rare things.

In the afternoon, we both stopped doing business and hurriedly took a taxi back to Ge Zhuang's house. The old man was playing Tai Chi in the study. When he saw me, he hurriedly ran back and asked what was wrong?

Ge Zhuang ran away and said, "Old man, the things on our rice jar are always valuable. I sold a broken jar for 80,000 yuan. Is there anything else at home? Hurry up and give it to me, my son is going to send it!

"What?" The old man immediately became stern when he heard this and said, "You are bullying, a broken jar can be worth 80,000 yuan. Have you deceived others again?"

Ge Zhuang said this time it was really not the case, it was the jar you used to press the rice jar. When people saw it, they took the initiative to look for me and were willing to buy it for a lot of money. Is there any at home?

The old man said that these things were left by your grandfather. He fought against Japanese devils in the Northeast, but didn’t he sacrificed heroically? When the body was transported back, a box of relics was left. I found a few small pots from it, but I was reluctant to throw them away, so I put them all at home.

When Ge Zhuang heard that there was something else, he was so excited that his tears were almost falling. He rubbed his hands and sent it this time. A jar is worth 80,000 yuan. So wouldn’t I be able to raise enough money to go to Taiwan soon? Old man, give me all the remaining jars.

The old man said that they were loading old pickles under the cellar, so don’t slander me! He still didn’t believe that a broken jar could be worth 80,000, and said you can take it, but you are not allowed to lie.

We hurriedly went down the cellar and emptyed the jars containing the old pickles. We washed them with water. We couldn't find the clean cloth. Ge Zhuang stole the towel for the old man to wash his face instead, and cleaned the jar inside and out. He could still see the quaint patterns buried under the dirt. He looked familiar and seemed to have seen them somewhere.

Ge Zhuang and I were both stunned. Apart from the quaint appearance and a few more patterns, there was no other strangeness. It was even less than the jar of Ge Zhuang's kimchi. Why was that Fujiyehawk willing to pay such a large price to collect?

I thought something was wrong, so I asked Ge Zhuang to suppress his emotions first, and then called Chen Yun, who was transferred to the museum to work.

Business has recovered in the past few months, and Ge Zhuang and I have made a fortune, so we spent money to buy a second-hand brother. Ge Zhuang always likes to show off his face when he is fine. I don’t care about him, but he is not happy every time.

Chen Yun answered the phone and asked me what I was doing. I told her about the rough passage and asked if Chen Yun could take time to go to the house that Ge Zhuang and I rented, and help us identify it.

Chen Yun was also wondering why a broken jar could be sold for so much money, so she agreed. When we agreed to meet, Ge Zhuang and I moved the jar to the rented basement. The basement was quite spacious. It used to be a warehouse. Ge Zhuang and I moved the house for Brother Zi several times, and finally rebuilt the warehouse and placed Brother Zi in the innermost room.

Brother Zi is not picky about where he lives. He just needs to eat a lot every day, sleeps after eating, and stares at the wall after waking up, never paying attention to Ge Zhuang and me, immersed in a world alone. I once joked with Ge Zhuang that Brother Zi was born in the wrong era. If it were in the 21st century, he might have become a philosopher.

We carried a pile of jars into the house and sat down to wait for Chen Yun. At about eight o'clock in the evening, we heard the sound of the car engine in our ears, knowing that it was Chen Yun who came.

We have occasionally contacted Chen Yun over the past few months, but we have few opportunities to meet. However, she seems to be very concerned about Brother Zi, and she will come every one or two weeks to talk to Brother Zi, but Brother Zi never paid attention to her.

For convenience, Ge Zhuang also gave Chen Yun a handful of the keys to the warehouse. After two minutes, Chen Yun pushed open the door and came in. He was wearing a big red shawl and became more and more maiden. When he entered the door, he turned his eyes to the broken clay pots and said that this is what you are talking about?

Ge Zhuang said, "Big Girl, you are here. Isn't it piled up on the ground? We also want to ask you to appreciate it. Maybe this jar is worth a lot of money, so you can't let the little Japanese cheat you."

Chen Yun put on gloves and looked at the jar. The light in the warehouse was too dark, and she didn't see it very clearly. At the end, she said, "The year is quite long, and it is not too much to say it is an antique, but it is definitely not worth the price of 80,000, and it is estimated that it is worth two or three thousand."

Ge Zhuang was not very satisfied and said, "Look at it carefully, there are patterns on the bottom of the bottle mouth." Chen Yun said, are there patterns? Why didn't I notice it? I said the light here is too dark, so I'll turn on a flashlight for you and you can appreciate it carefully."

I turned on the flashlight and the light shone on the pattern under the jar, which made it look much clearer. Chen Yun said that there were really patterns, so she immediately held up a magnifying glass to look at it. Not long after, her face changed suddenly. She stood up and said to me and Ge Zhuang,

"Did you secretly go to the tomb again? Where did you get this thing?"

Ge Zhuang swears to the heavens, saying that the big girl, the great Marx can prove that Xiao Pumpkin and I are definitely first-class good people. We have never set up a tomb since we came out of Linjun's tomb last time! This thing was not obtained by a dou.
Chapter completed!