Tang Feng smiled faintly. When he was a child, he was like a duck. He was forced to pour in by the stubborn old man. He was forced to rob the tomb robbery skills and cultural relics identification. Looking back on the past, it was naturally painful. He said: "Although the Hongxi Dynasty of Emperor Renzong of Ming Dynasty was only one year, he was also praised as a benevolent king by later generations. In fact, the political situation of the Yongle Dynasty was shaped by him. He did not like red tape, so there were such simple and clear memorials and criticisms."

"Eat something." Lin Muyu pushed the snacks in front of him, and renewed a cup of tea for him, and then asked, "How much is this memorial worth?"

Tang Feng shook his head and said, "The value of cultural relics is not determined by money. I have no plans to take action on this thing yet. I will hold it first and see the future market conditions." For antiques with appreciation potential, collecting them is far more profitable than selling them.

Lin Muyu got up and came to the window, looked at the floating clouds under the blue sky, and sighed softly. She said, "I remember a celebrity said that the greatest happiness in life is to do what you like to do and make a living with it. So, I think you are happy brother."

Tang Feng asked while eating: "Does sister like writing scripts?"

Lin Muyu's expression began to soothe when she talked about her profession. She said, "I like it. My dream is to become a top-notch screenwriter. At present, domestic film and television works are polarized, and the entertainment of the public is often vulgar. Just like Mango TV, the lively surface is just a gorgeous coat, but the works produced are flashy and unreal, and there is no nutrition at all. Those directors who make art films are eager to incorporate their illogical thoughts, with high music and little taste, which makes people not know what to express for a long time. I think the best works should be subtly integrated into their thoughts while entertaining the public, so that the audience can have some spiritual feelings and resonance after entertainment of their body and mind."

"I don't understand these things. If you look good, I will watch them. If you don't look good, I will not watch them." Lin Muyu said very reasonably, but Tang Feng had no resonance at all. He said: "My sister also does what she likes to do and makes a living with it, so you are also happy."

"Happy?" Lin Muyu shook her head gently.

"Sister is an urban white-collar worker, beautiful, fashionable and independent. I always think that a beautiful scenery like my sister is the vitality of a city." Tang Feng's impression of the city is probably only that.

"Follower." Lin Muyu sorted out Tang Feng's hair with her hands and said, "You won't understand." She sighed. Urban white-collar workers, beautiful and fashionable, are like people who know how to drink water, and they are just superficial scenery. Does anyone know the bitterness behind this? In a patriarchal society, it is not easy for women to be completely independent. Even though they don't like someone, they still have to force themselves to be vain and be wary of others' ulterior motives. It is difficult to be a woman, and it is even more difficult to be a casual woman, so they can only face it against their will.

At this time, Chen Yan's shout came downstairs - Tang Feng, are you okay?

"Hey, here we come!" Tang Feng responded and said to Lin Muyu: "Sister, let's go."

When Tang Feng and Lin Muyu went downstairs, there was another person next to Chen Yan. Chen Yan introduced him to everyone. This person was tall and thin, just like Tang Feng, and his name was Yang Jun.

Yang Jun greeted and said, "Hello bosses." Tang Feng knew that his hometown was not beyond the scope of Yunnan, Guizhou, Sichuan and Chongqing, but the other party's identity and status were unknown, so it was not good to go to the fellow villager at this time.

Yang Jun took Tang Feng and the others from the main street to the alley, and finally came to the backyard of a large mansion.

"Uncle Wang, open the door!" After Yang Jun called the door for a long time, he heard footsteps coming from inside. After a while, the person named Uncle Wang opened the door. This Uncle Wang is about fifty years old, short and has a solid body. Young is a character like a short-legged tiger.

A few people walked into the yard together, and they didn't know if they didn't look at it. They were shocked when they saw it. The front looked at the grand mansion, and the backyard was so cold that it was a "three-level jump". The ground of the alley was higher than the yard, and the ground of the yard was higher than that of the house. It was necessary to catch up with the rain, so I really had to hide outside and take shelter from the rain.

Yang Jun just introduced the situation of this family. In the past, the Wang family was a large family in this area. The front yard of the front yard of the back yard of the house was large and the side room was large. At the time of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Wang and his ancestors also adapted to local conditions. The marriage of their eldest wife and second concubine was like online novels today. When the tail was mentioned, as long as they were mothers, they could collect everything they could. In the face of the Republic of China, the Wang family was in decline. Women were running fewer and fewer women, and the big house was sold smaller and smaller. In the end, there were only two rooms left in the backyard.

At present, the situation is very good. After more than ten years of "the spring breeze of reform and opening up", it finally reached the old Wang family. Now that I have bought a house in Beijing, the dilapidated and fun here should be laid off.

Tang Feng walked into the house with everyone. The two rooms were connected together, and they were about fifty square meters. The inside was damp and dark, the smell of musty smell ran around, and the lights were dim.

Uncle Wang asked a few people to sit down. This time, even Jiang Yuan, who was more expensive in equipment than this house, sat down. No matter what, the old man could not feel that he disliked their family.

Lin Muyu sat next to Tang Feng. She looked around and asked Tang Feng in a low voice: "Can there be antiques here?"

Tang Feng said: "It is easy to produce good things in this kind of old house with a fallen family. There are lice combs three times. There are always fish that are not popular that are missing."

Yang Jun was probably just an intermediary. Looking at the scene, he said, "Mr. Wang, don't be polite. What are the things at home that have grown a little longer in the year to introduce to these bosses. Perhaps it is more valuable than your new house in Beijing."

"Oh!" Uncle Wang sighed and said, "To be honest, there are quite a few things growing in the family every year, but they are not expensive things. Some people used to have such an idea, but they ran away before they entered the door. They couldn't play with antiques in this ghost place."

"I said Mr. Wang, are you talking about serious business?" Yang Jun said impatiently: "These bosses are all busy and don't have time to listen to your pain in the history of revolutionaries."

"Hey, hey!" Uncle Wang nodded repeatedly, looking pedantic. Lin Muyu felt sad when she looked at the old man.
Chapter completed!