Looking at his grandfather's expression of "I want to eat", Yang Jing had an idea, opened his backpack, searched it in it, and washed it with the Yudian Duan inkstone, inner painting snuff bottle, and the pen given by Lao Huang, and placed it in front of his grandfather.

These three things were also safe when they were through security checks. When the security personnel at Heathrow Airport saw these three things, it was a pity that they did not understand Chinese antiques, and were fooled by Yang Jing with "artwork worth dozens of pounds."

Sure enough, when he appeared in front of his grandfather's eyes with three old objects, his originally confused eyes suddenly lit up.

Grandpa reached out and picked up the inner painting pot, turned it over and looked over, then looked up and said in surprise: "This pot is good. Judging from the workmanship and patina, it should be an old object from the late Qing Dynasty. However, it was not from the master's handwriting, but it was rare to be able to preserve it so well."

Hearing the old man say this, Yang Jing and his uncle looked at each other in surprise, and the old uncle asked anxiously: "Dad, do you still recognize these things?"

Grandpa glanced at his son with disdain and said angrily: "Why can't I recognize him? Are you stupid?" That expression and tone were not like a patient with a traumatized brain tissue.

As the old man said, put down the inner painting pot, picked up the Duan inkstone of Yudian, rubbed it for a while before nodding with satisfaction and said, "This is a good inkstone! Yudian's inscription, the material of the mazi pit, this inkstone is worth at least 70,000 to 80,000! After a while, this inkstone can appreciate in value, and it has potential than that snuff bottle!"

Yang Jing was really happy when he heard this. These three things belonged to him, so he certainly knew the value of these three things. Although this Yudian Duan inkstone was not as valuable as the inner painting pot when he was bought, everyone knew that with the current appreciation momentum of domestic miscellaneous antiques, it would take less than five years to make the value of this Duan inkstone.

The old man just said that this Duan inkstone could be worth 70,000 to 80,000, which must have happened seven or eight years ago. At that time, the old man had not gotten sick yet, so the value of this inkstone could naturally be seen at a glance. During the seven years when the old man was sick, he certainly did not know the price trend of antiques in China, but he was able to accurately state the price seven or eight years ago, which just proved that the old man still had memories of the disease before he got sick.

In the words of my grandmother, my grandfather’s favorite things in his life are hitting cats, fishing, and playing with antiques.

I won’t talk about hitting cats. As long as the weather allows, my grandfather will go out every week and weekends. The reason why my grandfather’s health was so good before was very related to the weekly hitting cats. After all, every time I go out, it takes nearly 70 kilometers to ride a bicycle, and sometimes it can reach a length of 100 kilometers. In addition, after my grandfather hits cats after he arrives at the ground, the amount of activities in this day is quite large.

Fishing is learned after my grandfather retires. As long as he doesn't go out to catch cats or go to the antique market, his grandfather spends five hours a day on the banks of the Grand Canal in the east. No matter it is windy or rainy, it is all about wind and rain.

As for playing with antiques, let alone. My grandfather’s ancestral home is Yanjing, and it is said that the conditions of my grandfather’s ancestors are pretty good. Therefore, when he was born before liberation, he followed his grandfather’s adults to the base of Xihuang City at a very young age, outside Chaoyang Gate, the northern city outside Desheng Gate, the western city outside Xuanwu Gate, the eastern city outside Chongwen Gate, and the eight ghost cities in Sijiu City all visited many times...

Later, he became a soldier and became silent for a long time after he changed his career. It was not until the early 1980s that a spontaneous ghost market appeared in Tianqu City again, and his grandfather returned to his old career.

The earliest ghost city in Tianqu City is located in Tiling Village in the northeast corner of the city. At that time, this ghost city opened on the 5th and 10th day of the lunar calendar. This day is also the day when Tiling Village is in the market, six days a month.

Later, when the Yandiankou antique market, which was closer to home, my grandfather had retired and had time. Therefore, whenever the antique market opened, my grandfather would stay there, from the opening to the end.

These things were told by Yang Jing when he was young, and when Yang Jing was young, his grandfather often carried him to the antique market, which is also the fundamental reason why Yang Jing likes antiques so much.

Obviously, my grandfather, who is almost no different from Alzheimer's disease, still remembers the past when playing antiques, and remembers it quite clearly, otherwise he would not have made the passages here so clearly.

My uncle was also happy, and he could see his back teeth.

My grandfather didn't care about the two of them being so stupid from where they were. He fiddled with the Duan inkstone and picked up the inner painting pot and looked carefully, making him look at it without distraction.

My uncle winked at Yang Jing, and the two of them arrived at the next house.

The uncle smiled and said, "You guys, you can do it. This time I will solve a big problem for your uncle!"

As he said that, my uncle sat on the bed, looking very happy. "Your grandpa has become more and more lazy to move in the past two years. Originally, this old man ate more and slept more. Now he weighs more than me. This is not a good thing, so I kept thinking about what to do for your grandpa to do in normal times? But there is no good way."

"Your grandpa is in this physique. Even if I drive him out to beat a cat, he can't run anymore. As for fishing, let alone, what if your grandpa dives into the river? So I've been worried about the past two years."

"Now, I've finally found a good idea. It seems that your grandfather has not put down the antiques. If I take your grandfather to the antique market, I guess I don't need to say anything about it. The old man will have to wander around a few more times by himself."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Well, this method is good! Uncle, I have nothing to do now. When the antique market opens, I can take my grandpa to the antique market."

The uncle shook his head and said, "You don't have that much time. Although you graduate, you still have to find a job. When you go to work in the future, you don't have that time even if you want to take your grandpa there... Oh, forget it, I'll do it! Anyway, your mother is retired now. When I take your grandpa out, your mother and your aunt can come to take care of your grandma."

Yang Jing looked at his uncle and felt a little emotional.

My uncle is worthy of being my own uncle, and I absolutely have nothing to say to me. Since I was a child, my uncle has loved me the most. When I was a child, I wanted something but my parents didn’t buy it. Usually, my uncle bought it secretly...

In my memory, my uncle was definitely a very handsome and handsome guy when I was young, but now he has become a fat uncle in his forties. Moreover, in order to take care of his grandparents, the company that was originally a good business cannot maintain it now.

Thinking of this, Yang Jing took out a card from the rural credit union from his pocket and handed it to his uncle and said, "Uncle, don't think about my work. I have a plan to go the future. Look, you can take this card first, and you can use it with some money. This is my nephew's filial piety to you."

PS: Today, Lao Mo, I was a little annoyed! I really was a little annoyed! I thought I had worked hard to write this book, I was working hard to check information, and I was working hard to reply to posts from my brothers and sisters. But what?

When I opened the pages of this book today, I found that the review of this book was only a pitiful 7 points! To be honest, at that moment, I really didn’t want to continue writing!

Why did Lao Mo write hard? It’s not that little manuscript fee, but the likes of all book friends. Book friends who followed Lao Mo from the book "Invincible Tank" should know that Lao Mo is not a full-time writer, but I have my own job. I started writing books just for my hobbies, but I didn’t expect that so many people would like what I wrote, so Lao Mo decided to keep writing until the book friends don’t like it or I can’t write it.

Therefore, I carefully conceive and write every book.

The previous book "The Grandmaster Superstar" was a bit disappointing, but Lao Mo was not discouraged. At least more than 20,000 book friends supported it. So I became more considerate of this book. From the conception to the outline, to the main text, Lao Mo was writing it very hard and thoughtfully, but what are you getting now?

A 7.0 score made me feel a little sad! Could it be that book friends no longer like Lao Mo? But when I saw the 10,000 collection numbers in the backstage, I felt relieved. At least so many brothers and sisters liked my books. But why is this pitiful score?

I don’t know who is making trouble. If you are making trouble, why not rated this book as 0 points? Make a score that is neither high nor low. Are you unethical and unethical? Do I call you or provoke you? Don’t like this book, click the cross in the upper right corner of the browser, and no one stops you, but are you doing these things?

Old book friends who followed Lao Mo should understand that Lao Mo's writing is a slow-tempered type. You made me write so passionately and ecstatically. I can't write it, that's not my style. Some people say water, some say slow, but what I want to say is that this is not water, it's just that I want to write what I want to say. I am the author, and I have the power to turn the things in my mind into words. Of course, you can also have the power to not read it. But please don't insult me ​​in this way.

Do you know how much we need to prepare and how much effort it takes to write a handwritten book?

Just a concept takes half a year or even a year, and then a syllabus just needs to be written for 70,000 or 80,000 words a month or two. After finally writing the outline, you have to make sure the direction and content of a book, and take several hours a day to write the main text. Those book friends who say water and slowness, please think about how many authors have worked hard at the end of a book? Please don’t use this method to ruin my book, okay?
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