The next morning, Yu Lifei went to the train station to buy a ticket back to Erfeng. The train at 11:30 pm will not arrive at Erfeng tomorrow at 5:30 AM. If everything goes well, he can even rush home to have breakfast. While there is still some time before work, Yu Lifei started purchasing materials.

In the past, Yu Lifei would bring some things to the old man every time he went back. For example, when he was in college, he would bring a pack of local specialty cigarettes. It was not expensive, about ten yuan, which was within the scope of his own financial situation and could also make the old man smile. After graduation, although he could make money, he would still live a tight life. The most expensive thing was the piece of round jade he bought when he went back last time.

But the old man just took a look and threw it to him. Unexpectedly, this round jade finally made Yu Lifei successful. Otherwise, he might have lived in poverty now. If he wanted to go home, he might not be able to collect the travel expenses.

But now, Yu Lifei is definitely rich and powerful. He can no longer fool the old man. He specially bought a woven bag, filled with: five cigarettes, ten bottles of ghost wine, twenty ducks with sauce, large pieces of bacon, and whole bacon. Although there is no shortage of bacon in my hometown, it is difficult to eat at this time. The old man is very good at eating bacon.

Of course, there are the most important ones: the six-ji inkstone in the Duanshidong, the ancient pine heart ink made by Luo Xiaohua, the large pen holder of red sandalwood, and the purple hair brush of vermilion painted by gold Kui and phoenix pipe. This time he went back, he was going to invite the old man to come out, so that he could use his remaining energy to help him see the shop. He could also bring him to his side and make his life better. Filial piety is the first priority. Since he has the ability to do this, why not take action immediately. The son wants to support his parents but his parents are not here, and he doesn't want to leave any regrets in the future.

After getting off work in the evening, Yu Lifei went to Su Dahai's store to buy ten-bit rice paper, and planned to bring the old man five-bit back, so that the rest of him would be left here. The half of Yu Lifei's ancient brick was still left, and the piece of residual ink was not thrown away, so he would still use it in the future.

"Boss Yu, are you going to receive a large amount of goods?" The best Red Star Rice Paper in Su Dahai's store is only a dozen times in total, but Yu Lifei took away ten times in an instant. Now, except for some calligraphers and painters, few people will buy such expensive rice paper. The same rice paper, Red Star Rice Paper is several times more expensive than other brands, and sometimes even ten times more expensive, which is no longer something that ordinary people can afford.

"A good horse is paired with a saddle, and a good pen is paired with a good paper." Yu Lifei said with a smile. The pen, ink, paper and inkstone are now ready except for good paper.

"Why are you really going to write with that stroke? Boss Yu, the collection value of that stroke is far greater than the actual value. I have a good lake pen here. If you need it, I can give you a few branches." Su Dahai saw that Yu Lifei really wanted to write with vermilion lacquer and painted gold Kuifeng tube purple hair pen, and looked regretful.

"Aren't the pen used for writing? Although it is an antique, it has to complete its historical mission. Now I want to find some more purple pens, so that there can be such good products?" Yu Lifei said dismissively that things are just for the top, and he believed that the old man would definitely like the pen with vermilion lacquer and gold phoenix tube purple hair.

"Boss Yu, Boss Yu, you're really good at it." Su Dahai sighed repeatedly. Yu Lifei opened an antique shop to sell antiques. But he is not selling antiques now, he is simply destroying antiques.

Yu Lifei went to Su Dahai to buy rice paper, but in fact he wanted to confuse his tone to see if he was still interested in his four embroidered screens. But Su Dahai didn't even mention it. It seemed that he was worried about his price increase.

When he came to Tanzhou, Yu Lifei was full of curiosity about everything here and was also confused about the unknown. He was confused about the old objects at that time, but now, he knew that it was an opportunity given to him by God. He was originally confused about his future and did not know what job he wanted to do. Since he first came into contact with antiques, he was convinced that he would never be able to leave antiques in his life. His life would inevitably be accompanied by antiques.

Although it has only been a few days, he sat on the train and looked at the dim lights outside the window, and felt as if he was home. His experience in the past few days may be more colorful than others in his life. He hopes that the old man can share his happiness, and hopes that the old man can follow him back to Tanzhou.

When Yu Lifei returned to the village, it was just dawn. After getting off the train from the county town, he rented a van to the town. He then rented a motorcycle. After walking for half an hour, he finally arrived on the mountain. Seeing the familiar wooden house, Yu Lifei weighed the woven bag in his hand and quickly walked over. The door of the house was never locked. When Yu Lifei pushed open the door, he saw the old man sitting at the table, preparing to drink porridge.

"Why, can't you make it?" When the old man looked up and saw Yu Lifei, his eyes were very calm, as if Yu Lifei was just going up the mountain to hunt and just came back.

The old man is actually not old, at least he doesn't look old. He has black and shiny hair, and his face has few wrinkles and his skin is very tight. If he only looks at his hands, he will definitely think he is a middle-aged man. Perhaps only from his deep and somewhat turbid eyes can he see the vicissitudes of time.

"If I can't make it, wouldn't it mean that your teaching failed?" Yu Lifei said with a smile, and took out a bottle of ghost wine and a cigarette from the woven bag, and said with a smile: "If you respect you, please accept it."

"You kid don't spend all your money on this?" The old man's eyes lit up when he saw something, and he quickly grabbed the wine. He opened the lid and smelled it, and immediately took a sip at the bottle. "I haven't drunk such a good wine in many years."

"In the future, as long as you want, you can drink such wine every day. Take this to the bar first, and I will make bacon for you at noon." Yu Lifei took out a pack of sauce-flavored duck, opened the packaging, and broke it down in three or two, and placed it next to the old man.

"I have no reason to show my kindness, but I am not a traitor. Tell me, did you cause any trouble?" The old man picked up a duck leg and ate it hard.

"You are so unconfident in me?" Yu Lifei pulled open the woven bag and opened a bottle of wine. He usually doesn't drink alcohol, even when he was with Ren Jingtian, he just drank some beer. But the old man used to like to let him accompany him to drink, but in fact his alcohol tolerance was pretty good.

"Why, are you robbing money?" The old man glanced at the woven bag. The bags of things were full of things. The little money Yu Lifei was on when he went out was not enough. Although Yu Lifei graduated from university, the competition in society is so fierce now. He has no problem, and he has no background, and his major is not very good. Apart from his own skills, the things he learned in school may not be used now.

"Why don't you say a good thing? Can't I pick up money?" Yu Lifei took a bowl, poured wine for himself, and after taking a sip, he said unhappy.

"You can't get the money." The old man shook his head gently. He knew Yu Lifei's personality very well. Even if he picked up the money, he wouldn't want it.

"If you hadn't taught me the skills you had been young, I wouldn't have made so much money, so I should have one." Yu Lifei patted the woven bag and said with a smile.

"You really robbed?" the old man asked in surprise. He could not have imagined that with Yu Lifei's ability, there would be any other way to get him to have so much money in a few days.

"Although it's not an open robbery, it's almost the same as robbery." Yu Lifei said with a smile. Wasn't he just robbing things from someone else's hands?

The old man looked like he didn't believe it. Yu Lifei didn't explain, but just reached into the woven bag and took out the Daxidong Duanshi Liuji Inkstone.

"Is this... Duan Yan?" The old man's eyes suddenly opened round, looking in disbelief.

"Look at what this is?" Yu Lifei took out Luo Xiaohua's ancient Songxinmo again

"Boy, where did you get this thing?" The old man's hands trembled slightly, gently stroking the ink, as if he was touching his own children.

"Don't worry, let's see how this pen is?" Yu Lifei took out the pen with vermilion lacquer and painted gold Kui Fengguan purple hair.

The old man was already numb at this time. Although he had moved here for more than 20 years, it did not mean that he had no vision. On the contrary, he recognized all these things and knew the value of them.

"There are also these rice papers for you." Yu Lifei said with a smile.

"I originally thought you were involved in the robbery, but now I am increasingly suspicious that you were participating in the tomb robbery group." The old man said. These things were valuable. According to his ideas, there might be no other way except to rob one.

"In your mind, I can only steal except rob?" Yu Lifei knew that the old man was deliberately angry with him, but he still couldn't help but feel depressed.

"Okay, let me put it another way, how did you get lucky?" the old man sneered.
Chapter completed!