Chu Tian obediently picked up one, put it to his mouth and took a bite. His eyes lit up and he looked down at the ordinary persimmon cake in his hand. He thought that even though he didn't like sweets, he thought it was very good.

"tasty!"

The woman was in a good mood after hearing this, and said happily, "Eat more if you like. Your uncle Wan doesn't like sweets, and I rarely eat them either. We can't finish the persimmon cakes we make at home every year."

Chu Tian finished eating a persimmon cake in his hand and took another piece without hesitation, "Well, then I won't be polite."

Seeing Chu Tian's natural performance, the woman felt even better. She looked at Wan Yong and said cheerfully, "Old Wan, pack some persimmon cakes from home for little brother Chu later."

"No, no need, Auntie, I'll just eat a few."

What a joke! He only needs to eat a few, how can he have the nerve to take more? He is not a child...

Although he didn't look carefully, Chu Tian saw the simple furniture in the house at a glance, as well as the clothes worn by Wan Yong and the woman in front of him. Although they looked clean and tidy, the white marks on the cuffs from washing showed that no matter what their previous identities were, their current conditions were definitely not good.

The woman smiled gently and said, "As I said earlier, we can't finish all these dried persimmons every year. They won't last long after the beginning of spring, and it would be a shame if they went bad by then."

Chu Tian opened his mouth and was about to say that he really didn't need it, but he saw Wan Yong had already taken a clean piece of oil paper and started to pack the persimmon cakes for him.

Looking at the bag of persimmon cakes packed by Wan Yong, Chu Tian thought to himself, okay, if they give it to him, he'll take it. At worst, he'll just consider it as something he owes them, and he can return it when he gets a chance in the future. After figuring it out, a smile appeared on his face, and he took it with both hands.

"Thank you, Uncle Wan."

Wan Yong nodded slightly. He sat back down next to the woman and asked in a low voice, "What did you mean by 'small'?"

"Speaking of Brother Chu's age, he looks to be in his early twenties, right?"

Seeing Wan Yong nodded, she continued, "Actually, she's already 28 or 29 years old, and she has three children."

She paused, not knowing what she was thinking about, a trace of sadness appeared on her face, but she still forced a smile and continued chatting with Chu Tian.

Wan Yong knew what his wife was thinking. He sighed in his heart and reached out to pat the woman's hand. The woman felt the man's comfort and raised her head and shook her head gently at him.

Chu Tian was drinking tea just now, so he didn't see the interaction between the two people in front of him. He sat there for more than half an hour. Seeing that the woman's spirit was getting worse and worse, he quickly stood up and prepared to say goodbye.

"Uncle Wan, when I came here, the deputy director specifically told me there was a letter in the package. He told me to read it and make a decision soon. No matter what you think, you should write a reply and let me take it back."

After a pause, he continued, "We will only stay in Beijing for two or three days. We will either return the afternoon of the day after tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at the latest, so I will come again the morning of the day after tomorrow."

"You can take advantage of these two days to think carefully about how to reply to our deputy director!"

Wan Yong nodded and said in a deep voice, "I understand."

After seeing Chu Tian out the door, Wan Yong turned back to the main hall. Seeing his wife's eyes were a little red, he sighed in his heart and walked forward to comfort her, "Jinyuan, don't be sad. The Red Army and the Red Soldiers will definitely be fine..."

The woman named Jin Yuan covered her heart and looked at Wan Yong, filled with grief. "Brother Wan, I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Otherwise, the Red Army and the Red Soldiers wouldn't be unable to return..."

Wan Yong held her hand distressedly and said, "Jinyuan, I don't blame you. They are all grown up and have their own lives. It's okay if they don't come back."

"However, Hong Bing is only one year younger than today's little brother Chu. But you see, he already has three children, but our Hong Bing has not yet married because of me."

Wan Yong bent down and looked the woman face to face. After a while, he slowly said, "Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. He is only twenty-six or twenty-seven this year. It doesn't matter if he gets married a few years later!"

Chu Tian didn't know that Wan Yong's wife was thinking of her son because of him. He walked out of Zhuanta Hutong and headed towards the Forbidden City. He thought that if he wanted to find a bargain, he must go to the alleys near the Forbidden City. After all, those places were previously inhabited by the descendants of dignitaries.

In the evening, Chu Tian returned to the guesthouse contentedly. When he stepped into the house, he saw Chu Min sitting on a chair with a happy face, carefully wiping the vase in his hand with a wet cloth.

"Second brother..."

Upon hearing this, Chu Min picked up the vase in his hand and showed it to Chu Tian, ​​"Brother, come and see, this is a blue and white porcelain vase, it is said to be an antique from two hundred years ago..."

There were candles lit in the room, so Chu Tian didn't see it clearly just now. But when he walked closer, he could clearly see the pattern on the vase. He didn't know much about antiques, let alone blue and white porcelain, but it didn't matter. The vase in front of him was really exquisite.

"Yes, it looks good."

"Second brother, how much did you spend to get it?"

Seeing Chu Min proudly extending two fingers, Chu Tian blinked and asked curiously.

"Twenty?"

Chu Min snorted and said disdainfully, "How is that possible? It's just a vase, how can it be worth twenty? I only spent two dollars on it!"

“····”

Chu Tian lowered his head in shock and looked at the vase in his hand. He turned the vase over and looked at the seal on the bottom. Then he slowly raised his head and looked at Chu Min, opening and closing his mouth to spit out two words.

"Swindler!"

Chu Min said "Hey" and reached out to pat Chu Tian on the forehead. "How can you talk to me like that? How can I be a profiteer? This is all consensual! Besides, if you hadn't told me that the antique would be valuable in the future, I wouldn't have paid a cent!"

Chu Tian curled his lips, "What do you mean by what I said is definitely valuable? I didn't say that! Second brother, don't wrongly accuse me!"

Chu Min knew Chu Tian was cautious, so he didn't take his denial seriously. Instead, he smiled and said, "Okay, stop fighting for him. He was so happy when he heard I was willing to pay two dollars for this bottle!"

"Come and see what else I've collected."

Chu Tian did not really stand up for the other party. After all, most people in this era did not have the ability to appreciate antiques. For most people, an old antique that was left behind at who knows when might not be worth a few dollars!

The most important thing is that we don’t know where they stole these things from...

"Not bad, I gained a lot!"

Chu Tian took a look at the things Chu Min received and found that they were really good. In addition to the large blue and white porcelain vase, there were also several small blue and white porcelain products, as well as several small gold ornaments, jade accessories and so on. Although the quality of those jade accessories was not particularly good, they were carved very finely. Even if they were not sold in the future, it would be nice to keep them to play with and wear.