"make a deal."
Liu Yihang counted out four hundred yuan and handed it over.
The man counted twice, thinking to himself that he had met a real rip-off today. A pot of roses for a hundred yuan was such a bargain.
I made a lot of money today, so I can play mahjong all night tonight.
He was in a good mood and enthusiastically told Liu Yihang that there were many tricycles hauling goods at the entrance of the alley, and that they could help haul the goods back if he paid a little money.
Liu Yihang moved the things he bought to the door first to make room for others.
Xiang Tianhong finished looking at each room and came out.
He was holding two small objects in his hands: a black square lump and a slightly larger cylinder.
At first glance, you can't recognize what it is at all.
Xiang Tianhong has already spent five hundred yuan to buy these two items.
Seeing them leave, the fat man quickly closed the door and looked around nervously for a moment.
The two were puzzled.
Yunyin went to the alley entrance and found a tricycle. The three of them helped to load the things onto the tricycle.
As they were moving their things, an old lady passing by saw the flowers they were carrying and shook her head: "They're even selling flowers now. What unfilial descendants! What a waste."
After saying that, the old man limped away with his bound feet.
The tricycle needed directions, and there wasn't enough room for two more people, so Yunyin went back with the tricycle first.
Liu Yihang and Xiang Tianhong chatted about the things they had bought that day as they walked back.
The two walked quickly and soon caught up with the old woman. Seeing her sad appearance, Liu Yihang asked, "Grandma, do you know the original owner of that house?"
He was quite interested in this old man who had hidden a treasure but didn't tell his children and grandchildren.
“How could I not know him? We’ve been neighbors for decades. Old Huang used to be a traditional Chinese medicine doctor. People in our neighborhood would go to him for any headaches or fevers. He’d prescribe some medicine, and they’d feel better after taking it.”
He is a kind-hearted man who helps the poor and sometimes even treats them for free. We all remember his kindness.
Unfortunately, good people don't live long. Old Huang and his wife had a heartless son who squandered all the wealth they had built up.
In his younger days, when Lao Huang treated patients, people who didn't have money to pay him would use antiques to settle their debts. Unbeknownst to Lao Huang, his family had accumulated quite a few valuable items.
Over the years, his son stole everything, one thing here and one thing there, and gambled it all away. His wife also died of anger because of her son's gambling addiction.
Old Huang beat and scolded him, but he never repented. Later, his son moved away, and Old Huang finally had some peace and quiet. He lived there alone for almost ten years.
Good people don't live long. Who would have thought that after saving so many people, he himself would collapse on the ground and pass away without taking another breath.
That heartless son of his, before his father's mourning period was even over, had already managed to sell off everything in Old Huang's yard.
"It's better to sell them than let him waste them. Old Huang used to love those flowers; he would tend to them every day. Young man, you must take good care of them if you buy them."
In the end, the old man grabbed Liu Yihang's sleeve, his cloudy eyes filled with tears.
The saying goes, "When the rabbit dies, the fox grieves." People who are both old and frail are more likely to sympathize with each other.
"Don't worry, old man, I will definitely take good care of those rose bushes," Liu Yihang assured him earnestly.
"Okay, thank you. If Old Huang knew this in the afterlife, he could rest in peace. He always said that if he were gone, who would take care of the flowers for him?"
It seems that God's eyes were right.
After the old man finished speaking, he waved his hand and went in another direction.
Liu Yihang and Xiang Tianhong were deeply moved and unable to calm down for a long time.
After walking a short distance, Xiang Tianhong picked up the small black object in his hand and said, "I was wondering how he got this hand pulse pillow. Turns out he's an old traditional Chinese medicine doctor."
Don't be fooled by its current dark appearance; once I get back and treat it, it will shine again.
This is a Tang Dynasty tri-color lotus hand pulse pillow. I just happened to pick it up from the leg of my desk. People who don't know its value would only think of it as a table cushion.
I had seen this shape once before, and I just checked it again myself, so it should be correct.
The big one in my hand is a porcelain pillow. The old man went to great lengths to protect it, deliberately covering it with sweat and dirt without washing it. You can see there are still many mold spots on it.
That's probably why his son overlooked it and didn't sell it.
I just rubbed a corner open to take a look. It's an old porcelain pillow with colorful patterns. I'll have to wait until I get back and clean it completely before I can determine its exact age. I guess it's from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty.
The two items cost a total of five hundred yuan.
"This time, we had a very fruitful time searching for old houses," Xiang Tianhong concluded with satisfaction.
When Xiang Tianhong introduced the items, Liu Yihang used his X-ray vision to examine them. As he said, they were both treasures and genuine.
One is a Tang tri-color hand pulse diagnosis device, and the other is a Ming Wanli period polychrome porcelain pillow with figure patterns.
I bought it for 500 yuan and made a huge profit.
No wonder he was so happy.
Liu Yihang gained a completely new understanding of him and admired him greatly. Xiang Tianhong didn't have X-ray vision, but he was able to find these two pieces of gold from a pile of scrap.
He relied entirely on his X-ray vision ability and the help of the treasure-hunting rat.
He's definitely got some skills; he's incredibly capable.
"And you, tell me quickly, where are the things you found? I just saw the dressing table and flower pots you took away, they're just ordinary old things, they don't have anything to do with antiques," Xiang Tianhong asked suspiciously.
"I actually wanted to buy that little stool, so I took the dressing table down with it to avoid being noticed and to prevent the person from guessing and raising the price on the spot."
As for the flowerpots, they're not really antiques. I just felt it was a pity that the old man took such good care of them when he was alive, and now that no one is taking care of them anymore, I took them down. We just bought a new house, so we can put them in the yard and also in front of the shop.”
"Oh? So you only want that little stool, is it made of some precious wood?" Xiang Tianhong asked in surprise.
"I've learned a lot since I transferred to the archaeology department. Based on my judgment, its material is most likely Hainan Huanghuali."
Although the smell has faded over time, its distinctive patterns and cat's-eye effect are still intact.
"Hainan Huanghuali? If it really is Hainan Huanghuali, that little stool could be worth tens of thousands of yuan."
"We've had a good haul today. Go back and check. If it really is Hainan Huanghuali, you can bring it to my shop to consign. I won't charge you." Xiang Tianhong said with a smile.
"That's great, thank you so much, Brother Xiang. I'll definitely need your help whenever I find something I like. Remember to call me next time there's an event like this."
"Haha, no problem."
The two parted ways once they reached the main road, each going home to deal with their day's spoils.
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