It looked like all the furniture had been ransacked.
Yan Ning did not give up and continued to search other cabinets.
With so much furniture, there are always going to be one or two pieces that slip through the cracks.
After rummaging around for a while, she discovered a secret compartment underneath an ordinary dressing table drawer.
Yan Ning took out a dagger from the space and pried up the shelf.
Open the shelf and there is a folded paper inside.
She took it out and opened it.
It's a map.
Treasure map?
This word instantly came to Yan Ning's mind.
This piece of paper might be a treasure map, or it might be something else.
She looked at it carefully and guessed based on the words written on it that it should be a courtyard house in an alley.
The map only shows the floor plan of that alley.
There are more than twenty courtyards in the alley, but only one quadrangle courtyard has a peach tree painted in the middle.
This was the courtyard Yan Ning guessed it was.
Unfortunately, there are too many alleys and courtyards in Beijing.
Maybe we can look in the direction of the courtyard in the alley where the peach trees are planted.
Without thinking any more, she put the paper into her space and decided to inquire about it tomorrow morning.
Yan Ning continued to knock on the cabinet.
Finally, I searched all the cabinets, but found nothing except the piece of paper.
She came to the bottles and jars to see if there were any antiques.
She didn't need to look through them carefully, she just needed to take a quick look and take out any bottles that looked like antiques to examine them carefully.
Surprisingly, she found a Yuan Dynasty blue and white plum vase with cloud dragon pattern among a pile of bottles and jars.
Put it directly into the space.
After she had looked through all the bottles and jars, she finally went to look through the waste paper and books.
Most of the books were ordinary books, all scattered on the ground.
Yan Ning dug around in the middle and suddenly felt a hard object.
She pulled aside the books that were pressed down on her, and found a wooden box underneath.
She pulled the wooden box out, only to find there was another wooden box behind it.
Both wooden boxes were pulled out and placed on the ground.
Yan Ning used a flashlight to take a closer look.
Hey!
Isn’t this the black lacquered and gold-painted dressing box made of golden nanmu wood and a rosewood treasure box that the heroine in the novel found at the scrap yard?
There are small yellow croaker and big unity in it.
Now it was locked and couldn't be opened, so she simply put the two wooden boxes into the space.
Open it with your mind in the space.
The golden nanmu dressing box was filled with small yellow croakers, about thirty of them.
The rosewood treasure box contained the Great Unity. Yan Ning took a look and saw that there were about two or three thousand of them.
She put the small yellow croaker into the cabinet under the Duobao Pavilion where the big yellow croaker was kept, and the big unity was put into the wooden box where she kept her money.
Two valuable boxes were placed on the treasure pavilion.
Yan Ning continued to flip through the pile of books.
At the bottom, I found five scrolls.
She opened them one by one and found that the first few were calligraphy and paintings by modern painters and had little collection value.
She opened the last painting without much hope.
This is a calligraphy and painting.
Yan Ning casually scanned the font and pattern above and felt that they looked familiar.
She picked up the flashlight and shone it on the scroll to carefully examine the words.
Suddenly, Yan Ning's heavy breathing sounded in the air.
Su Dongpo's calligraphy and paintings!
It is stamped with several collection and appreciation seals of literati from past dynasties.
The quality of the paper and ink are both consistent with the craftsmanship of the Song Dynasty.
It’s the original!
Yan Ning once saw a painting of Su Dongpo's "Cold Food Post" in the study of Grandpa Su, a good friend of his grandfather in the 21st century.
Although the font of this calligraphy is different from that of the Cold Food Post, the brushwork style is exactly the same.
Yan Ning took out a pair of white gloves from the space and put them on, then found a feather duster to clean the dust on both sides of the scroll.
Then he carefully rolled up the calligraphy and painting, put it into the space, and placed it on the Duobao Pavilion.
Yan Ning stood up and looked around, and found that everything was clean.
Call it a day and leave.
She went to the window through which she had just entered, unbolted the latch, opened the window, and jumped out.
Then close the window from the outside.
Latch...never mind.
She could pry the bolt open with a blade, but she couldn't put the open bolt back into place.
After leaving the scrap yard, Yan Ning came to the nearby grove and entered the space.
After searching the scrap yard in Dongcheng District, she was considering whether to take this opportunity to visit the scrap yards in the other two districts.
Yan Ning looked at the time and it was already past ten o'clock.
Forget it, let everything take its course.
Don't be too greedy.
You can't chew too much.
She lay in bed, planning what she would do tomorrow.
I'll go visit Zhao Yunzhen first in the morning.
I heard that Zhao Yunzhen's uncle works in the Housing Authority.
See if you can ask her uncle to find out about the alley.
I have to go back to Twenty-First Century in the afternoon to deliver goods and help prepare for the opening the day after tomorrow.
After sorting out his thoughts, Yan Ning prepared to rest.
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8:30 in the morning.
Yan Ning woke up in the space, washed up first, and then went to the kitchen to eat a bowl of braised pork noodles.
I packed some hair ties, hairpins, hair ornaments, bracelets, necklaces, lipstick and perfume into my handbag. This was a gift for Zhao Yunzhen.
Ever since she returned to Daliushu, she has never thought of contacting Zhao Yunzhen.
She really is Zhong Wuyan when there is something to do and Xia Yingchun when there is nothing to do.
Every friend she makes has a purpose.
What a sin.
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