I became a god after resigning

Chapter 79 Four Faces

Not all those who sell "antiques" are uncles, they may be aunts.

For example, the owner of the stall today is an old lady. She is still peeling edamame while selling things.

When Song Ci walked over, she just looked up, and then continued to concentrate on peeling her beans.

The stall is huge and has a lot of things.

There are piles of indispensable copper coins on the antique stall.

In addition, there are various copper ornaments with strange shapes, and Song Ci even saw a three-legged bronze tripod inside.

There is a dazzling array of jade and emeralds, as well as ceramics, clay pots, and purple sand pots.

Boy, if this is true, it could open a small museum.

"Ma'am, how much is your gourd?"

Song Ci took a fancy to a copper gourd on the booth. The gourd was exquisitely crafted, with Tai Chi and cloud patterns engraved on it, which looked very similar.

"One thousand and eight." The aunt looked up and said casually.

Her expression was not warm, as if she didn't care whether Song Ci bought it or not, all she cared about was the beans in her hand.

"So expensive?"

"Can antiques not be expensive?" the aunt said casually.

"Antique? Which dynasty?"

"In the Song Dynasty, the emperors of the Song Dynasty liked to make alchemy and cultivate immortality, and they worked from top to bottom, so there were many utensils related to alchemy among the people. This gourd itself is used to hold elixir."

Yes, Song Ci did not expect the aunt to say such words, there is something.

But just listen to this, the Song Dynasty sold you one thousand and eight, and you haven't woken up from the dream.

"I thought it was from the Tang Dynasty." Song Ci showed a dazed expression.

"Tang Dynasty? Do you still understand this?"

The aunt showed a hint of curiosity, maybe she felt that there was no business and it was too boring, so she wanted to chat with Song Ci.

"That's right, in the Tang Dynasty, when Master Xuanzang traveled westward on foot, he passed the Lotus Cave in Pingdingshan, and was blocked by two of the kings. After a fight, he obtained this object from the hands of the two kings. Later, Xuanzang The mage dedicated this object to the king of Tang, and when the Tang Dynasty fell, it was lost to the people, and after several twists and turns, it flowed into your hands."

"Xuanzang?" The aunt felt a little familiar, but didn't realize it for a while.

"That's right, Tang Xuanzang, Tang Sanzang, this thing is called Zijin Gourd, it was a thing of the old Taishang Laojun. Although there is no elixir in it, but because of the long-lasting elixir, it has been infiltrated by the power of the elixir for a long time. Put it in rootless water, soak it for 49 days, after drinking it, it will strengthen your body, prolong your life, rejuvenate your youth, turn white into black, white bone and muscle growth."

"Haha, young man, you are really good at talking." The aunt laughed loudly.

"Don't talk, can you sell me one thousand and eight?"

The aunt was not annoyed when she heard the words, she smiled and said: "If you want it sincerely, you can take it at [-]."

"Isn't that what you get? You can get it if you give me a real price. I'll take fifty."

"That won't work. This gourd is made of pure copper. Even if it is sold as copper, it can be worth a lot of money."

Song Ci picked up the gourd and shook it in his hand, it was really heavy.

"Then how about this, I'll buy another jar, and I'll give you a hundred together. This jar is also quite peculiar, and it would be quite special to make a decoration when I go back."

Song Ci refers to the main purpose of his trip.

The reason why it is special is not only because there are four reliefs of facial makeup on the jar, but also because these reliefs are all upside down, with the head facing the bottom of the jar and the chin facing the bottle mouth. Facing down, so it looks very special.

"No, this is called four faces..."

"I know, it's also from the Song Dynasty, and there's another line of poetry." Song Ci said first.

"Four faces. The mandarin ducks want to fly together. The poor old man is white first. Spring waves and green grass, deep in the dawn cold, facing each other in red clothes."

The aunt couldn't help laughing when she heard the words, and felt that Song Ci was better than her.

But even so, the price still couldn't be lowered, so he said: "You add more, I'm an old woman who doesn't understand these things, she just helps my family look after the stall, if the price is too low, I will be blamed later."

Good guy, another routine has been changed.

"Then I'll add another twenty, one hundred and two for two pieces?" Song Ci asked tentatively.

"Okay, one hundred and two is one hundred and two." The aunt agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Song Ci: ...

I feel like I've said too much.

But now that the words had been spoken, he could only pay for it, and then asked the aunt for a bag, packed the two things, and carried them back to the car.

After closing the car door, just about to make a move, the phone rang, so I had to put the things down first.

It was Zhao Caixia who made the video call.

Although Zhao Caixia and Song Shouren are both so old, they are still very proficient in WeChat, and they post a circle of friends from time to time. There is no way, sometimes they don't want to use it, but the environment forces them to use it.

When you go shopping and all the stalls ask you whether you use WeChat or Alipay, they who have always used cash have to make changes.

Although I was complaining about the trouble at the beginning, I didn't understand why I didn't have to wait for the good money, but afterwards it was really fragrant and convenient.

Except for the shortcoming of feeling that money is not being spent practically, everything else is good.

The video was connected, and Zhao Caixia's face appeared in the camera, with a bright incandescent lamp above her head. At this time, they should be calling Song Ci in the restaurant.

"Have you eaten yet?" Zhao Caixia asked.

"I'm getting ready to eat. How are you doing? Did you go to the art exhibition in the morning? Did it look good?"

"I don't understand this, but Nuan Nuan thinks it looks good and is very happy."

"Just be happy, you guys are..."

"Let me talk to daddy, let me talk to daddy..." At this moment, a warm and excited voice came from the side.

"Okay, let you tell your father."

As the camera image trembled for a while, then Nuan Nuan's "big face" came to the camera.

"dad."

The little guy grinned happily at the camera, his cheeks were covered with oil stains, and he didn't know what he was eating.

"Tell Dad, what delicious food are you eating?"

"Hey, it's pizza."

As Nuan Nuan spoke, she also turned the phone to show Song Ci. As for herself, she twisted her body and talked to Song Ci with her head up. She didn't know to change the camera, so this funny scene appeared.

"Okay, I saw it, then don't eat it all, save some for me." Song Ci said.

"Okay." Nuan Nuan agreed very readily, but agreeing and staying or not are two different things.

After chatting with the little guy, she asked her to return the phone to her grandma. Song Ci told Zhao Caixia a few more words. After lunch, let her take Nuan Nuan to the park to eat before going back.

Only when Zhao Caixia faintly showed impatience, Song Ci hung up the phone.

Then pick up the four sheets again and observe them carefully.

The jar was rough, like a countryman's pickle jar.

The four noodles on the tank add a lot of color to it, and the four noodles use one face. The owner is fat, with a fat head and big ears, which looks quite Buddhist.

Because the workmanship is relatively rough, the four faces of joy, anger, sorrow and joy look too simple and exaggerated.

Song Ci turned the jar over, and there were a few words under the bottom of the jar.

After careful identification, it turned out to be the words Zhang Si Mian, which should be the owner of the jar, and the name Si Zhang Mian should also come from this.

But none of this matters.

Song Ci picked up the copper gourd next to it, and Duang smashed the jar through the plastic bag.

Then reveal what's really inside.

A real Facebook.

(End of this chapter)