The heavens set sail from the courtyard

Wang Gang made a bet with Cheng Jianjun, but he didn't take it too seriously. He still assembled the bicycle as if no one else was around.

Some of the parts of the two scrapped bikes he bought back were still usable. Wang Gang then went to the scrap collection station to find some parts, and pieced together a bicycle that was [-]% new.

After finishing the bicycle, he rode around the yard deliberately, and was seen by Cheng Jianjun and Su Meng, who had different expressions.

Su Meng didn't expect that Wang Gang could use two scrapped cars to build a bike that could be ridden, and a gleam flashed in his eyes.

Cheng Jianjun was a little flustered, but he felt relieved when he remembered that the bet he and Wang Gang made was a new car.

Wang Gang rode a [-]% new bicycle and went directly to the bicycle repair shop.

"Boss, let's see how much this bicycle can sell for."

The owner of the repair shop checked the condition of the car, and then said to Wang Gang: "This car is too old, I can pay 30 yuan at most."

Wang Gang thought about it. The two scrapped cars cost nothing, and the parts only cost 27 yuan. When they were pieced together, they were sold for [-] yuan, which was more than what he earned in a month working in a factory.

"Okay." Wang Gang pushed the bicycle to the boss.

"Didn't you steal this car!" The boss hesitated.

"There must be no problem with the origin, and I will definitely not let you get into trouble." Wang Gang said.

The boss grinned and paid for the car.

Wang Gang thought for a while and asked, "If I bring two cars that are [-]% new, can I get a new one?"

The boss thought about it and said: "Two cars that are probably new will do."

Wang Gang nodded, then took the money and walked to the black market.

He plans to use the money from selling the car as the capital, and then go shopping for newer bicycles, and then use the patchwork method to earn a new car.

Wang Gang didn't care about the bet, he just wanted to pass the boring time.

There are too few entertainment activities in this era. Wang Gang has nothing to do when he gets home from get off work. He doesn’t even watch TV. It’s boring not to find something to do.

Wang Gang walked into an alley and went straight to an acquaintance.

"Battery, are you home?"

The person Wang Gang was looking for was Hou Dianchen, one of the two great masters of Zhengyangmen.

A month ago, Wang Gang saw the ragged Hou Hou on the road, just like in the TV series, he sent a kind heart.

Broken Hou gave Wang Gang some lonely books, which was considered a kindness. Later, Wang Gang asked him to buy some bicycle parts.

After going back and forth, the two had some friendship.

"You boy won't come to me if you have nothing to do, tell me! What do you want?" Poor Hou came out of the house and called out.

"Help me find two more bicycles, three or four are new, as long as you can ride them." Wang Gang handed the 30 yuan he just earned to Po Pohou.

Broken Hou is not hypocritical, he usually walks through the streets to collect junk, and he has more ways to do this than Wang Gang.

"I brought two things over here for you to take a look at." Wang Gang said again.

Poor Hou and Mr. Guan are both famous connoisseurs of cultural relics in the capital.

He usually walks through the streets to collect junk, the biggest purpose is to pick up the leaks, don't look at him wearing tattered clothes, and there is a house full of treasures at home.

This also led to most of his money being used to buy cultural relics, and it is usually a problem to even eat.

Poor Hou and Mr. Guan are the same kind of people. They don't collect cultural relics to make money, they just don't want the good things passed down from their ancestors to be ruined by ignorant people.

Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times, and now the prices of antiques have dropped so much that many people even split huanghuali furniture for firewood.

Wang Gang sometimes spends money to collect some antiques. On the one hand, he exercises his eyesight, and on the other hand, he feels sorry for the dust on good things.

What he brought to Poor Hou this time were two pieces of porcelain that he had just received. They looked like they were from the Song Dynasty. When he discovered them, they were used as tea bowls by the owner.

Broken Hou just glanced at it and knew it.

"From the Southern Song Dynasty, your kid's eyesight has improved recently."

Wang Gang smiled and said, "Then I would also like to thank you for the books you gave me."

Poor Hou snorted and said, "You have found a good teacher, otherwise it would be useless to read books."

Wang Gang knew that Poor Hou and Mr. Guan knew each other, and something happened when they were young, which caused the two to see each other at odds.

He also inquired about it, but unfortunately the two of them kept their mouths very tight and neither of them said anything.

"Bratty Hou, how about exchanging these two bowls for your two paintings?" Wang Gang suddenly suggested.

Poorhou was a little wary and said: "What kind of painting do you like about me?"

Wang Gang smiled and said, "It's those two paintings by Zhang Daqian."

Poor Hou asked doubtfully, "You want Zhang Daqian's painting?"

Wang Gang nodded and said, "I'm not interested in porcelain, I just like painting."

Broken Hou said suspiciously: "Are you sure you want two paintings by Zhang Daqian, those are worthless!"

Now Zhang Daqian is still alive and lives in Wan Province. Although his paintings are famous, they are not as valuable as those of later generations.

The porcelain that Wang Gang brought over is a good product from the Southern Song Dynasty.

"Thousands of money can't buy a good heart." Wang Gang explained.

Wang Gang loves painting, and even worked as a painter in the windy world. Compared with those antique porcelains, painting is more in his heart.

Broken Hou curled his lips and said, "I don't like to take advantage of others. I'll give you two paintings by Zhang Daqian, plus one by Wu Daozi."

Wang Gang did not expect that there would be unexpected gains.

"It's not easy for Wu Daozi's paintings to be preserved to this day. I'm not going to take advantage of you!"

Broken Hou snorted coldly: "Don't be too happy, I only have half of this painting."

While talking, Broken Hou walked into the bedroom and took out a box from under the bed.

Wang Gang found that there were many good things in the box.

Broken Hou took out a scroll and casually handed it to Wang Gang.

Wang Gang wiped his hands with his clothes before picking up the scroll.

"Open it and have a look!" Poor Hou put the box under the bed again.

Wang Gang took out the scroll, put it on the table and opened it carefully.

The secondary painting in the collection of Broken Hou is a statue of Avalokitesvara, which should be Wu Daozi's early works, and the brushwork is obviously not as sophisticated as the middle and late stages.

The painting scroll is not completely preserved, only half of it is preserved.

"It's a pity, it's a pity." Wang Gang looked at half of the painting and said it was a pity.

Broken Hou hummed, "If it wasn't for only half of it, I could exchange it for you."

Wang Gang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have seen half of the Guanyin statue in the collection of Mr. Guan, just below the waist.

"It can't be such a coincidence!" Wang Gang touched his chin and said.

Hearing Wang Gang's words, Poor Hou asked in puzzlement, "What a coincidence?"

Wang Gang didn't hide anything, and said to Poor Hou: "My master also has a half painting, which seems to be a statue of Guanyin."

Broken Hou was taken aback for a moment, and took a deep look at Wang Gang.

"Tell me, aren't you afraid that I will regret not changing?"

Wang Gang said frankly: "I didn't think so much, I just thought about how to put the paintings together."

Broken Hou's mouth curled up slightly, and he said, "God's will! This painting should be complete in your hands."

Wang Gang said: "Otherwise you can change to something else."

Poor Hou snorted coldly: "I, Poor Hou, spit and nailed each other, and I will give it to you if I say so."

Wang Gang didn't say anything, he silently put away the scrolls, and then handed over two ancient Southern Song porcelains to Broken Hou.

After staying in the broken house for a while, Wang Gang took his leave and left, planning to go to the black market first to buy some things for Mr. Guan.

Broken Hou's home is not far from the black market, and Wang Gang can reach it within ten minutes of walking.

It was not the first time for Wang Gang to come to the black market. He wandered around and bought some eggs and ducks.

When passing by a stall selling syrup, Wang Gang stopped for a while, thinking of taking some home for Mother Han, who loves sweets.

"How do you sell this syrup?" Wang Gang asked proactively when he saw that the stall owner was wearing dirty clothes and was wearing a hat covering most of his face.

When the stall owner saw the business, he immediately raised his head and said, "A ball for a dime."

When Wang Gang saw the stall owner's face, he was stunned and shouted:
"Zheng Juan!"

The appearance of the stall owner is exactly the same as Wang Gang's wife Zheng Juan in the world. Although the stall owner is dressed as a woman, Wang Gang can still tell that she is a woman at a glance.

"You misunderstood the person! My name is not Zheng Juan." The stall owner deliberately lowered his voice, pretending to be a male voice.

Wang Gang came back to his senses. He saw the stall owner's appearance and recalled many past events with Zheng Juan.

"Sorry, but you look a lot like someone I know."

Wang Gang took out fifty cents and said, "Give me five balls of syrup."

The stall owner happily accepted the money and began to make syrup for Wang Gang.

After accepting the syrup, Wang Gang asked again: "Girl, what's your name?"

"What girl, I'm a man." The stall owner said anxiously.

Wang Gang smiled and said nothing.

The stall owner couldn't hide it, so he looked around and said, "Don't tell me."

The black market is chaotic, and a girl needs to think twice about living alone.

"I don't mean anything else, you look too much like a friend of mine." Wang Gang said sadly.

The stall owner seemed to feel Wang Gang's sadness, and finally told Wang Gang her name after some thought.

"My name is Luo Yuzhu."