"It's okay, teacher, I suddenly felt a pain just now, but I'm fine now." Zhang Xiaoyang gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground, interrupting the words of his companions. He also glared hard at his companion who wanted to speak, and then stared at Yang Dongxu.
If you fight in school, go to the teacher, or if you fail to fight, tell your parents, this is the most despised thing. It was already embarrassing for him to be brought to the office for establishing his authority. Now he was snitching on Zhang Xiaoyang and felt that he could not afford to embarrass that person. He is already an 8-year-old young man, but he still cares about face.
"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?" Qi Xueming looked at Zhang Xiaoyang with a little worry. At this time, Zhang Xiaoyang looked a little pale and was sweating on his forehead. It was obvious that Yang Dongxu's injury just now was not serious. He instinctively felt that something was wrong here, but Zhang Xiaoyang admitted that he felt uncomfortable, and he couldn't think of what the problem was for a while.
"It's okay, teacher. It just hurt suddenly. It's better now. I'm going back to class." Zhang Xiaoyang forced a smile, then gritted his teeth and walked a few steps. After regaining his composure, he quickly returned to the classroom.
This class was a Chinese class. The Chinese teacher obviously knew what these students were doing, so he let them into the classroom without saying anything.
Yang Dongxu smiled at Wu Xue who looked worried and indicated that he was fine. After returning to his seat, he opened the Chinese textbook in a pretentious manner. As for which page the Chinese teacher is talking about on the podium, don't worry. He leaned back and took out a thick English book from the desk drawer and started reading. As for the little conflict just now, he didn't take it to heart at all.
After the last class, Yang Dongxu packed up his things and prepared to go home. Wu Xue came forward with a worried expression on her back, carrying her small schoolbag.
"It's really okay. The teacher has finished criticizing us and asked us to come back to class. Is there anything else?" Yang Dongxu grinned and reached out to rub Wu Xue's hair.
Wu Xue, with fair skin, rosy cheeks, round cheeks and a little baby fat, and two pigtails, is indescribably cute. Yang Dongxu always likes to mess up her hair to satisfy his own evil taste.
"Be careful." Zhang Xiaoyang walked over with a malicious look in his eyes.
"Zhang Xiaoyang, what are you doing? If you dare to make trouble, I will tell the teacher." Before Yang Dongxu said anything, Wu Xue's eyes widened as if protecting a chicken.
Although she hangs out with Yang Dongxu all day long, she is nothing like Yang Dongxu. Not only is he cute, but he studies well and is very obedient. He is a perfect parent to other people's children, and he is also the junior monitor of the class.
"Huh." Zhang Xiaoyang snorted coldly and turned to leave.
He still has some scruples about Wu Xue, not because of Wu Xue's family background. But the children who do well in school and are obedient are the treasures in the eyes of the teacher.
The most he fought with Yang Dongxu was to criticize him, and even this time the teacher was a little protective of him. If he and Wu Xue had a conflict, he would definitely be criticized. He didn't want to go home and get beaten. His father was very cunning.
"He is a bad boy, stay away from him from now on." Wu Xue explained like a little adult.
"Okay." Yang Dongxu smiled and nodded. It felt a bit strange to be defended by a little kid.
Carrying schoolbags home hand in hand, Yang Dongxu quickly put the incident behind him. What's the big deal when little kids fight, even though Zhang Xiaoyang is a bit more of a bastard than the average kid. But a man in his forties and a kid really have nothing to argue with.
After returning home, Yang Dongxu began to write his homework honestly. Not only did he do it, but Zhou Ya was also beside him. Zhou Ya has never been to school, and Zhou Yiren has never taught primary school students. Obviously, there is no way to promote Yang Dongxu's education.
So I asked Zhou Ya to study with Yang Dongxu, and I would sit down and check from time to time. Although she was a girl, it was obviously not possible to be illiterate.
In this way, Yang Dongxu could be lazy. He asked Zhou Ya to write the homework assigned by the teacher in school, and he would teach him what he did wrong to deepen his impression.
As for when the teacher was correcting his homework, he suddenly discovered that Yang Dongxu's handwriting, which was originally more beautiful than his, suddenly turned into a primary school student's handwriting like a crab crawling, that was not what he cared about.
Unfortunately, the good times did not last long. When Zhou Yiren discovered the secret, he didn't say anything, and he didn't let Yang Dongxu hand in Zhou Ya's homework. Every day, Yang Dongxu's English and Russian homework became arduous, and Zhou Yiren found a German book from nowhere, which completely plunged Yang Dongxu's life into darkness.
It was another Saturday when Yang Dongxu didn't have to go to class, so he got up early in the morning to help. Not long after they finished practicing, Old Man Xuan and Zhou Ya came back together pushing the dining cart. Zhou Ya went back to catch up on her sleep, and old man Xuan let Yang Dongxu into the house mysteriously.
There are a total of four houses in Old Xuan's courtyard, excluding the kitchen, there are exactly three main rooms. In the past, there was a coffee table in the main room, his bed was in the east room, and the west room was empty. Today, there is a small coffee table in the empty west room, and there are four small stools next to it, which is a perfect set.
The styles of coffee tables and stools are simple, but antique, and the surface is very bright. This is the result of long-term use. If not polished, it will look more natural.
The sound of a finger tapping was very thick. Yang Dongxu picked up a stool and tried it. He found that the stool was much heavier than it looked. When he got closer and smelled it, he found a faint fragrance.
"This is......"
"杌子." Old Man Xuan said.
Yang Dongxu waited for the circle with eyes and head. He didn't know why the small stool in his hand was called a hoe.
"Sooner or later, all the things of our ignorant and ignorant ancestors will be lost by you. This is called a round pedicle. Generally, a round pedestal is supported by four legs, with a circle in the ground and no bottom. The bottom is empty. These four round pedicles have six There is still a cover underneath the legs, which was something only rich families had in the past." Old Man Xuan looked at Yang Dongxu with disdain and began to explain.
A stool is just a stool, why else call it a stool? Yang Dongxu muttered something in his heart, but his face showed an open-minded and studious look. He pointed to the curved leg in his hand and asked: "What's the point of this?"
"What are you thinking about when you look at the patterns?" Old Man Xuan asked instead without answering.
"The style of the upper and lower ends is a bit like Yu Ruyi, but isn't Yu Ruyi always one big and one small, and the body rises and falls like waves?"
"It's rare but strange. Who told you that jade Ruyi must all look the same?" Old Man Xuan snorted: "But this is not exactly a Jade Ruyi. It just uses the Ruyi style to mean that everything goes well and brings good fortune."
"Then this..."
"It's something from the palace, and it should be from the middle of the Qing Dynasty. In the Qing Dynasty, peasants' crabs had three legs, officials had four or five legs, princes and imperial palaces had six legs, and emperors had nine legs. But this pattern In addition, it is made of red sandalwood and can only be used in the palace. It is against the law for the prince to use it."
"What a good thing!" Yang Dongxu suddenly clapped his hands and looked at the stool in his hand as if he were looking at a baby bump: "How much did it cost?"
He couldn't understand the rules about how many legs there were and what the violations were. But he understood clearly the palace and the rosewood. The value of any well-preserved object that had something to do with the palace would skyrocket in value in the future.
"It's a bit expensive. A set of coffee table and four-compartment stool costs ten yuan in total. If it's missing, they won't sell it." Old Man Xuan smacked his lips and was obviously a little dissatisfied with the price.
"It's not expensive, it's not expensive, it's not expensive at all. In the future, I can collect twice as many things like this." Yang Dongxu smiled so hard that he could see his back molars.
Are things expensive? It stands to reason that in this poor era, the price of half a month's salary of a worker for something that cannot be eaten or drunk is indeed a bit expensive.
But in future generations, the price would not even be enough to put a layer of skin on these things. Not to mention that this thing came from the imperial palace, or even that it was an antique from the mid-Qing Dynasty. The rosewood material alone is definitely worth the price, and it's also a huge profit.
"If you don't mind the price, there are a few things over there, but they are not as sophisticated as this. They should be from the late Qing Dynasty. They are a dining table and a few chairs." Old Man Xuan said, seeing that Yang Dongxu was not joking.
"Is it also made of rosewood?" Yang Dongxu was stunned for a moment.
"No, it's from Huanghuali."
"Buy, you must buy it. Who sells it? Let's go and pick up the goods." Yang Dongxu was overjoyed. Rosewood is precious, and huanghuali is also a good thing. In one sentence, buy, buy, buy...
Yang Dongxu, who couldn't wait for a moment, rushed to Old Xuan and set off immediately, calling for a cart. Old Man Xuan led the way through an alley to a small courtyard.
Old Man Xuan knocked on the door and the person who opened the door was a young man in his twenties. When he saw that it was Old Man Xuan, his expression changed and he immediately wanted to close the door. But Old Man Xuan, who reacted first, pushed the door open.
Looking at the strong young man who took a few steps back and almost fell down, and looked at the thin old man Xuan, Yang Dongxu couldn't figure out for a moment how old man Xuan, who was in his seventies, had such great strength.
"Call your dad out."
"The money for the items is clear, and we agreed at the time that we would not return the items." The strong young man said with a pinched neck, but he felt a little guilty.
Now Yang Dongxu, who was a little confused about the strong young man suddenly closing the door, realized that he was afraid that old man Xuan would return the items because he thought they were too expensive.
"I don't have the habit of returning the things I bought from Tongxuan, even if they are fake and smashed. Call your boss and I want all the items I saw two days ago." Old Man Xuan snorted. A little unhappy.
This person was not happy, naturally, because the strong young man refused to let him in, but because the other party actually thought that he was here to return the goods. Seeing the domineering look of old man Xuan, Yang Dongxu's eyes lit up. This old man has a story.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not sensible, I don't know Mr. Xuan's name, please come inside, please come inside." A middle-aged man with a mustache on his lips walked out of the main room, wearing a It's a gray coat, the kind that covers the top of the feet and has slits at the side.
Hearing the middle-aged man's name for Old Man Xuan and the compliments in his words, Yang Dongxu suddenly felt that Old Man Xuan not only had a story, but also seemed to have a low status in the world. The person who was called 'Master' in old Yanjing was not just Because of age.
