"Mr. Xuanjing's calligraphy is not a master, but he has made considerable achievements in the Taoist school, which is of far-reaching significance, and his original works are rare in the world.

A line of antiques, calligraphy and painting are extremely difficult to preserve. I will keep this book of Nanhua’s true scriptures for you first. You can collect this box and colorful fish and algae pattern plate by yourself.”

Yue Zhengyang thought to himself: OK, it would be good to leave two for me.

"Don't stand there, hurry up and clean up. I didn't see your wife waiting next to you."

Pei Hongying was really a little anxious next to her. She thought of coaxing the child to bed after breakfast and dinner. Since she had a son, she hasn't had a good night's sleep.

If it weren't for the master and grandpa being by the side, Pei Hongying would have been able to pull Yue Zhengyang's ears.

Yue Zhengyang cleaned up the things on the table and the family started having supper.

There was no sumptuous dinner at night, a bowl of cornmeal porridge, a few diced buns with vegetables, meat and meat. There were only two dishes, a plate of cucumbers and two plates of braised carp. One was fresh carp that Pei Hongying had just cooked, and the other was left over yesterday, as well as fish frozen.

I don’t know what happened, but Mr. Jin has been fond of eating braised carp since he moved into this house.

Yue Zhengyang was worried a few times because of this. It was not that he was reluctant to buy fish for the old man. It was because he was afraid that the old man would not count the number in his mouth and would get stuck in the throat by the fish bones.

But later he found out that he was worried in vain. The old man specialized in carrying fish belly and occasionally ate fish heads.

Yue Zhengyang doesn't like eating fish very much. He thinks it's troublesome to eat fish, so he has to chew it carefully and swallow it slowly, and even spit out small thorns of fish.

Nothing to do when eating fish is as refreshing as eating meat. You can get oily mouthfuls in one bite. Even if you eat big stutters, you don’t need to grind your teeth carefully.

Now he can't compete with the old man for fishing belly, he can only eat the leftover plate yesterday.

Yue Zhengyang picked two chopsticks from above and froze the fish in a bowl and then ate it for a while before drinking a bowl of cornmeal porridge.

The old man had just finished a bowl of face porridge, and Yue Zhengyang had already finished three bowls of rice with two cucumbers.

Yue Zhengyang didn't leave after eating, and sat next to him. His son didn't need him to coax him, and he was already asleep. It seemed that Pei Hongying couldn't sleep well again tonight.

Children sleep early and will definitely make trouble at night.

The old man also ate a lot of supper, and ate a bowl and a half.

What surprised Yue Zhengyang the most was that since his grandfather and his master lived in the same yard, he had been like the old man in his meals, chewing slowly and slowly.

This is not like when he lived with Yue Zhengyang and his grandson. Yue Zhengyang had a fast meal, but he learned it from his grandfather. If he ate slowly, the delicious food would be snatched by his grandfather.

Now that their lives are so good, naturally no one will snatch them.

Yue Zhengyang was wondering, why did you, a grandfather, be willing to compete with your grandson for food?

Actually, he didn't know that it was the grandfather who was training his survival skills. He couldn't lose his stomach wherever he went.

After the two old men finished their meal, they pushed their hands and ignored the leftovers on the table. Pei Hongying could only clean up.

In fact, the old man just wanted to deal with it, and Pei Hongying would not let them do it.

Yue Zhengyang felt sorry for his wife and helped him clean up.

"I'll do this. Just put the fish on the cabinet and cover it with a cover."

In this weather, you don’t need to put leftovers in the refrigerator.

Yue Zhengyang put some meat, pork ribs and some vegetables in the refrigerator at home.

This is what Pei Hongying bought more in the vegetable market, but sometimes she is afraid that her children will cry and have no time to buy it.

There are three bottles of beer in the refrigerator, which is the "Beijing White Brand" that Yue Zhengyang has not finished drinking in summer. When people are hot in summer, drinking this cold beer is really clear.

For this reason, the grandfather even scolded him a few words, saying that he was trying to die.

"Tomorrow, you should go to Panjiayuan early. You are idle at home and you don't worry about the restaurant business."

I don’t worry about what restaurant business is? I am called decentralization and management. If I worry about this every day, will I be busy with these four restaurants?

Yue Zhengyang thought about it in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it. If he dared to say it, the old man could curse people. The older he was, the bigger his temper.

"Come on, I'll go by at eight o'clock tomorrow."

The old man from Taobao likes it, and Yue Zhengyang also likes it.

"Bah, it's still eight o'clock. I'll have to let someone take it away at eight o'clock. You'll pick up some small fish and shrimps. It's five o'clock in the morning."

"What? Is it used so early?"

In this weather, Yue Zhengyang gets up at seven o'clock and takes half an hour to have breakfast.

I don’t know when it started, but Yue Zhengyang is getting worse than before. He gets up at around 5 o’clock in the morning, and has an hour and a half of boxing, and then goes out to buy breakfast.

Yue Zhengyang sometimes doubts whether he is corrupt. Well, he has been corrupted by the identity of a big capitalist.

"How can you have an objection? When you go, you will know what a baby is waiting for you to get it. If I weren't old, it would be your turn to dream."

After saying that, Mr. Jin shook his sleeves and said, "The old man won't play with Yue Zhengyang anymore, and he will not go there if he likes."

Yue Zhengyang's grandfather seemed to have something to say, but in the end he didn't say it and went back to his house.

"Look at you, I'm so angry. You'd better listen to his words. Let's drive it early tomorrow. I'll steam two buns for you in the morning and eat them."

"No, I'll do it myself. While my son doesn't make a fuss in the morning, you can sleep for a while."

Pei Hongying put away the bowls and chopsticks, and Yue Zhengyang wiped them on the table with a rag.

If someone knew this table, he would definitely scold Yue Zhengyang for sending out natural things. He didn't care about such a good sandalwood table at all. He just ate on it, and at least he would lay a layer of mat on it.

Before the child woke up at night, Yue Zhengyang tossed Pei Hongying for a while and went to sleep.

A man, although he loves his wife, he is not doing some details properly.

My wife is so tired all day long, he only wants to be happy.

OK, my wife is very happy too!

Early the next morning, Yue Zhengyang got up after Pei Hongying's urging several times.

Yue Zhengyang first put four buns on the steamer, and then went to wash his face and brush his teeth.

After leaving the gate of the courtyard, Yue Zhengyang shivered all over and quickly lifted his scarf up, revealing only his eyes.

He originally wanted to drive there, but he thought again, wasn't it obvious that someone would kill him when he drove there?

Take advantage of yourself unless you are willing, don’t think about anything else. I would rather keep it frozen than take advantage of you than take advantage of a penny.

However, this is really cold.

Yue Zhengyang rode his bike all the way along the way. There was no way, and he rode slowly, and his legs became popsicles.

No, it's three popsicles!

There are almost no people on the road now, and after six o'clock, there will be more people.

However, occasionally, I will meet people who have to get up early for the sake of life and children at home.

They are not like Yue Zhengyang. Yue Zhengyang is a pure person, a pure person who makes money from Taobao.

Yue Zhengyang really didn't expect that when he arrived in Panjiayuan, the sky was already bright and people could not see their faces clearly when they were far away.

The stalls here in Panjiayuan are already full, and many people are already squatting in front of the stalls to look at objects.

Although there are not as many people as yesterday, there are not many people wandering around. At this time, people are probably real buyers.

Yue Zhengyang leaned his bicycle against a tree and locked it, pulled off the scarf covering his face, and hurried into the market.

When Yue Zhengyang arrived at the first stall, he was attracted by a snuff bottle.

As the name suggests, the snuff bottle contains cigarettes.

Mix some precious medicinal herbs with snuff, mash them and knead them into powder and put them in the snuff bottle, then use your nose to smell them at the mouth of the snuff bottle.

Generally speaking, smelling snuff is not easy to cause damage to the body and will not become addicted.

Of course, you can't kill yourself just because there is no harm. Everything is too much or too much.

Smelling snuff is to call its fragrance, which will awaken the spirit and drive away filth and avoid epidemics.

It also has the effects of eliminating severe cold, treating headaches, opening nasal congestion, clearing eyes, promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis.

Because smelling snuff may have a slight anesthetic effect, smelling snuff can relieve tension and anxiety and make people temporarily relax and relax.

The snuff bottle in front of Yue Zhengyang was made of Hetian jade seed material, with lotus carved on it. Just as the little pink on the Hetian jade was above the lotus, with ingenious conception and exquisite carving.

"What's this guy, boss?"

The stall owner looked at Yue Zhengyang with contempt and thought to himself, pretend to be a child with me.

"Snuff bottle, authentic Xinjiang Hotan seed material, Qing Dynasty items, five hundred yuan to take away."

Haha, there is no need for Yue Zhengyang to identify this. The stall owner directly covered the bottom of the snuff bottle. What else can I find?

"Can you sell one hundred?"

As long as the buyer bids in this industry, the business will be easy to negotiate. I am afraid that those who just don’t bid will generally be difficult to make a deal.

Originally, the stall owner thought Yue Zhengyang was also the kind of person who just asked and didn't bid, but he didn't expect that he really wanted to buy it.

"It's too low. I'm a real thing, so you can add some more."

"How about 12? I've added a lot of these twenty yuan."

"If you want to buy it, you can't be lower than three hundred yuan."

Business is always at the lowest price. If you bargain, he can still sell it. Yue Zhengyang naturally knows the psychology of these stall owners.

"One Hundred Three"

"Two Hundred Eight"

"One Hundred Five"

"Boss, you can bargain too much. I don't want to quarrel with you. The price is 200 yuan at a time. If you want to buy it, take it away. If you think the price is high, you can go to another house to take a look."

"make a deal"

The stall owner said this, and Yue Zhengyang was unwilling to lose this treasure, so it didn't matter if there were thirty or twenty more.
Chapter completed!