Siheyuan, don't yell at me

In front of the station, He Daqing stuffed large and small bags of local specialties into Lao Zhao's arms.

"Old Zhao, there are two packages. The big one is for Old Li, and the small one is for He Chunlai.

Please say hello to them for me, especially Lao Li. If he has the chance to come to Sijiucheng in the future, I will treat him to a drink.

By the way, he always relies on the fact that he is the head of the group to glare at me.

Next time I see him, I will talk to him with my fists."

Old Zhao weighed the big bag and patted the small package.

"He Daqing, that's not right, where is my share?

So, I, Zhao, was born to a stepmother and am an outsider?

I tell you, Lao Li has been promoted now, and when you see him, you have to salute him.

You're still using your fists and feet to talk to him. Believe it or not, I'll take you to a shooting range."

He Daqing took out a pen from his arms and handed it to Lao Zhao.

"My master He Daqing has always done things in a respectable manner, how could I miss your contribution, Old Zhao?

This pen is not simple. I stole it from Lieutenant General Walker's barracks.

Hey, don't make such a fuss.

There are dozens of pens in Lieutenant General Walker's barracks, all with me.

What? Another one? No, not even one.

You tell that kid Lao Li that if he gets to Sijiu City, he will lie down like a tiger or coil up like a dragon.

Sijiu City is my territory, He Daqing. If Old Li dares to come, I will deal with him, haha.

By the way, if any of my comrades who are transferring to civilian jobs or retiring to Sijiucheng encounter any difficulties, feel free to ask them to come to me, He Daqing..."

With the roar of the train whistle, the long black dragon carrying Lao Zhao rumbled away...

Red Star Steel Rolling Mill, office of the head of the security department.

He Daqing spends his days slacking off, making tea, smoking and reading newspapers.

Fatty Liu knocked on the door and entered the room.

Fatty Liu is now a big shot in Section Chief He's eyes. He is now responsible for purchasing old items for He Daqing in Pigeon City. He often eats at the same table with He Daqing and reports on work results.

Fatty Liu made himself a cup of hot tea, pulled a chair over and sat down, then said:

"Master He, there was a local farmer who brought an old item here, but I'm not sure what it is.

That guy bit it to death, it was something from a Han Dynasty tomb..."

He Daqing raised his eyebrows and a look of joy appeared on his face.

Wow, the pigeon market has been open for so long and finally a big batch of goods has arrived.

The first thing we saw was a Han Dynasty tomb. Wow, it was incredible.

If it's true, I'll buy it all for him. Money and food won't be a problem. I won't be short of work at all.

If the country rats don't know how to appreciate the favor, then don't blame me, He Daqing, for doing my job impartially, upholding justice for the princes and nobles, and punishing the country rats according to the law.

He Daqing stood up from his chair and straightened his clothes.

"Where is the earth rat? Take me to see it."

Fatty Liu said:

"Over at Pigeon City, over at the security department, how could a country rat like him dare to come over?

Uncle He, the old objects it took out, no matter whether they were rusty or had inscriptions on them, were all old objects with big doors opened.

This is the first time I’ve seen this thing, and it doesn’t make sense…”

He Daqing took a casual uniform and changed into it.

“It’s not common sense?

Haha, I am looking forward to it. Let’s go, lead the way…”

At the back door of the steel rolling mill, since the small park became a pigeon market, the flow of people on this dirt road has increased.

He Daqing and Fatty Liu swaggered across the dirt road and entered the small park.

Under an old tree, there was a little old man about fifty years old, with his hands crossed and hidden in his sleeves.

He looked around with a shifty look in his eyes, and there was a shabby cart beside him.

Fatty Liu walked up carelessly and pointed at He Daqing.

"Old man, I brought you a big customer.

Show your things to Mr. He. "

The old man looked He Daqing up and down and unconsciously took a step back.

He took a breath, pointed at Fatty Liu, and said in a trembling voice:

"Liu, Fatty Liu, you, you are breaking the rules.

You actually brought people from the government here. Okay, I, Yang Laosan, accept my fate.

But don’t expect to have a good ending, Fatty Liu, my brothers will avenge me...”

He Daqing kicked the old man and knocked him to the ground.

"Old man, now that you've recognized me, you still dare to speak harshly here. Don't you take me seriously?

Let me see what you have hidden inside."

Fatty Liu quickly lifted the sackcloth on the cart, revealing what was inside.

"Mr. He, look, these are the three things.

According to the old man, these three things are combined together."

He Daqing looked carefully at the three bronze artifacts on the cart.

A big-bellied kettle, like one used for boiling water, with a thick neck opening on top.

The thick mouth seems to be connected to another cylindrical bronze object, which has two hollow dragon mouths.

There is also a bronze object that looks like a washbasin. Judging from the joint, it should have been placed on top of the bronze cylinder.

It is heavy and simple, the shape is dignified and generous, and the copper rust is also very beautiful. It is indeed an old object.

The shape and inscriptions also conform to the style of the Western Han Dynasty, but we cannot draw conclusions too early as other objects are needed to confirm them.

Fatty Liu patted the bronze ware and took the initiative to introduce it to He Daqing.

“Master He, I think this is the furnace used by ancient alchemists to make elixirs.

Those alchemists like to use some strange things the most."

He Daqing waved his hand and told Fatty Liu to shut up.

He picked up the lightest copper basin and looked at it carefully.

The system suddenly made a ding sound.

“Discovered a broken distillation vessel from the Han Dynasty.

The third generation of Haihun Hou, Liu Baoshi's.

Recycling or not?

The system's prompt surprised He Daqing.

He Daqing decisively refused the system recovery as he had not yet figured out the current situation.

He Daqing is a wine lover and he knows a lot about the origin of distilled liquor.

I read in a newspaper in my previous life that it clearly stated that strong liquor was invented by Arabs and was introduced to China during the Yuan Dynasty.

But, but what about this distiller now? Can the system still deceive me in this regard?

At that time, I thought that the Arabs were so nice. Muslims were not allowed to drink alcohol, but they still invented distilled liquor for the Chinese to drink. It was simply great.

He Daqing kicked the old man lightly.

"Old man, I like this thing very much. You can talk to Fatty Liu about the price.

In the future, if you have good things, just send them to me.

However, I have to say this in advance: if you have stolen or robbed something, or something that already belongs to someone else, don’t send it here, or I’ll arrest you and put you in jail.”

The old man hurriedly bowed and nodded.

"Hehe, no problem, no problem. I dare not embarrass Master He. I dare not embarrass Master He."

He Daqing nodded and asked again.

"Are these the only three items? Are there any other matching items?"

The old man responded quickly.

"Yes, yes, there are a lot.

They are all bronze wine glasses, wine utensils, and those things are very popular. Foreigners like to buy them the most..."