59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

After nightfall, Chen Feng came to Hou Polan's house with a bottle of oil, a bottle of Erguotou, a few pounds of mutton and a few crucian carp.

Hou Paolan had already finished his dinner. When he saw the things he brought, he quickly invited him into the room.

"Sit down first, I'll get you something."

Chen Feng sat on the chair and let the ragged Hou enter the bedroom.

After less than a minute, the old man came out carrying a wooden box.

The contents of the box seemed to be very heavy, and when it was placed on the table, it made quite a noise.

"Open it and take a look. I ran myself ragged for this thing."

Chen Feng curiously opened the box and found that it was full of neatly coded gold bars, all of which were large yellow croakers, the kind that weighed about 312 grams each.

"My great-grandfather's?"

Chen Feng couldn't help but look towards the bedroom.

"Ah, that blind old liar wants so much gold?"

The Broken Marquis first spoke disdainfully of his tenant, then his expression became somewhat smug.

"I only ate one tenth of the meat you sent me as my travel expenses. I sold the rest to my old friends."

"They don't have money or bills, but they have a lot of these little junks."

"Of course, I also made it clear that the gold is yours, but I'll take the antiques. Let me play with them for a few years. When I drink Meng Po soup, all the junks in my house will be yours."

Chen Feng was stunned.

The antiques in the house of the broken Hou are no less than those in Guan Yushan.

The reason why Guan Shan chose Han Chunming was because Han Chunming was raised by him and was like a half-son to him, completely different from Chen Feng.

"Uncle Hou, don't you want to leave it to your daughter and son-in-law?"

Hou Polan's originally good mood turned into anger after this question.

"I would rather be thrown into the North Sea than give my property to the son of my enemy!"

Chen Feng looked at the old man and guessed that the son-in-law of Marquis Polan might have done something to anger him again.

Otherwise, with the old man's gentlemanly character, he would not have said such words or made such a decision for the sake of his daughter.

"Okay, I have money anyway. Give me these antiques and I'll keep them and open a private museum in the future."

Due to the differences between Chinese and Western cultures, there are very few private museums in China.

Unlike the Eagle Sauce, even if it is a pistol from the 21s and s, it is still an antique in the st century and is collected and displayed in private museums!

But this does not mean that private museums in China are not good. In fact, private museums in my country in the future will be even more impressive than the top castles in the West.

For example, the Guanfu Museum, the first private museum in China founded by Beijing tycoon Ma Weidu.

We will not comment on the personal morality of this big man who has benefited from the dividends of the times.

The porcelains exhibited in its Ceramics Museum are the most representative artifacts from the Tang, Song, Liao, Jin, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties and are priceless.

In the cultural and antique circles, no one can match him in terms of style.

"Haha, okay, I wasn't wrong about you." Hou Polan was extremely happy.

In fact, he was somewhat afraid that his descendants would be unfilial, so he sold these antiques, which represented national civilization, to foreigners "cheaply".

It's just that he has a broad mind and the demeanor of an ancient gentleman, who only cares about life and not after death. He doesn't have the kind of obsession with the mountain that requires choosing a suitable successor.

Chen Feng looked at the box of gold and no longer felt as excited as before.

This calm mentality and peaceful performance made Hou Polan look up to and admire him even more.

These are dozens of big yellow croakers!

"You have a very good character. At your age, you have managed to remain calm when you see a lot of money. You will definitely achieve great success in the future."

Marquis Polan didn't know that if Chen Feng saw so much gold at the beginning, he might immediately half-kneel down and say the classic line "If you don't mind, I'd like to be your adoptive father."

Now!

People grow, and their vision, pattern, mind, confidence, etc. improve with the increase of assets, knowledge and insights.

As the radius of space became larger and larger, his original idea of ​​selling antiques for capital was still thrown into the Bohai Sea, and then he sold Melo Pearls for the first pot of gold, and now he has turned to selling Chinese medicine!

When the old man had written half of the book Barefoot Doctor, he planned to purchase various active medicinal herbs and plant them in the space.

Especially purchasing authentic Changbai Mountain wild ginseng.

After eating so much food produced in this space, he has discovered that these foods contain trace amounts of the healing effects of well water.

If it were replaced with medicine, it could definitely save lives.

No matter where they are, drugs that cure diseases and save lives are always rare and valuable, and a definite blue ocean market.

No matter if you are rich or powerful, who doesn’t want to have a friend who can get you 500-year-old life-saving ginseng!

What's a mere box of gold?

He now has a big vision, which is to promote traditional Chinese medicine throughout the world!

"Uncle Hou, I'm not interested in money."

The tattered Hou glanced sideways.

"real!"

"What I want to do most is to make traditional Chinese medicine a god and let it benefit mankind."

Chen·Actor·Feng said very calmly.

"Money and stuff, so vulgar!"

"Are you kidding me?" asked Hou Polan doubtfully.

“Money is still useful!”

"Especially when you earn money from foreign countries, the more the better!"

Chen Feng sighed inwardly.

After all, I don't have the money, so the tone of this sentence is not very impressive.

There is no way to be able to project the beep to the sky like Boss Ma.

Let’s set a small goal first, to plant 700 million hundred-year-old ginseng!

At the shabby Hou family's house, Chen Feng learned about Chinese painting from the old man. It was around nine o'clock when the lights were turned off, and then he said goodbye and went back.

Both Polanhou and Guanyushan are very capable people, and they received aristocratic education in the late Qing Dynasty.

The former has high attainments in porcelain and traditional Chinese painting, and can also paint, but not at the top level; the latter can do a little bit of everything, but cannot reach the professional level, and is more inclined to antique appreciation.

Chen Feng was just making small talk at first, but when he found out that Lao Hou was very accomplished in Chinese painting, he immediately changed his attitude from chatting to learning.

"I'm afraid your grandson will be of great importance in the future." Marquis Paola entered the bedroom holding a candle.

Chen Yulou smiled and said, "He survived the catastrophe and reached the bridge between heaven and earth."

"What do you mean?" Hou Paolan poured a little candle water onto the table, then inserted the candle on it and waited until the candle water dried before letting go.

Chen Yulou tapped his fingers on the edge of the bed.

"I don't know either. This is what one of my old masters said. He said that those who have mastered the bridge between heaven and earth will not only have good fortune like a dragon, but also everything will go smoothly, as if they were assisted by a god."

"In those days, Emperor Shizu of Han, Liu Xiu, launched many military campaigns but was defeated several times. He couldn't even save his sister and niece."

"But after surviving this fatal disaster, he was successful in everything. In the Battle of Kunyang, he defeated the Xinmang army, which was said to be one million strong, with only 20,000 men."

Marquis Paola looked at Chen Yulou speechlessly.

He actually believed in these things to some extent, but kept his distance from them.

So Chen Yulou’s words made him feel that this guy was really good at bragging!

Emperor Shizu of Han Dynasty had no idea about building a bridge between heaven and earth. It was simply because he had more failures than before. He learned how to fight and was good at seizing opportunities.

Isn’t there a saying that failure is the mother of success!