Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

After get off work, Li Chengtao happily followed Cai Xiaoli away, and Han Chunming went to the rented courtyard house alone, took out all his private money, and counted it carefully.

4863.7 yuan!

It was not much different from what he thought.

One hundred Great Unity notes were bundled into four piles. A pit was dug in the west room and the money box was buried in it. Han Chunming wrapped it with several layers of plastic to make sure that no water would seep in. He then covered the pit and filled it back with bricks.

Finally, he pulled over a cabinet out of concern and completely crushed the brick. He clapped his hands and it was done.

As for the remaining 800 or so, that was his start-up capital, so he could just hide it anywhere.

"Oops!"

Suddenly he remembered what his mother had told him in the morning. He packed up quickly and left in a hurry. However, he was still a lot late when he returned to the yard. His mother scolded him, so he had no choice but to roll up his sleeves and start stacking honeycomb coal.

At this time in the winter in the old city, every household still had to light a stove, and they used honeycomb coal to burn.

A large piece of honeycomb coal can burn for a long time. It is used for cooking and heating.

In winter, honeycomb coal is also an important expense for a household.

Of course, there are people who can burn firewood. They are diligent and go around collecting firewood. Others can only envy them.

The Han family is now considered a wealthy family. The eldest son has moved out to live on his own, the eldest sister is married, and the remaining three children have all started working and hand in their salaries on time every month. This alone has made many residents of the courtyard house praise Han's mother for her ability to educate her children.

Especially Han Chunming.

In the past, Han Chunming spent money lavishly and needed support from his family when he joined the team, which made many people complain behind his back. Now that he has returned to the city and has a job, he has changed his temperament. Not only does he hand in his salary, but he also hands it in full, leaving nothing behind except for the money for meals.

Han Chunsheng and Han Chunyan complained about this a lot, saying that he was too arrogant.

But after complaining, the two of them paid an extra dollar each month to show their determination.

Han's mother was very happy that Han Chunming was sensible, but she was also worried that her son would suffer outside, so she would always ask him if he had enough money and whether he needed her to give him some.

Han Chunming refused them all.

He couldn't say openly that he had plenty of money in his pocket, so he could only say that he didn't have much to spend and asked Han's mother to save it for him so that he could use it in the future when he needed it.

Just these words moved Han's mother to tears.

I won’t elaborate on the emotions involved.

"Mom, has my master finished piling up the honeycomb coal?"

"It's a good thing you still remember your master. He is still waiting for you to help. You and your second brother should go. You can have dinner after you finish the work."

Han's mother waved without even raising her head, and Han Chunming and Han Chunsheng didn't even take off their gloves and went straight to Grandpa Guan's compound.

After all, each person lived in one yard, so Grandpa Guan asked them to pile the firewood directly in the firewood room so that they would not be afraid of snowing. Unlike the Han family, they could only pile the firewood under the doors and windows and then cover them with tarpaulin.

It's not that they didn't think about building a small hut, but the yard is so small. If you build a hut, you're taking advantage of your neighbors. How could they agree to that? Moreover, the location of Han Chunming's house is not good. On the left is the neighbor, which blocks the way. On the right is the passage to the backyard. If you occupy it, people won't be able to enter or leave the backyard.

"Master, please come to my place for dinner. My mother has cooked a meal, which is perfect for you."

Han Chunming held a honeycomb coal in each hand and looked at Old Man Guan who was fiddling with the stove, wanting him to stop working.

"No, I don't have much appetite, just something to eat at night."

Old Master Guan took a small teapot, turned on the radio, sat by the stove, shook his head, and began to listen to Peking Opera.

Han Chunming repaired the radio for him early in the morning, and Han's mother came to help light the stove every morning.

"Master, how about I hire you a nanny who has good skills, so you can enjoy the good life."

"Well, no."

Old Master Guan was very resistant to this proposal and warned Han Chunming not to mention this matter again, otherwise he would not be allowed to enter the house.

"Okay, then I'll buy you a bottle of good wine later as an apology, how about that?"

"Hey, you are worthy of being my good disciple. Go ahead."

Han Chunming smiled, he knew that Mr. Guan would definitely say this.

He and his second brother Han Chunsheng worked together and soon finished piling up the honeycomb coal. Then he went back to ask Han's mother for money, bought some wine and snacks, and drank with Grandpa Guan.

Why does the North Korean mother ask for money?

Nonsense, the whole drill was carried out and all his salary was handed over, so naturally he had no money left!

"Master, have you seen the painting I brought back a few days ago? Is it an authentic work by Tang Yin?"

Han Chunming was talking about a famous painting that he had bought from a family at a high price three days ago. It was a landscape painting with Tang Yin's seal. He was a little unsure at the time, but did not want to give up. In the end, he gritted his teeth and bought it. He immediately showed it to Grandpa Guan for identification.

"Well, your eyesight has improved a lot now. In the past, you would have known that this painting was real at first glance, but now you are not sure. That's because this painting can be said to be real or fake."

Mr. Guan kept the secret a secret, held out his hand for Han Chunming to take the painting, pointed at the seal and said:

"This is real. It is indeed Tang Yin's seal, but the painting is not. Based on my observation, it should be a replica from the Qing Dynasty. As for why this seal is there, can you guess?"

Han Chunming pondered for a moment and gained confidence.

“Second creation!”

"Oh, not bad. It seems that you haven't fallen behind in your studies during this period. That's good."

Mr. Guan motioned for him to put the painting away and told him that this painting was also a rare collection and had good significance.

The topic of their conversation naturally turned to antiques.

"As for the things you brought recently, the most meaningful one is the old pipe. After all, it is something that is closely related to us old Beijingers. I can't guarantee its value, but it has great collection value. The most valuable thing is the set of Song Dynasty tea sets. The cups and bowls are complete and of great value. I only have about a dozen things that can compare to it, no more than twenty."

Hearing this, Han Chunming couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

Oh, that’s too Versailles!

However, he was only busy for two months. Compared with collectors like Grandpa Guan, what he had was not good enough. He was mentally prepared for this.

"Are there any hidden treasures in the bottom of the box? I'll help you take a look."

Speaking of this, Han Chunming suddenly remembered that there was a treasure in the bedroom drawer, so he immediately jumped down and went back to get it.

"Master, this is an incense burner I collected from Cheng Jianjun. Please comment on it."

After taking two glances and touching it a few times, Grandpa Guan already had an idea.

"You can see the origin of this stove, right?"

"Hey, I know a thing or two."

"Well, don't say anything then. It's the one you wanted. Take it back."

Not giving Han Chunming any chance to show off, Grandpa Guan took a sip and narrowed his eyes.

[Hey, you old man are really bad! ]