Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

Before I knew it, the whole month of July had passed.

In the evening, the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Han Chunming, who was riding a tricycle filled with various waste items.

He was smiling, seemingly not caring about other people's eyes at all, and was walking around leisurely.

Whenever he met someone he knew, Han Chunming would greet them cheerfully. He did not regard collecting junk as something embarrassing at all. On the contrary, he felt somewhat proud of it and would take the initiative to ask if anyone had any junk at home so that he could collect it.

He has a hearty laugh and his eyes are filled with determination and confidence.

His figure shuttled through the alleys, the tricycle made a "creaking" sound, blending into the surrounding environment.

At first, people had many different opinions about Han Chunming's collection of scrap metal.

However, over time, these sounds gradually faded away.

People gradually begin to get used to the new situation and are no longer surprised or confused by it. Instead, they accept it as a part of life and take it for granted.

This may be the magic of time, it can dilute everything.

"Sister, it's still the same!"

Han Chunming walked to a scrap collection stall and began to search the other party's tricycle with familiarity, while the woman began to move the waste from Han Chunming's car and weigh it.

This is his partner.

Han Chunming collected junk not to make money, but antiques. However, it was impossible for one person to collect all the junk, so he found the nearest scrap recycling point and reached an agreement with the middle-aged woman in front of him:

He would sell the junk he received to the other party at a low price, and if the other party received antiques, he would offer a price to buy them.

Both of them benefited from it, so they naturally became partners.

Moreover, with the help of this elder sister, Han Chunming got to know three scrap recycling stalls and reached cooperation with them, making it much easier to find antiques.

"Chunming, do you want stamps? Someone came to sell junk just now, and when I was cleaning up, I found a book with a lot of stamps in it. I thought you would like them, so I left them for you."

The eldest sister took out a yellowed notebook from under the cushion and handed it to Han Chunming.

Han Chunming opened it and saw that it was filled with densely packed stamps.

It snapped shut, and Han Chunming nodded directly: "Big sister, I like it very much. I won't ask you for money for today's scraps. Here are the three copper coins. Please give me a price."

The eldest sister waved her hand and pointed at the waste in Han Chunming's car.

"I understand. Please forgive me, hahaha."

Han Chunming selected three coins with the highest collection value from a pile of copper coins. As soon as he shouted "Collect junk", he heard shouting from the alley behind him.

"If you have ~junk~ things to sell, if you have ~foreign bottles~broken jars~I will buy them."

The voice is familiar.

Han Chunming turned around, smiled when he saw the person coming, and said loudly:

"What a coincidence! I just met my senior. Long time no see."

When the Broken Marquis saw Han Chunming, he was stunned for a moment, looked at him carefully, and then walked forward, raising his eyebrows:

"Oh, this is a rare thing. So, you got the book for what it's worth!"

Han Chunming raised the corner of his mouth and smiled with affirmation: "It's worth it!" But his expression changed as he turned around.

"But let's be fair, we can't discuss this matter like that. It's not equal!"

"Hahahaha." Hearing this, the Tattered Marquis laughed happily and tilted his head to ask, "What's the matter? You giving me money is cultivating virtue, and I giving you books is equal exchange?"

"Exactly! Yes!"

Han Chunming replied word by word, and after they looked at each other for two seconds, they both smiled happily.

"Ha, you're in my line of work now, so what? Have you learned something from those books?"

Hou Polan pointed at the tricycle behind Han Chunming and said with a smile.

Hearing this, Han Chunming sat down on the tricycle and shook his head, saying, "Not really. I had a master's advice ten years ago."

"Ok?"

"Ok!"

The former was Hou Polan's question, and the latter was Han Chunming's affirmative answer.

"Well, then I must have been wrong!" The Tattered Marquis smiled, revealing his neat and white teeth.

"You are good, kid. Today I have to open your eyes. Listen."

Hou Paolan pointed to the alley ahead.

"Look ahead, just this road, go straight west, and you'll reach No. 137 Yanzhi Hutong. The first room on the right after you enter the door is mine, the Broken Marquis. I'll be waiting for you there."

After saying this, Hou Paolan walked away with the sack on his back, while Han Chunming looked at his back with a smile on his face.

"Big sister, let me help you. I have to go to his place later."

"Chunming, do you know this person?" the eldest sister asked puzzledly.

"Hey, we've dealt with each other before."

Han Chunming didn't elaborate, but reached out to help unload the truck.

…………

I looked up and saw No. 137 Yanzhi Hutong.

"That's it!"

The door to the courtyard was open, so Han Chunming walked straight in and knocked on the first room on the right. When he heard Hou Polan's voice from inside, he pushed the door open with a smile on his face.

Hou Polan was eating a steamed bun, holding a magnifying glass in his right hand and carefully observing a box.

Box?

It should be that post box!

Han Chunming had a deep impression of this thing. In his memory, Hou gave it to "Han Chunming", but "Han Chunming" gave it to Su Meng as a graduation gift. As a result, the treasure was covered in dust and was treated as an ordinary box for needles and thread until it was discovered at last.

As his eyes moved around, Han Chunming finally understood the value of the three words "Poor Marquis".

Simply put, except for the structure of the house itself, everything inside is antique, from small bottles and jars to large items such as tables and chairs.

With Han Chunming's current eyesight, the first judgment is still quite reliable.

And this is just what is on the surface.

He knew the principle passed down by our ancestors, "A cunning rabbit has three burrows, and its wealth is not exposed to the public." It is impossible that the Marquis of Paolan did not understand this. So, it is very likely that the Marquis of Paolan has hidden more rare collections in private. These collections may be hidden in some unknown place, and only the Marquis of Paolan himself knows of their existence.

I took a look at the painting hanging next to it and found it was an authentic work by Zheng Banqiao.

"Sit down now, don't act like a fool who has never seen the world." The Broken Marquis spoke indifferently, and then said in a boastful tone:

"How about it, it's not bad!"

All Han Chunming could say was nod.

"I've learned a lot."

His eyes naturally fell on the post box.

The Broken Marquis saw through his thoughts at a glance and said with a smile:

"You can watch it, but don't think about it."

Han Chunming nodded, picked up the box, and saw the words "Changchun Jushi" as expected. He blurted out, "Written by Emperor Qianlong himself?"

"Not bad, you understand quite well!"

Hou Polan was a little surprised and looked more serious towards Han Chunming.