Zhengyangmen: Don’t date Su Meng

Han Chunming didn't respond and continued studying. On it was "On the Love of Lotus" written in Song style, with two lotus flowers, rising out of the mud but unstained, standing tall and pure. They could be admired from a distance but not played with.

"Lord of the Broken, I think..."

Before he could finish, Hou Pao interrupted him.

"Okay, don't mention anything, the rest can be discussed."

Well, Han Chunming was shut up with just one sentence.

"No, listen to me. I have a friend who is...he is about to pass away. But what he loves most is the lotus. He especially loves Zhou Dunyi's On the Love of Lotus. He likes Emperor Qianlong even more. Look, all these layers show that he has a connection with the box in your hand.

you……"

Without giving Han Chunming time to talk nonsense, the Broken Marquis directly snatched the box away, pointed at the door and said, "Get out."

Then he pointed at himself and said sarcastically: "You take me for a fool? What friend? I think it's you. I'm too embarrassed to say the rest."

Indeed, Han Chunming's lie was a bit outrageous, and now he couldn't help laughing when he thought about it.

"Okay, I won't bother you any more. I really like this box. Please name a price. Even if the deal doesn't go through, we'll still be friends. What do you think?"

Han Chunming said seriously.

"Okay, that sounds like human language."

Hou Polan's expression became much more normal, but he still shook his head.

He had no intention of selling the antiques.

To him, these are not just antiques, but also history, and what should be done is to protect and collect them, not trade them.

Besides, he is not short of money.

Han Chunming was not disappointed even though the deal was not made. After all, it was impossible for all the good things to belong to him, right?

That is wishful thinking.

After that, the two of them exchanged views on the collections in the house. Han Chunming learned a lot and before leaving, he snatched away several ancient books from Hou Polan, which made him curse and shout that he had let a wolf into the house.

Walking on the way home, Han Chunming was holding a pile of books and grinning.

"Hello, you are right.

You are letting a wolf into the house!

Ha ha ha ha. "

…………

Han Chunming passed by a convenience store and bought a bottle of wine, then saw Grandpa Guan playing chess in the alley, and he couldn't help but go over to him.

"When two people play chess, the one who talks too much is a donkey!"

Han Chunming paused when he heard this. The two people watching the chess game looked at each other. One of them complained: "Mr. Guan, we haven't spoken to each other this whole time."

"I didn't say you, it's the talkative ones who are here!"

Mr. Guang's attention was still on the chessboard, his eyes not looking away.

The two people watching the chess game then realized that the person being talked about was Han Chunming, and they couldn't help but smile.

Han Chunming bared his teeth and said jokingly, "No wonder you call me the Nine Gates Admiral God. You knew I was coming before I even opened my mouth." Then he bent down and whispered in Grandpa Guan's ear:

"Your horse is not jumping correctly,"

Old Master Guan looked up and looked at him expressionlessly.

Han Chunming immediately covered his mouth and begged in a low voice: "Don't say a word, don't say a word."

Then he showed off the good wine in his hand and walked two steps away.

At this time, Master Guan was so drunk that he lost his mind. Just as his opponent was leveling his chariot, Master Guan groaned and muttered, "My horse really didn't jump to the right place. The little thing saw it at a glance.

Come on, give me some advice."

He slowly stood up, and Han Chunming immediately ran back to support him, and the two of them returned to Grandpa Guan's residence.

"Grandson, you must have something to ask of me. Pour some wine and talk slowly."

Grandpa Guan narrowed his eyes and urged Han Chunming to pour the wine quickly. Seeing that Han Chunming was about to pour for him, he grabbed the bottle and said, "I will drink this wine slowly if I keep it here. It would be a waste if I give it to you."

I have something to say, but I have nothing to say. This is a good wine, and it is not enough for me to drink alone."

Han Chunming raised his hands in surrender before speaking.

"I saw a post box this afternoon."

"Is it complete?" Grandpa Guan asked directly.

Han Chunming shook his head and said softly, "The bottom is made of golden nanmu wood, and there is a poem on it, Zhou Dunyi's "On the Love of Lotus"."

"Hmm! Shouldn't it be Emperor Qianlong's signature at the end?"

Mr. Guan's eyes were bright and he spoke with confidence.

【Dongdong.】

Han Chunming knocked on the table twice and flattered, "You are really knowledgeable. Tell me how you know this."

Mr. Guan didn't say anything at first, but handed him a glass of wine.

Han Chunming took it with both hands and drank it in one gulp.

Grandpa Guan then slowly spoke: "Emperor Qianlong had a teacher who was from Huishan and admired Zhou Dunyi very much.

In Huishan, there is a Zhou Lianxi Temple, which was built in the seventh year of Qianlong's reign.

Emperor Qianlong went to Huishan six times, and visited Zhou Dunyi's ancestral hall twice, which shows that this story and the box came from the same place. "

The story ends here, and Han Chunming also understands the origin of this post box.

Although he knew it was valuable before, he didn't know the historical records about it. Now that he knows, it has solved his doubts.

"Where did you see this?"

Facing Mr. Guan's question, Han Chunming did not answer, but left a sentence "You guess it yourself", then returned to the south room and looked through the books he had snatched from Marquis Poor.

"You little bastard, you dare to hide it from your master, haha."

Old Master Guan murmured, picked up the bottle, and took a deep breath of alcohol.

"Well, good wine."

…………

In this way, Han Chunming's life seemed to fall into a straight line: food factory - Grandpa Guan's house - Hou's house. The first line was the loop line for collecting scraps, which was updated in real time every day.

Polan Hou was generous with what he had learned and helped Han Chunming in many ways. In return, Han Chunming would always bring him good wine and delicious food, which Polan Hou was full of praise for.

One day, the two men were drinking and chatting when the door of Hou's house was pushed open. A woman walked in awkwardly, lowered her head and called out "Dad".

Han Chunming was also amused. Wasn't this the elder sister from whom he bought the old cigarette pipe? However, he did not speak in a hurry. Instead, he prepared to listen to what the two had to say.

"Dad, my wound is infected and I urgently need money to save my life. Can you... help me?" She seemed very embarrassed and kept rubbing her palms while speaking.

Hou Paolan was grinning from ear to ear just now, but now he is silent and looks unhappy.

The relationship between the two is very complicated!

Han Chunming seemed to have some impression that there should be some conflict between the father and daughter, but he forgot what it was specifically.

"He has a high fever and is waiting for money to save his life. If I had a way, I would definitely not come to you for help. Can you help me?"

Facing the woman's plea for mercy, Hou Paolan acted as if he couldn't hear her and remained silent.

Han Chunming couldn't say anything at this time and could only watch silently.

The woman seemed to collapse, her whole body began to tremble, and she couldn't help but scream: "What else do you want from me?

I've begged you so humbly, can't you just say something?

I am your biological daughter!"