Grand Collection

"Hey, don't be so skeptical," Wang Baxian raised his voice, "It's genuine inside information."

Kong Xin lacked interest, "Then tell me, what's the inside news?"

"Ruzhou, Zhu Wenli, have you heard of it?"

Kong Xin: "The one who studies Ruguan porcelain?"

"Yes," Wang Baxian lowered his voice, "Ruzhou City's ancient Jiangtai, some farmers dug up the ground and found broken pieces of porcelain. Zhu Wenli went to investigate on the spot. It may be the site of a firewood kiln."

Kong Xin squinted at him, "Go on."

Wang Baxian nodded vigorously, raised his hand and covered his mouth, "According to my reliable information, this ancient general's platform is a firewood kiln, absolutely!"

Kong Xin looked at him for a long time, expressionless, without saying a word.

Wang Baxian stared, "You don't believe it?"

Kong Xin raised his hand to pinch his fleshy cheeks, and said calmly, "I don't believe it."

"Damn it!" Wang Baxian was angry, "You..."

Kong Xin blocked his mouth with a fist, "When will you deliver the firewood kiln to me, when will I trust you, understand?"

After speaking, he walked away swaggeringly with Luo Zigeng.

Wang Baxian rubbed the stiff facial muscles, out of anger, "You, you, you, you molested me!!! Kong Xin! Kong Daluobo! You are a solid big radish! You are a big radish! You don't even understand! Don’t believe me, sooner or later there will be a day when you regret it! Damn, you actually got involved in this king’s water lotus noodles, you rascal!!!”

Kong Xin and Luo Zigeng returned to the Gujin Pavilion with the old Chengni cricket jar. Meng Xin just finished a deal, and when he saw the cricket jar Kong Xin took out, he was taken aback, "Ziyu jar?"

"Look again."

Meng Xin picked up the cricket jar and inspected it, the light in his eyes faded, "It's an imitation, but the imitation is really good, I can't fault it in terms of appearance, it just lacks a trace of charm."

The man brought tea to the three of them. Kong Xin lazily nestled into the imperial concubine's couch, held the small purple sand pot to his mouth, and took a sip. ', many Ziyu pots collected by many people are actually made by him."

"Ten years of catastrophe, all good things are gone, and now even such outstanding imitations are rare," Meng Xin helplessly, looked up to see Luo Zigeng, "Your flowerpot is sold."

Luo Zigeng was stunned for a moment, and a complex look flashed in his eyes. This was his first serious business. From then on, even if he stepped into the antique shop with both feet, when he closed his eyes, it seemed that his father was still playing back in his mind. The appearance of jumping down from the [-]th floor, in an instant, blood and blood...

"Why are you in a daze!" With a slap firmly on the back, Luo Zigeng woke up in a jerk, turned around and saw Kong Xin standing up from the imperial concubine's couch holding a small purple clay pot, and wandering behind the counter, "Xiao Meng, I'll look at the transaction contract."

The flower pot used by Lafayette sold for [-]. According to the rules, Luo Zigeng paid a tenth of the commission to Gujin Pavilion. Meng Xin wanted to decline, but Kong Xin said with a smile, "Take it, this kid is with you." I have learned a lot by stealing, and that is the tuition fee."

Luo Zigeng chuckled and said nothing.

Now is the time when autumn insects are ferocious. After sending Luo Zigeng away, Kong Xin and Meng Xin copied the guys and went straight to Wen Zhijun's house to fight crickets.

Wen Zhijun is wearing glasses and painting gourds with fire, using red-hot iron needles to paint on the skin of gourds. Kong Xin and Meng Xin are not good at this kind of delicate craftsmanship. Got quite some success.

Seeing them coming, Wen Zhijun raised his head from under the lamp, with a bright smile on his face, showing his little canine teeth, "How about my newly painted gourd?"

Meng Xin smiled, "Good work."

On the gourd, which is thin enough to be grasped, there are densely painted small scripts: Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva, who has practiced the deep Prajna Paramita for a long time, sees that all five aggregates are empty, and overcomes all hardships... It is the "Prajna Paramita Heart Sutra" .

"Why are you making all this effort?" Kong Xin felt inconceivable, "Your eyes are bloodshot from exhaustion, and if you make trouble out of yourself again, who will suffer?"

Wen Zhijun was impatient, "Okay, okay, just you criticize others all day long, I'm planning to give your grandma a birthday gift, she has long said that she wants to draw a heart sutra."

Kong Xin didn't appreciate it, "She just said it casually, and she didn't remember it in her heart, but you still remember it as a task. Believe it or not, she has already forgotten it by now."

"Others may forget, or pretend to forget, but I remember and always remember," Wen Zhijun looked at him and said seriously, "I, Wen Zhijun, have no other advantages, but I will do what I say."

"You and my sister are really a perfect match," Kong Xin said with a slow smile, "both of you are narrow-minded."

Wen Zhijun's face darkened.

"Stop rambling," Meng Xin tidied up the Huohui equipment on the table, and took out his own cricket jar, "What about our business?"

In the cricket fight, the three of them, from wearing open crotch trousers to getting married soon, each knew what level the other was capable of. After only 10 minutes of the game, Kong Xin was struck out without any suspense. Since I can remember, I have never won a fight against Wen Zhijun!

After exiting the arena, sitting on the stool and watching those two people kill each other, Kong Xin suddenly felt that fate was very interesting, as if they were still at the age of pissing and muddy in the last fight. Years have changed, but everyone's position has not changed.

In the end, it was Wen Zhijun's "West Wind Purple" that came out on top, biting Meng Xin's "Yizhang Qing" and turned around and ran away. When the kill was over, Meng Xin smiled and took out a gourd, "You won again, this is yours."

Wen Zhijun took the gourd, but before he looked at it carefully, Kong Xin suddenly covered his eyes and shouted, "Oh, Xiao Meng, you are playing a hooligan!"

There are complicated patterns on the gourd, the skin color is red, but the pattern is a bit risqué, on the front is a woman leaning on a railing for a nap, on the back is this woman having an affair with a man, the bun is partly scattered, breasts and buttocks are very exquisite .

This is a typical spring dream map.

Meng Xin raised her eyebrows: "Did I play a hooligan on you?"

Wen Zhijun nodded with a smile, "It's indeed hooliganism."

"Look," Kong said, "you didn't play tricks on me, but you did play tricks on my brother-in-law-to-be."

Meng Xin smiled slightly, "I just received it by chance yesterday. It's not worth much, but I think you might like it."

"Fuck you!" Wen Zhijun yelled frantically, "Why do I like this!"

Meng Xin smiled and watched him jump. Wen Zhijun lay in bed for ten months out of a year, and those two months when he was alive and kicking were especially precious. After a long while, he said calmly, "I'm just playing a hooligan. How about you?"

Wen Zhijun was bullied by Meng Xin and Kong Xin in turn, lost his temper completely, and began to chase people away, "You two are not doing business? Be careful that the Gujin Pavilion falls into your hands."

Kong Xin likes to see this kind of frantic look when he is bullied so badly, he laughed, "Yes, where can I find you the best cricket jar if you don't do business? I'm going to Ruzhou next. "

"What to do?"

"Don't tell you!"

"you!"

Kong Dao said, "The news I just got is not very accurate. I'll go and have a look first, lest the meat be robbed by others, and we won't even have a mouthful of soup."

Although he says he doesn't believe in Wang Baxian, but if you ask the most reliable broker in the circle, Kong Xin's first reaction is definitely Wang Baxian. After working together for so many years, this guy's words are [-]% water, and the rest is rubbed. Let's cut another third, that's true, this point, Kong Xin firmly believes.

Coming out of Wen's house, Meng Xin asked, "The news about the Eight Sage Kings is reliable?"

"Nine times out of ten," Kong Xin said with a cigarette in his mouth, thinking, "I don't know how long this trip will take, if Luo Zigeng comes to the store, you can help him, he is Zhijun's cousin, it is best Don't stay away."

Meng Xin: "The two brothers look alike."

"They all have canine teeth. After getting along for a long time, you will know that they don't look like each other at all." Kong Xin turned around and looked at Meng Xin with a serious expression.

Meng Xin turned her head abruptly, "You don't need to remind me."

Kong Xin squinted at the blue shadows in his eyes, and after a while, suddenly smiled, "That's best, I'm just such a big sister, and I won't allow others to hurt her."

He went there for a month and a half, walked around the kilns twice, collected a bag of broken porcelain, and then turned to Beijing, where there was an authoritative doctor who was good at heart disease, but his eyes were higher than the top. , ordinary people can't invite him, he entrusted someone to send a lot of money to finally get this opportunity to ask him to come to Ning for a doctor's visit.

Wen Zhijun's disease is a family inheritance. He said that he would not live to be 20 years old. I didn't expect that he is still alive and kicking at the age of 27. On the one hand, he is well protected; It will live longer.

In the evening, the helpers were invited to drink. The northerners could drink. Several people took turns to fight, and quickly poured Kong Xin to the point where he couldn’t find the north. He has always had a good capacity for alcohol, but he was too tired during this time, so he poured very quickly.

Kneeling on one knee and hugging the toilet until the bile came out, the turmoil in his stomach was finally relieved, he mouthed bitterness, looked ahead blankly, his mind was in chaos, life, work, countless people and things were in his mind He thought of Luo Zigeng for no reason.

Squinting his hazy drunken eyes, he seemed to be able to see the boy laughing foolishly behind him, showing two small canine teeth, innocent and sensible.

Kong Xin shook his head, unscrewed the bridle and poured cold water on his face, finally regained consciousness, drove out the inappropriate imagination from his mind, and threw himself on the bed drunkenly.

He felt that he must have been running around for more than a month, and he was dizzy from the work. He needed to find someone to vent his anger, so as not to think about it.

I made an appointment with the doctor to check Wen Zhijun, and Kong Xin returned to Nanjing the next day, and he couldn’t do it if he didn’t go back. Relatively fragile, he needs a hearty sex to consolidate the image of scumbag.

After returning home without doing anything, I took Ji Kai to have fun for two days and one night, fed the little goblin before sending him back to school.

Unexpectedly, he met Luo Zigeng again at the school gate.