As soon as Hao Huai set off, Tang Feier, who was not asleep, immediately raised her head and showed her tired face, "Hao Huai, you are awake."

"Have I slept for a long time?"

Hao Huai moved his slightly heavy neck and immediately felt his stomach churning. He hurriedly lowered his head to the edge of the bed and spit it into the basin on the ground with a "wow" mouthful.

"I'm almost wiping my mouth, lie down soon."

Tang Fei'er had tears in the corner of her eyes. She wiped the mucus on Hao Huai's mouth with a towel, and then gently placed his head on the pillow, and a pair of fair hands gently stroked Hao Huai's belly.

Hao Huai held back a smile, reached out and grabbed Tang Feier's smooth wrist, and said, "I'm fine, I'm just drunk."

"I said it's okay. You've been sleeping for two days. Every time I say I'll take you to the hospital, you won't agree, and I don't dare to take my own initiative. I can only let you lie in the bed."

Tang Feier picked up a clean towel wrapped in ice water from the bedside table and placed it on Hao Huai's head. Hao Huai felt much more comfortable.

"Not much, I just slept for two days. I remember a gangster named "Hei Pi" had a drink with me. As a result, he stayed in the hospital for three days, and I slept in the wet basement for three days."

Hao Huai picked up the towel on his head and gently wiped away the tears from Tang Feier's eyes.

"Don't take the towel off your head." Tang Fei'er put the cool towel back on Hao Huai's head and said, "I'm talking about the hospital. I guess Li Dun'er is still having an IV drip now. He is much drunk than you."

"I just said that fat man was not good, but I just drank it down."

Hao Huai let out a few bold smiles, and then he realized that he had not returned to the rental house, but was at Tang Feier's home. This made him feel a little nervous because he knew that Tang Feier lived with his mother, and also learned from Tang Feier that "Tang Ma" really hoped that his daughter could marry a prominent family.

"Fei'er, aunt?"

An ugly daughter-in-law always wants to see her parents-in-law. This is the words of the older generation, but now many things are reversed, and this sentence has also been changed to a poor son-in-law always wants to see her mother-in-law. It is not difficult to understand Hao Huai's little worry.

Hao Huai learned from Tang Fei'er that "Tang Ma" had not been at home for the past two days, so he felt a little more comfortable. He hoped to make money as soon as possible, and he could stand in front of his mother-in-law with a swagger.

"By the way, what about the red pen under glaze?"

Hao Huai remembered the brush wash yesterday, which was an indispensable "baby" used to deal with Wang Laopian.

“There’s still there.”

When Hao Huai learned from Tang Fei'er that the pen was washed in her bag, he immediately got up and went to the Baoguo Temple Antique Market.

Tang Fei'er naturally wanted him to have a good rest, but with Hao Huai's insistence, she agreed and took out the washed clothes and helped Hao Huai put them on with her own hands. Even the ** was worn under Tang Fei'er's service. Although she was a little blushed, the smile on her face showed that she was very happy.

Hao Huai gently held Tang Fei'er in his arms, but he said a lot, and he just wanted to express it with actions rather than words. The two of them packed up the jade ornaments and the underglaze red pen that they had wholesale from the youngest, and washed it, and took a taxi to Baoguo Temple.

Hao Huai didn't know that this trip to Baoguo Temple would bring unexpected gains.

Although Baoguo Temple is the most lively on Thursday, all the merchants and street stalls are usually filled with them. Because there are tourists here every day, and there is no need for tickets, so there is a lot of passenger flow.

It was already nine o'clock in the morning when we entered Baoguo Temple. Hao Huai and Tang Feier strode towards their street stall. Although they were still a little dizzy, Hao Huai could still hold on.

After walking a few steps, Hao Huai and a man's bargaining voice attracted, and he couldn't help but stop and follow the source of the sound to look for it.

"What do you think of me 'little chicken man'? You are not even an old imitation of this broken pen holder. You actually said it was something from the Third Dynasties of the Qing Dynasty."

"Haha, 'Chicken Man', there is such a strange name." Hao Huai found the owner of the voice in front of a street stall. It was a young man squatting in front of the street stall. Because his back was facing him, Hao Huai did not see the man's expression clearly, but his hunched and thin body was vividly remembered. He was probably about a year younger than him.

The young man was holding a blue and white porcelain pen holder in his hand and thinking back and forth.

"Hao Huai, why are you so fascinated?" Tang Feier stopped and asked Hao Huai.

"It's nothing, you go there first, I'll go find you right away."

Tang Feier nodded, told Hao Huai a few words before leaving.

Hao Huai slowly walked towards the street stall where the chicken man was, and Hao Huai deliberately kept a certain distance from the man who claimed to be a chicken man. After coming to the narrow space between the street stall and another street stall, Hao Huai stopped.

"What a slutty face!"

The whole face of the chicken man entered Hao Huai's sight. Hao Huai couldn't help but laugh out loud. He saw that the man looked like the famous celebrity - the "wretched man". He had a vulgar expression when he bargained with the stall owner in his forties.

Hao Huai looked at him, the chicken man spoke to the stall owner and said, "You are not good at this thing, at most it is a modern handicraft."

The chicken man held the pen holder in his left hand, gently tapped the pen holder with his right hand, and then said, "Let me listen, this sound almost pierces my ears. The crispness and longness of the old porcelain that has gone through the years cannot be reflected in this new imitation."

"Brothers are a master who knows what they know at first glance." The middle-aged stall owner was not angry at the comments of the chicken man, and also showed a very meaningful smile: "But what I just heard was the 'clear and long' sound you said. It was really the ancient sound of my hometown, with such vicissitudes of life."

After the middle-aged stall owner finished speaking, the expression of enjoyment on his face was simply beyond words, as if the Tsinghua pen holder was definitely a real thing with wide open doors.

After hearing the middle-aged stall owner talk, Hao Huai thought it would be over, but unexpectedly, the stall owner talked endlessly about the story of Lao Li after he glanced at the little chicken man.

"Brother, this thing is very fun. I don't tell him that it is left by my ancestors. My ancestors are the Eight Banners children who are with me. When my father died, he told me that I could not buy this thing no matter when."

The middle-aged stall owner sighed, wiped the corners of his eyes without tears, and continued with a sigh, "Oh, God doesn't have any eyes. Who made my mother critically ill? So today I had no choice but to sell this treasure. If you like it and give me 50,000, I will bear the pain of giving this thing."

"Don't let me go, I don't dare to accept your love." The chicken man raised his hand and put on the pen holder, and said, "I've heard such stories, so I've got a calluse. Don't tell me anything else. Your love is worth at most 18."

"Don't let it go! You're a big boss who has seen the world, I'll tell you the truth."

The stall owner put away his sad face, looked around and lowered his voice, "Don't tell others that I received this thing from 20,000 yuan. You have to sincerely ask for it. How about giving me 20,000 yuan?"

"Dedede, you really should be an actor, you shouldn't come to this place to throw the floor." The chicken man knew the middle-aged stall owner's thoughts very well. As he spoke, he put down his pen holder and got up and wanted to leave.

"Wait." The stall owner opened his mouth and called out the little chicken man, pretending to be heartbroken, gritted his teeth and stomped his feet: "Five hundred is five hundred, brother, I think you are honest and want to make friends with you."

When Hao Huai saw this, he thought to himself that this little chicken man could really bargain. He thought the matter would end here, but the expression on the little chicken man's face told him that things had just begun.

"Since you asked me to wait, I'll wait, but this time I will only give you a hundred yuan."

The chicken man showed a wretched smile and squatted on the ground again, continuing to bargain. Just as he had never given his own price just now, the middle-aged stall owner had no choice.

"Okay, you little man, you're really a terrible person. You can live a life of ease."

Hao Huaiyan watched the little chicken man pick up the pen holder casually and found that his right hand was sneaking on a sterling silver "snuff bottle".

Hao Huai didn't make any statement because it had nothing to do with him. Moreover, he had known that antiques were mixed with people from all walks of life, and that there were people from all walks of life. Not to mention such thieves, it was common for officials to fill them up.

After the chicken man paid, the stall owner looked helpless and said, "Brother, you really made me embarrassed. If I hadn't wanted to make friends with you, I would say I wouldn't sell anything at this price." After the chicken man paid, he waved his hand and walked towards the gate of Baoguo Temple.

"Boy, I have two brushes."

As soon as Hao Huai was about to leave, he heard another old stall owner in his seventies beside him saying to himself: "Hey, this little chicken man doesn't think about his "good skills" and it's a pity."

"Do you know that boy?" Hao Huai walked to the old stall owner and asked softly.

The old stall owner waved his hand and looked unwilling to meddle in other people's business, saying, "I don't know, I just talk about it casually."
Chapter completed!