After leaving the cheese shop, Xi Mansha and I did not go back to Jiang Yan's house, but continued to walk two hundred meters south and wait for the bus at the next station. Teacher Xi was wearing a white floral dress, with a long dress with a tied hair, and a brown bow hairpin. She looked like a sickly and delicate princess, showing a fluttering temperament, and the rate of looking back on the street was extremely high. I don't know whether she believed me or not, but I have explained it. If I continue, it will become darker and darker. Thinking that Jiang Yan will explain it to her in the future, I would just put down this topic temporarily.

There were not many people in the car, so we swiped the card and stood firm on the shaded side of the rear of the car.

In order to break the embarrassment caused by the previous misunderstanding, I said nothing, "Are you going home directly? Where to change the car?"

Perhaps because of her thin skin, Teacher Xi's cheeks were still burning, "I won't go home. I'll change my car on Chang'an Street and go to Wangfujing Tongrentang Pharmacy to see a doctor. Well, it may be a heart problem. It's a bit of gasping for the past two days, and it's not very comfortable." As she said this, she sighed mournfully: "This half-dead broken body is not good, and she can't die all the time. Alas..."

"Difficult breathing?" I looked at her: "Then I'll go with you, what if something happens along the way."

Teacher Xi glanced at me with a slanted head, his eyes drowning, and his face turned red again: "...No need."

I'm sweating, please don't look at me with this kind of eyes, okay?

I really don't like you!

I said, "I heard that the registration fee for Tongrentang in Wangfujing is fifty, and Tongrentang in Baiguang Road is only thirty. Although the doctors are different, it is probably not too different. My mother has seen a traditional Chinese medicine doctor with Baiguang Road Store, and the treatment is very good. Well, why don't you go there and have a few people, registering medicine is much faster than Wangfujing Store."

"Can you get the medicine that day?"

"Just wait for an hour or two, today is not a day off."

"Well, then okay, Wangfujing store usually takes the next day to get the medicine."

Baiguang Road T-junction.

The Tongrentang Pharmacy in Beijing is more than ten meters east of Caishikou Department Store, known as the "first gold store in China". Walking inside, I saw the resumes of various doctors sitting in the hall on the wall above a row of blue plastic chairs. Dr. Tang, who had seen my mother's medical treatment, was on Thursday and Saturday. If he was not here today, Xi Mansha hung up the number of Chinese doctor named Liu, and said she didn't have to accompany her and asked me to go home. I was a little worried, so I told her the phone number and called me if I had something to do, and then left.

The sun has risen to the top of the head.

However, I was very full when I drank the two bowls of sour plum soup in the cheese shop. I didn’t find a place to eat, so I crossed the street directly.

Facing the north of Caibai Shopping Mall is a thousand-year-old temple - Baoguo Temple, which is also a well-known antique market in Beijing. Although it is clean and neat and clean, a few years ago, outside the south gate of Baoguo Temple was a mess, including fruit sellers, vegetables sellers, clothes, toys, and many unlicensed lamb skewers and spicy hot stalls, which are dirty and messy. Since the widening and rectification of Guangdong and Guangxi Road, it has been much better here, and it has really smelled a bit of antique.

After leaving the public toilet, I entered the south gate of Baoguo Temple.

Two months later, Uncle Bai's son and reporter also found a piece of Yuan blue and white porcelain here. It was the second time that the man who Uncle Bai sold it to was sold here. I remember that the boss was a middle-aged man with a buzz cut, and there was a small piece on the top of his head that was bald and seemed to have been injured.

So, when I was walking in the temple, I didn’t look at antiques, but just looked at the heads of stall owners in various street stalls.

But after walking around for a long time, I didn't find the trace of the man.

Just as I was wondering, I suddenly saw a slightly familiar middle-aged man from the corner of my eyes. I walked over and saw, hey, it was him!

It turned out that the boss still had two inches of hair, which just covered the marks of baldness.

He saw me squatting down to look at the goods and asked, "What do you want to see?"

The red velvet cloth that is often used to make curtains is covered with many white jade jewelry pendants, a pen holder, two bronze ware, and four bottles and jars that seem to be old, but there are no traces of Yuan blue and white. I was slightly stunned and thought, could the seller have not sold the porcelain pieces yet? He asked subconsciously: "Do you have any ancient porcelain pieces here?"

"Ancient porcelain pieces?" The boss said happily: "Yes, small pieces of the kiln in Cizhou, the bottom of the blue and white bowl of Kangxi in the Qing Dynasty, and the edge of the official kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty."

I pointed to the ground in confusion: "Why aren't you putting it here?"

"Oh, it's all in my lover's hands. She bought it from Nancheng Fresh Goods Market. Which one do you want? Hun Ming will bring it to you."

"Are there any Yuan blue and white ones?"

The boss smiled: "You're asking, I just collected a blockbuster of Yuan blue and white porcelain last month." He gestured to me with his hands: "So big, real, absolutely fun, young man, do you want to buy it? If you want it, you'll get it cheaper, well, it's about 78,000."

I shook my head and said, "It's too expensive."

A bargaining.

Even when I clearly saw that 50,000 yuan was the bottom line, the boss still refused to give in at the 65,000 yuan mark.

I said: "The price of Yuan blue and white fragments on the market is only 20,000 to 30,000 yuan. Why are you twice as high?"

"Thirty thousand yuan is priceless. Young man, it's not that my family is high, but that the whole of China is high." At the end, he pointed to the shop opposite: "This is why my stall fee is cheaper. If it were that long-term store, let alone 65,000, it wouldn't be sold for 70,000 yuan. You don't know, the Yuan blue and white are so evil now, and the fragments are rising, and the land is rising. Yuan blue and white are as big as mine, and the Beijing market is rare. Sixty thousand yuan is very cheap. Well, now the thing is in the hands of my lover. When you look at it, you will understand whether it is worth the price."

I can't see the real thing, but I've seen it on TV.

From the perspective of cost-effectiveness, the Yuan blue and white porcelain in his hand is indeed cheaper than the first three pieces. If he collects this piece, the four pieces can basically outline the appearance of Yuan blue and white porcelain, reaching 80% of the complete device. It is only three or two small pieces that can perfectly end this plan, glue and repair, and sell it.

But the problem now is that no matter how cheap it is, I don’t have the money to buy it.

There are more than 50,000 left in the bank card, which is a full ten thousand yuan short of it.

I had unexpectedly expected the cost of the Yuan blue and white fragments. I admit that my judgment was biased and took it for granted, so I was unable to prepare funds before acquiring the porcelain pieces. But from another perspective, this is also a relatively gratifying thing. The more expensive the porcelain pieces, it also means that the more expensive the porcelain after repair, and perhaps it will be much higher than my expectations.

I stood in front of the stall and remained silent for a long time, and quickly recalled the bargaining incident recorded in my notebook.

Suddenly, I took out my cell phone to check the date.

Well, it's today, it's still time.

That parrot that no one wants must be worth ten thousand yuan!
Chapter completed!