V1.Chapter 16

In this era, most of those who stroll in the antique market are retired old people, or some middle-aged collectors who are interested in collecting. Young people are rare, not to mention ten year old children like Xia Shao.

Xia Shao is conspicuous in the antique market, but most people think she came with her parents. When she went to the stall to ask for the price, the owner of the stall saw that she was a child. They thought she was learning from adults and bought these bottles and cans for fun.

As a result, no one opened their mouth to her and offered prices, and no one held hands with her. The stall owners thought that she could not really buy, so many people just wanted to send her away and asked for a price at will.

Unexpectedly, Xia Shao really took out the money to buy a 20 yuan snuff bottle.

The stall owner held the money in his hand, stared at her back for a long time, shook his head and sighed, "whose child is this? He came out to ruin his family at a young age... Looking at his clothes, he is just a child of an ordinary family. I really don't know that it's easy for his parents to make money. The money is spent when it's said to be spent... Forget it. Whatever these do, the waste goods collected for five yuan are also earned."

However, Xia Shao's eyes fell on the faint air wrapped around the snuff bottle in the palm of his hand, smiled and put it in his bag.

Since then, Xia Shao can be seen in the antique market in Dongshi almost every weekend. Over time, the stall owners in the market basically recognized her, and some people laughed that she was the smallest Tibetan friend. When several familiar stall owners saw her coming, they would warmly invite her to come and have a look at the stall. Most of the time, despite the boasting of the stall owner, she just smiled and shook her head. Even some adults sometimes can't help buying things with passion, but Xia Shao always laughs it off. The calmness and calmness shown in that smile are inferior to those of adults.

At this time, some stall owners are often puzzled, but in terms of eyesight, Xia Shao really looks like a child. The items she asked for price were good and bad. She would also ask for some items that were obviously fake and old.

As everyone knows, this is the wisdom of Xia Shao.

At her age, shopping in the antique market is very eye-catching. Naturally, she won't be foolish enough to ask the price of an object with her heavenly eye, and pay for it after asking. Although picking up a leak is to recognize a bead in a pile of fakes, even fakes need to be old. She won't be foolish enough to pick old things every time. Naturally, she has to pick some obvious fakes to ask the price, so that she can fish in troubled waters and not be seen by some interested people.

Occasionally, when she saw a genuine product and found someone watching behind her, she would pick and choose when buying it. She took a fake product that was not even a fake. After shopping often, she also understood the price of all kinds of objects in the market, so she picked up a cheap one every time.

But even so, Xia Shao's heart is bleeding: I don't have much spare money!

With her ability to fish in troubled waters, over time, the stall owners in the antique market thought she was only interested in these old objects. They were interested in them when they saw her young. Some stall owners also liked her and talked to her when they were not busy. Sometimes, a group of people come around and talk nonsense, and some doorways of the antique shop are said. After a long time, Xia Shao really learned a lot.

In addition to returning to the city every weekend, Xia Shao will visit the antique market. On Monday, she will go back to her grandparents' house in Shili village. She will have classes at school during the day. At noon in the morning, she will go up the mountain to master to practice martial arts, nourish Qi and learn Xuanmen skills. After she has learned, she will go to Professor Zhou's house. In the evening, she will meditate for a period of time before going to bed, During the winter and summer holidays, I stayed on the mountain most of the time to follow master.

During this period, her level in metaphysics and Yi Li improved by leaps and bounds, and there was no need to worry about her academic performance. Her mother, Li Juan, saw that she had full marks in every exam, so she put down a hanging heart.

Later, Xia Shao was admitted to the junior middle school affiliated to Dongshi No. 1 middle school with excellent results. She can only come back to the mountain of Shili village every weekend and winter and summer vacation. However, she is not idle on weekdays. She gets up early and does morning exercises every morning. In the evening, she also gets up to practice Qigong while her parents fall asleep. Before returning to Shili village at the weekend, I will stop by the antique market and use the heavenly eye to pick up the leak.

Xia Shao spent his days in such a busy and regular way. It was cold in winter and hot in summer for five years

Shili village, Houshan house.

Under the lush pomegranate tree, a girl in a white skirt opened her eyes from meditation. The girl is about fifteen years old. Her face is still round, but her skin is white and light pink, just like a touch of rosy clouds in the sky. She smiled faintly, but the charm of her body as light as peony and as soft as jade added a bit of classical beauty to her.

At the moment, she glanced at the bottom of her eyes with a smile, looked at the old man in a wheelchair not far away who was cutting roses, and whispered, "master, you have a bloody disaster today."

The old man almost fell into the flowers. When he reacted, he couldn't help saying "Ouch!"! When I looked down, there was a thorn on the path of Chinese rose (forbidden word) on my fingertip. After pulling it out, I squeezed out a blood bead.

Xia Shao chuckled and said with a sly look in her eyes, "see? A disaster of blood."

While talking, she got up and walked to the room.

Behind him came the old man's roar: "smelly girl! I know to take it as a teacher for fun all day. Do you still respect the old and the virtuous in your eyes!"

When the curse fell, Xia Shao had turned out of the house, holding a box of ointment in his hand, smiled and said, "here, isn't respecting the old and the virtuous?"

As soon as Tang Zongbo saw the box of ointment in her hand, he waved his hand and said, "OK, master, it's not you girls. Prick your finger and give out a drop of blood. What ointment!"

Xia Shao didn't listen to him. He squatted down and carefully rubbed the ointment for the old man. He looked up and said, "master, I'm not in the mountain today. I'll go out with my friends and leave in a minute. I'll come back after visiting in the afternoon. I'll accompany you in the mountain during the holiday."

Over the years, Xia Shao always accompanied her master in the mountains during the holidays. If Liu Cuicui, Du Ping and pangdun didn't ask her out sometimes, she wouldn't leave the mountain for the whole holiday. After all, after returning to the city to study, I can only see Master on weekends every week.

Over the years, although Tang Zongbo was nominally her master, in her heart, the old man was like her grandfather. In good conscience, her grandfather Xia Guoxi didn't love her like Tang Zongbo.

Over the years, Xia Shao also learned something about Tang Zongbo. His wife died young and had no children at his knees. In Tang Zongbo's eyes, Xia Shao is like his granddaughter.

Xia Shao was reluctant to give up. In Tang Zongbo's eyes, he couldn't help sighing, "Alas! Crazy son! You should have known that the way of heaven is constant and life is changeable for many years. There is no banquet in the world that doesn't end. It's fate for you and my teachers and disciples."

Having said that, there was comfort in the old man's eyes. The disciples of Xuanmen attach great importance to character and filial piety. This child is really rare in this regard.

"Come on, come on, it's like parting! Shifu is only 65 years old this year and has many years to live! If you want to go down the mountain, hurry and wait for something!" Tang Zongbo threw out his beard and eyes.

Xia Shao smiled and stood up, "well, let's go. We'll go to the city and come back in the afternoon."

"City? You girl, don't want to go to the antique market again? Don't take things back. Shifu's backyard is almost your warehouse!" Tang Zongbo stared at her, but smiled.

Xia Shao also smiled. Over the years, she has bought more than 100 treasures from the antique market. Each time, she hides them in her schoolbag. She doesn't dare to let her parents know, and she can't put them at her grandparents' house. So she has to bring them up the mountain to help her master collect them. Master specially set up a room in the backyard to put these antiques for her. Now the Bogu shelves are full of five or six, and they are all genuine!

She kept it until today.

It was the summer of 1997 and Hong Kong had just returned. Soon, some Hong Kong businessmen will come to Dongshi, and the ceramic industry and antique industry will begin to recover. Within three years, the economic development momentum of Dongshi will begin to advance by leaps and bounds.

These treasures in her hands are almost time to repay.

In the last life, when her father was laid off next summer and she graduated from junior high school, she should catch up!

In time to change all this!

A digression

Dear friends, I went to ask. It is said that the collection rose less than 80 to 100 for the first time, so it will be difficult to recommend in the future.

So, it's still half way to the second watch. Please do me a favor and [add Wen Wen to the bookshelf] ~ please!