Siheyuan: Qin Huairu relies on me

Late at night.

Li Baohong's home.

"Dad, why do I feel... this is weird." Li Gang frowned.

"Of course it's weird, you believe them." Li Yu pouted, "The village chief and the clerk slept in the same bed. If the clerk was really engaged, with the village chief's personality, he would never do that."

"Then what do you think their relationship is?" Li Baohong said in a deep voice.

"It's probably 'the goddess has feelings, the king has no intention'..." Li Yu sighed.

"What does it mean?"

Li Gang didn't understand.

"The first half of Wang Wenshu's words is true, that is, our village chief is probably her mother's subordinate, but the second half is false, the clerk probably likes the village chief." Li Yun rolled his eyes.

"Like the village chief? How can you tell?" Li Gang said in surprise.

"How stupid."

Li Baohong said helplessly, "If the clerk had no interest in the village chief, why would she accompany the village chief to guard the stove in the middle of the night? It's not comfortable to sleep alone."

"I know the village chief well. He is a man of his word. Although he and his wife have only obtained a certificate, he will not have anything to do with the clerk."

"He doesn't even know when he can go back, what is he worried about?" Li Gang sighed, "Look at the educated youth in Xiahe Village. They have been here for three years... They have wives and children. It doesn't matter whether they go back or not."

"Hmm."

Li Baohong and others looked at him in surprise.

"No, why are you looking at me?"

Li Gang shrank his neck.

"What do you think of the village chief?" Li Baohong said in a deep voice.

"What else can we do? She is a very capable person." Li Gang curled his lips and said, "She is a serious college student... She has been a minister before she was 20 years old. She can get along well in Beijing, not to mention here."

"Speaking of which... Yan Qing is also 20 years old, right?" Li Baohong said faintly.

"Yan Qing?"

Li Gang was shocked when he heard it, "Dad, Yan Qing is beautiful, but her father is a reactionary. You want to force her to the village chief, isn't this harming people?"

"What do you mean by force her to the village chief?"

Li Yu chuckled, "Who dares to marry Yan Qing? Letting her serve tea and water to the village chief is also a home for her... If she gives birth to a child for the village chief, the village chief will stay here."

"This..."

Li Yun hesitated, "The village chief has a strong personality and he probably won't give in."

"I said he gave in."

Li Baohong squinted and said, "The village chief He values ​​friendship and loyalty. Even though his father-in-law treated him like this, he didn't do anything... If he could get Yan Qing to the city, that would be his ability. But if he couldn't, and she had a child here, he wouldn't be able to leave. "

"He can't leave."

Li Yun smiled bitterly, "Uncle, if we plotted against him like this... If he knew, we would have lost our heads."

"How can you talk like that?"

Li Yu said dissatisfiedly, "We see that Yan Qing is alone and has a hard life... So we can find her a job and calculate the work points."

"Tsk."

Li Gang smacked his lips, thinking about how to inform Zhao Xiyan.

"Li Gang, if you dare to say it, I'll fucking kill you." Li Baohong said murderously.

"I... I'm not familiar with Zhao Xiyan, why should I tell him this?" Li Gang pretended to be calm.

"Don't I know your little tricks?" Li Baohong said disdainfully, "Anyway, this matter... Zhao Xiyan can do it himself. If he is lucky and Yan Qing has no children, then taking Yan Qing away will be considered as my care for the villagers."

...

If Zhao Xiyan knew their thoughts, he should have rushed in with a gun now.

These beasts did not target Wang Yinuo, but instead targeted him.

The next day.

At noon.

Zhao Xiyan knocked on the furnace under the attention of everyone.

"Wow."

Li Keliang was the first to exclaim.

Those porcelains were placed on the iron rack, sky blue, bean green, powder green... all kinds of colors, and the shapes were extremely exquisite, the glaze colors fit well, and they were the best Ru porcelain he had ever seen.

Zhao Xiyan walked up and reached out to touch it.

More than 20 pieces of Ru porcelain, five or six of which were thrown away by him in an instant, fell to the side, and broke into pieces.

"Village chief, don't throw this thing away. It's so beautiful. It would be nice if you can exchange it for some money." Li Baohong said distressedly.

"Don't ruin my reputation."

Zhao Xiyan glanced at him and threw away more than ten pieces, leaving only four fine pieces.

They were a wide-mouthed bowl, a gall-shaped vase, a flower-mouthed saucer, and a lotus-shaped bowl, but this thing still looked a little new and didn't look like an antique.

He got a few cloth bags and put the things in them, then yawned.

"Village chief, work can't be rushed, otherwise... eat first, and then take a nap." Li YunmanHe smiled.

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan nodded tiredly and went into the office.

Everyone looked at him, then at the broken porcelain, and sighed.

It was night.

Wang Yinuo was sleeping, but Zhao Xiyan had already gotten up.

He went to the office next door and started working.

Antiquity is the most critical part of the counterfeiting industry.

There were many bottles and jars in front of Zhao Xiyan, all of which were prepared by him, specifically for antiquity.

Wang Yinuo stood at the door with his clothes on.

"Actually, there is no need to rush this matter."

"Well, why did you get up?"

Zhao Xiyan smiled, "Since it's done, then do it well... Otherwise, I won't be at ease when I sleep."

"Hey."

Wang Yinuo walked in and sat by the fire.

Zhao Xiyan was still busy, after all, it's not that easy to make money.

When Wang Yinuo woke up, she was already lying on the bed.

There was still no sign of Zhao Xiyan beside her, so she hurriedly got up to look for him.

Meeting room.

"What is this?"

Zhao Xiyan placed the wide-mouthed bowl on the table and looked at Wang Liu and Zhang Qiang.

"Northern Song Dynasty Tianqing wide-mouthed bowl." Zhang Qiang said firmly, "It is so well preserved, but there is just a little bit of glaze loss. It is probably collected and preserved by a noble family..."

"You say."

After Zhao Xiyan threw a cigarette to Zhang Qiang, he looked at Wang Liu.

"Village chief, I have to try it." Wang Liu said seriously.

"Okay."

Zhao Xiyan handed him the bowl.

Wang Liu looked at it over and over, muttering to himself.

"How strange, how strange, it is impossible for this product to be preserved so well... Could it be that there is really a big shot in the village?"

The reason why Ru Kiln is precious is that Ru Kiln only existed for twenty years.

So all those that can be passed down are fine products.

"Tell me, is this real or fake?" Zhao Xiyan said with a smile.

"It's real."

Wang Liu said seriously, "Village chief, if it was preserved by a noble family, there should be more than one piece, right?"

"Of course there is more."

Zhao Xiyan lifted the white cloth covering the side.

Zhang Qiang and Wang Liu's eyes were suddenly wide open.

These three pieces of Ru porcelain are all top-notch among top-notch ones. There is no problem with a few thousand dollars each. If they are sold as a set, the price may be negotiable.