Year: I had a good time when I was young

Chapter 939: Game Version of Iced Drinks

Because the small courtyard in Maoer Hutong is very close to the second-hand goods recycling station.

Dahei only ran for a short while and appeared outside the recycling bin.

Standing in the corner, he shouted at the recycling bin several times.

As soon as Qin Huairu heard the dog barking, he stopped what he was doing.

But after listening carefully for a few times, I soon realized that these dog barkings were very different from the barkings of Dazhuang and Hongniu.

I cursed Chu Xiangqian in my heart for not coming back for so long, and then I heard Dahei's cry again.

This immediately made Qin Huairu feel a little restless.

It seems that this woman has been pent up with anger for the past six months.

When Dahei shouted for the third time, Qin Huairu left the purchasing station cursing in his heart.

When he saw that it was a skinny big black dog, he was disappointed and even angrier.

But before she could curse, Dahei waved at her, nodded, and finally rolled on the ground a few times.

One can tell at first glance that this dog doesn't look like a home-raised local dog or a wild dog.

Dahei stood up and called out a few times in the direction of Maoer Hutong, then turned back and called out to Qin Huairu a few more times.

After doing this several times, Qin Huairu suddenly had an idea.

I thought to myself, could this local dog be the new dog that bastard Chu Xiangqian adopted?
Otherwise, how could he be as smart as Dazhuang and Hongniu?
Once this thought came to her mind, Qin Huairu could no longer hold back.

He didn't even bother to tell Lou Xiao'e and followed Dahei towards Maoer Hutong.

When Qin Huairu saw Dahei really turn into the alley, he no longer had any doubts and didn't need Dahei to lead the way at all.

I started jogging without realizing it.

It only took five or six minutes to get there, a ten-minute journey.

I saw a bamboo pole for drying clothes in the yard.

Qin Huairu suppressed her excitement, took out the key and went in, only to see the man she had been thinking about day and night, rocking on a recliner in the shade under the eaves.

Qin Huairu quickly turned around and closed the door, and said excitedly, "You're back!"

Chu Xiangqian chuckled and could hear the excitement and happiness in the woman's heart.

He stood up, walked forward, picked up Qin Huairu and walked into the house.

At this moment, no matter how many sweet words you say, they are not as useful as actual actions.

An hour later, Qin Huairu, who was exhausted from practicing basic skills, took a long time to relax and then let out a long breath, feeling refreshed.

Leaning in Chu Xiangqian's arms, she said faintly, "Now I feel really comfortable.

Otherwise, when I can’t sleep at night, I feel really anxious and uncomfortable.”

Chu Xiangqian laughed. Lust is a natural thing, so instead of laughing at or looking down on Qin Huairu, he hugged her and spoke sweet words to her.

Qin Huairu was filled with joy after just a few words.

Chu Xiangqian wanted to do it again, but Qin Huairu shook her head and said, "I have to go back to the purchasing station early to tell Xiao'e.

Otherwise, she will definitely blame me to death."

Chu Xiangqian nodded and said with a smile, "Then you should go back early. I'll prepare some food here. You can have some wine and food when you come over after get off work."

Qin Huairu couldn't help but be overjoyed.

Although there has been no shortage of food in recent years, we have not actually gone hungry.

Wanting to eat well is still a luxury.

If there are many children in a family and they have parents and siblings in the countryside to take care of, it is not surprising that they will go hungry.

Fortunately, Qin Huairu is not short of money now, but if he wants to eat meat, he has to go to the black market to buy meat tickets.

Moreover, since I eat meat more often every month, my neighbors will inevitably suspect that I am taking advantage of the public.

So Qin Huairu didn't have to starve, but she ate very little meat. As for salted fish, if you eat too much of it, you'll get tired of it no matter how delicious it is.

After hugging Chu Xiangqian and kissing him, Qin Huairu stood up and got dressed.

He smiled and said, "You don't know, there were a few times when I slept with Xiao'e, she talked in her sleep at night, and all she talked about was you.

One day I was still making out with you in my dream, and your moans were so embarrassing.

Just watch it today, some of them will make you tired. "

Chu Xiangqian laughed, slapped the woman's hips, and said provocatively, "Just wait for me.

I will make you kneel down and beg me to spare you."

Qin Huairu's face turned red. No matter how hard she and Lou Xiao'e tried in the past, they were always defeated by this guy in the end.

She looked at Chu Xiangqian with seductive eyes, and seeing that he was looking at her eagerly, she panicked and said quickly, "I'll go find Xiao E," and ran away in a hurry.

Chu Xiangqian couldn't help but smile complacently.

Then he took out several pounds of beef and mutton stewed in the Novice Village Restaurant from the Novice Village warehouse and went to the kitchen.

Turn on a low heat, pour water into the iron pot, put the steamer in and steam it slowly.

He took out two bottles of Russian red wine, opened the sobering bottle, and then went to the side room.

I saw at least fifty or sixty antiques placed on the wooden shelves inside.

Maybe he knew that he had little interest in copper coins and bowls and plates from the late Qing Dynasty, so he didn't bring any of these things this time.

They were all calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, and more than a dozen miscellaneous items such as bronze mirrors, seals, Duan inkstones, and rings placed on a table.

Chu Xiangqian just took a few casual glances and determined that the more than 30 pieces of porcelain were not only from the Qing Dynasty, but most of them were rare treasures.

It seems that Qin Huairu and Lou Xiao'e's identification skills have improved.

However, since they were able to get so many porcelains from the third dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, Chu Xiangqian guessed that the two women must have been connected with some wealthy family in the past who had hidden valuable things at home.

After looking at the porcelain, Chu Xiangqian put them into the Novice Village one by one, and the sound of the gold coupons increasing kept ringing in his mind.

For subsequent calligraphy and paintings, you can only open them first to see what is painted and who painted it.

Sure enough, the more than 20 paintings were all works by famous Qing Dynasty artists.

The prices of antiques have indeed increased a lot in the past two years compared to the three difficult years.

But no matter how much the price increases, a painting or calligraphy by a famous Qing Dynasty artist only costs a few dozen yuan, or at most one or two hundred yuan, at a consignment shop.

But decades later, a painting could cost at least millions.

For some works with large length and mature style, it is normal to have tens of millions.

Although one or two hundred yuan is still valuable in this era, if you really calculate it, it is only half a year's salary for an ordinary worker.

But the millions or tens of millions earned decades later are hundreds or thousands of times higher than the average person's salary.

Considering the salary, the returns from investing in antiques are not small.

As for whether anyone will speculate on antiques and jade in the future, Chu Xiangqian doesn't care.

If you really want to be fussy, the fact that prices can be driven up means there are too many people who get rich overnight.

If it were Chu Xiangqian, he would also make money from these people.

After looking at the calligraphy and paintings, there were still a dozen miscellaneous items. Chu Xiangqian glanced at them casually and found that they were all ordinary people's stuff.

I have no interest in watching more.

He collected them all and laid them in the shade under the eaves.

I took out a book on calligraphy and painting appreciation published in the Republic of China that my master had given me, and read it leisurely.

If he was thirsty, with just a thought, the coconut that he had placed in a wooden box at the foot of the snow-capped mountain north of the Novice Village would appear in his hand.

Take out a hunting knife, cut open the coconut and take a sip. It's so refreshing.

(End of this chapter)