Reborn lady my biggest

Chapter 171 The "Fake Empress" on the Dragon Throne

Just like the old man, a very old cushion was so gray that even the sanitation workers and the trash pickers didn't notice it.

Su Zizeng didn't intend to pick it up, maybe it was because it was too old that the old man didn't take it away.

The fireworks behind him bloomed under the night again, and Su Zi hastily told Pero to turn around and watch.Perot didn't turn his head away immediately, he squatted down and picked up the cushion.

The bottom of the cushion was sewn several layers with black thread, and when touched by hand, the inside was not ordinary cotton wool, and the outer skin lost its original appearance due to years of friction and sitting.Ordinary people can't tell, but Perot can tell by the feel that the cushion is made of bear skin.

The snow bear skin in the Northeast, to be precise, is not the snow bear skin from country Z. After decades, there is still no worn bear skin. It can only be a snow bear from Siberia, a veteran who has been to the former Soviet Union?Perot shook off the dew on the cushions, thinking about it.

Under the New Year's fireworks, Su Zi once raised his face, under the fireworks, it was exceptionally beautiful.

"Did you pick it up?" Su Zi once caught a glimpse of the cushion in Perot's hand.

Pero handed the cushion to Su Zizeng. It seemed that the snow had started to melt, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. When Su Zizeng came out, he was wearing little clothes, so he couldn't help shrinking his hands, his nose was red from the cold, The cushion temporarily acted as a pillow, warming hands unexpectedly, "I can't see, this thing is very useful."

After touching the cushion, Su Zizeng immediately realized the unusualness of the cushion. It was thick and simple in workmanship. The patches on the back were stitched very well. It could be seen that the owner of the cushion cherished the cushion very much.It appears that Perot was right to pick it up.

"In the teahouse where we drank tea before, what did those people say about the old man's last name?" At the exit of Jiefang Square, people came and went, bumping into the two of them constantly. Pero protected Su Zizeng and led her to go out. go.

"Old Deng," Su Zi once recalled, the tea doctor here seemed to be from the Northwest, and her thick accent made her hear it in a fog, and Pero, who had learned the authentic Z Mandarin, couldn't understand it even more.

"Lamp?" Perot thought about it, "Is there a way to contact me?" People who have been to the Soviet Union, veterans before liberation, and used good cushions, all the information gathered together, probably can find out coming in one direction.

"Meet by accident, I didn't leave any information," Su Zi felt a little regretful when he thought about it. Although he only met the old man, the two had a very good relationship, and he didn't know if there would be a chance to meet again in the future.

"Then put away this cushion, maybe it will be used someday," Pero said after pulling her out of the crowd, without letting go, and walked out.

For the remaining few days in Bianjing City, the two of them mainly spent eating, drinking and having fun, but they failed to get things done.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Perot said that he was visiting a local friend, and the two separated.Su Zi tried to go to Jiefang Square, but she didn't meet "Old Deng" again, but she saw some good things. Some shops on the street opened one after another. She tried her luck and found "Old Deng". Deng Lao” recommended the street.

The "Lvliwa" in the old city is a street. According to Deng Lao, this street is the only street that has not been cleared after liberation.The road in the alley is difficult to walk, and the street is narrow. When the Japanese army entered the city, they did not search this area, and the later Cultural Revolution raids did not affect this area.

Perhaps because it is hidden too deep, this street with a woman-like name maintains the architectural style of the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. There is not even a single building, all are bungalows with mixed courtyards.

The road can only accommodate two or three people walking, so the taxi had to stop when it reached the alley.

The purpose of Su Zi's trip was not the courtyard house under the white snow, nor the various buildings that retained the style of the Republic of China, but a house at the entrance of the alley with the "National Key Folklore Research Institute" hanging on it.

The name is very famous, but Su Zi once understood that most of the units hidden in the alleys are mostly peddlers, and this unit is also open during such statutory holidays. The gate, where several porters freely entered and exited.

"Be careful, this is Yuan Shikai's used pear flower wooden chair," a middle-aged man in his fifties shouted with a drawn out voice.

"I said, be careful where you step, that's the chamber pot used by Empress Catherine," said the man, who was not young, but his legs and feet were still agile, jumping up and down, like a frizzy monkey.

"Where am I going to move it?" The porters who were sent here and there were already sweating profusely, "You have something wrong with you, and you will have to change everything in the house in the first lunar month. One position, like this every year, isn’t it tiring.”

It turned out that the middle-aged man in charge was the director of the research institute.He has worked in this anonymous research institute for 30 years. His father had run the research institute, and it was still the same research institute in his hands.

The changes and reforms of the government have not affected this research institute nestled in the "hedge tile".In previous years, the state would allocate some funds. Later, the research institute did not produce any research results, so gradually, the funds decreased. In the end, even the basic daily expenses had to be paid by the man named Director Luo. The middle-aged man tightened his belt and squeezed out.

"Old Luo," someone among the porters who was acquainted with Director Luo murmured, "I think it's better to sell this research institute. Your wife and daughter are both abroad, and you are alone for so much money. How many years have I been unable to eat or swallow or die."

While speaking, the so-called huanghuali that Yuan Shikai sat on knocked against the corner of the wall, and Director Luo immediately wailed, "Be gentle, be gentle."

He wiped his face, wiped off what he didn't know was sweat or tears, and said in a mournful voice, "What do you know, I'm full of treasures here, how can I let those vampires outside take advantage of it."

The vampires he was talking about were those old-fashioned antique sellers in Liuli Street that Su Zi had visited a few days ago.Director Luo's ancestors were well-known big landlords in the border capital. When liberation was approaching, he entrusted an acquaintance with the name of such a research institute to preserve a room full of antiques.

Later, because of that acquaintance, I escaped the "tide of cultural relics recycling" during the Cultural Revolution, and I have survived until today. The family is weak, the person is old, and the heart of sticking to antiques has faded.It's just that when Director Luo thinks that he will sell no less than a hundred pieces of antiques in the house at a low price, and then put them in the houses of some ignorant people, he feels uncomfortable.

The old house is low-lying, and the shady side is prone to water and moisture in winter, especially after heavy snowfall, once the snow melts, water is more likely to enter.Director Luo would ask someone to move all the things in the house to the sunny side, and when the sun was high in spring, he would ask someone to move the things back to the shady side.Going back and forth like this is indeed a waste of time and money.

"You sold it cheap, and then took the money to reunite with your wife and daughter. I heard that your daughter is pregnant, and she may be five months old." The acquaintance among the porters still persuaded with.

"It's seven months, and it's about to give birth. I'm just a useless grandfather," Director Luo yelled again, and the rough-handed porter knocked off the side of a late Qing imperial cabinet. horn.

"Is anyone there?" The more Su Zizeng listened, the more joyful she became. When she had almost heard the news, she walked into the crowd in a grandiose manner.

Seeing a big girl who couldn't lift her hands or shoulders suddenly appeared, all the men in the room were stunned.

"Uncle," Su Zi once looked at the man called Director Luo. Looking at the age, he should be about the same as Su Qingchang, but compared with Su Qingchang.Director Luo looked more polite and kind. At this moment, he was looking Su Zizeng up and down. Director Luo, who had lived in "Lvliwa" all his life, didn't know this woman who came to the door rashly.

"I'm here to buy things," Su Zizeng said with a smile, looking at the inner hall from the corner of her eyes, the furniture and vases inside made her eyes shine brightly.

"Turn left when you go out and cross another road, and you will find the busiest shopping area in Bianjing, little girl, you have gone to the wrong place." Director Luo saw that Su Zizeng was young and well-dressed. The alley and the house are incompatible.

"That's right, it's here. I'm here to buy antiques," Su Zizeng pointed to the piece of huanghuali wood that had touched a corner and those spotless antiques.

Director Luo and the porters looked at each other a few times, then Director Luo commanded again, "Stay away from the window, raise it higher, and be careful of the threshold." It's only the fifth day of the first lunar month, and the year is not over yet, and everyone expects to go back earlier.

"Hey, you should listen to me," Su Zi once clearly felt that he was ignored. In fact, it was not because Director Luo and the others were blind.After all, those who play antiques in the industry now are either rich or experienced veterans. There has never been anyone like Su Zizeng, a yellow-haired girl in her early twenties who has not shed her lanugo hair yet.How can you make people believe her words.

"Go, go, go," Director Luo saw that Su Zizeng was still unwilling to leave, so he simply rushed up. A buyer from Liuli Street came the day before yesterday, but he drove him away. This guy doesn't even know what an antique is. The little girl also came to participate blindly.

Seeing that he was about to be pushed out of the door, Su Zi shook his arm and rushed to the grand teacher's chair that "Emperor Yuan" had sat on with a shake of his arm. I want all these things." If the nouveau riche doesn't show off his power, you can't treat me as a "turtle".

(End of this chapter)