"Hello, Mr. Jiang." Lin Muyu greeted Jiang Yuan, but the man was leaning towards Tang Feng. She came to Tang Feng and gently held his hand, shook it left and right, and said coquettishly: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

Ah, this is what she calls Tang Feng bringing her when she was shopping for antiques? Is this how people in the city play? Although Tang Feng always shows off to other friends when he was in Tangjia Village, saying that he has such rich experience. As long as he soaks carefully, there will be no village girl who can't be soaked, but those are bragging. At most, he is a groundhog. He dares to take a few glances while others are not paying attention, and occasionally he will do such despicable behavior as voyeurism. But he is very shy at heart. At this moment, he was flattered and said shyly: "Oh, nothing."

"Hey, I'll tell you." Lin Muyu said as she attached her little mouth to Tang Feng's ear and said in a very light voice: "This Jiang Yuan hates it very much, please help me."

It turned out that this was the case. Tang Feng looked up at the eyes of the three of them here, feeling that he was a shield. The side facing Lin Muyu was intact, but the other side was full of holes.

Jiang Yuan politely said to Lin Muyu: "Miss Lin is also looking for material for the script today?"

"No." Lin Muyu held Tang Feng's arm and said, "I'm going to accompany my boyfriend."

Alas, the three of them felt very sorry as they saw a flower inserted on cow dung.

But Brother Glasses seemed to have figured out the truth, and he said, "The important thing is, let's go."

Brother Glasses Chen Yan was very familiar with the residents near their homes. The group walked towards the east end of the village. Chen Yan introduced as he walked: "We are not as good as the Ming and Qing dynasties in Mentougou. We have never had any wealthy families when we walked to eight generations or above. But because we are all poor and lower-middle peasants, the ingredients are good, and we didn't make much trouble during the * period, several groups of cultural relics dealers could get something to go. Whether it can be done today depends on your vision and luck."

When he arrived at a family at the east end of the village, Chen Yan shouted, "Uncle Feng? Are you at home?" Chen Yan mentioned this Uncle Feng just now. His wife went there first. His children were all in other places, and he was the only one watching the old house. There were cultural relics dealers who had visited their house before and had also seen things, but the old man refused to sell it. Over time, no one came to ask again. A few days ago, I heard from the neighbors that the old man now had the intention to take action, so Chen Yan brought people here today.

"Who?" Uncle Feng was an honest and thin old man. When he saw that he must be seventy years old, he even looked at Lin Muyu with kindness. The old man was dressed in a worn-out clothes and staggered. His eyes swept over everyone and stopped on Chen Yan.

"Oh, it's the second boy of the Chen family, what's the matter?" Mr. Feng spoke a little vaguely, and the few teeth left in his mouth couldn't hold the wind.

Chen Yan smiled and said, "Hey, these people are from museums. I want to see you at home and see if there is anything worth collecting in the country." No one of the people in Beijing cannot fool them.

"Don't let me go, boy." Uncle Feng smiled on his wrinkled face. He said, "This is not the first time I have come here. All the guests are here. Please come in and have a look."

Mr. Feng’s courtyard is much smaller than Chen Yan’s family. It is probably because of the lack of popularity for a long time. The courtyard is a bit gloomy and no one dares to come in at night. Moreover, the courtyard has been disrepair for many years and looks extremely dilapidated and decadent. No wonder there are not even people who rent a house.

Such a depressing atmosphere made everyone feel a little bit leaky, and no one spoke. The sound of Lin Muyu stepping on the stone floor in the whole yard was echoing. The old houses that were separated from the times, the mysterious old man living alone, the intrusion of several outsiders, and the scene of a living horror film.

Lin Muyu asked Tang Feng softly: "What can be found here?"

Tang Feng looked around and said, "This is an old house from the Ming Dynasty. If the furniture used at that time could be preserved until now, it would still have certain value."

When I arrived at the main hall, Mr. Feng pointed to the Eight Immortals table and a few chairs in the middle of the main hall and said, "Since you are all here, I won't go around the circle. There are some things that are born in the family here. Some people have visited them in the early years and have paid more or less. But at that time, I always thought of keeping them for my children and insisted on not selling them. Now, I can't take care of them when I get old, and my children will definitely not be able to use these. If you can like them, just give some money to take them away." There are such benefits to collecting antiques in the countryside. Most of the owners of these things are not good at it, and some things are sold as disposal products. Of course, nowadays, there are more and more people running this path, and the market has also risen. Unlike in the early years, the price of collecting scraps was completely the same.

Jiang Yuan politely took out a soft China and handed it to Mr. Feng. Chen Yan here was angry quickly. Mr. Feng was not polite and lit a cigarette and took a sip. Seeing that the old man was easy to talk to, Zhao Yongshi took the opportunity to ask: "When did your ancestors move to Tongzhou?"

Mr. Feng thought for a while and said, "We have a family tree, it seems to be something like Yonglenian."

Yongle year was the reign of Zhu Di, the Emperor Chengzu of Ming Dynasty. It was him who moved the capital of the Ming Dynasty from Nanjing to Beijing. Tang Feng asked with interest: "Master, can you take your family tree and take a look?"

Uncle Feng nodded and said, "Finish, you can wait first."

As soon as Mr. Feng left, Zhao Yongshi couldn't wait to check the Eight Immortals table. Tang Feng and Jiang Yuan also came over. The table was brown, had no paint, and the wood grain was clear. The whole table did not have complex patterns such as carved flowers, and there were only some common simple paper patterns on the edge of the table.

Tang Feng looked at the structure again, with the obvious mortise and tenon structure, and the entire table did not have any metal material to connect. The shape is simple and simple, the structure is firm, and it pays attention to functionality and practicality, which is indeed in line with the characteristics of folk furniture in the Ming Dynasty. Tang Feng looked at the chairs again and finally concluded that this was by no means a modern imitation, and it must be a product before the Republic of China.

Furniture is different from other antiques. The age is only a secondary factor that determines value. The key factor lies in the material. The Ming Dynasty was the golden period of the development of Chinese classical furniture. Furniture materials mostly use hardwoods such as huanghuali and red sandalwood, and rarely use other materials. Although the current huanghuali and red sandalwood are of very high value, they may not be very expensive when they were put in the Ming Dynasty. If this set is really huanghuali or red sandalwood, the value would be millions.
Chapter completed!