My Weird Life

   Chapter 15 Coarse Porcelain Bowls

   Two days have passed and it's the 13th.

   In the past two days, Su Wu was too busy to touch the ground, and only had time to simulate a few times in the evening.

   He tried to use only the imperial bell to escape from the shadow hunter in the simulated future, and finally succeeded, and mastered this method proficiently.

   Every simulation after that starts from the archive of the small temple to explore.

   But every time he couldn't go far, he would be separated by the red lantern and die.

   In fact, as long as you are within the sphere of influence of the lantern, when the red lantern appears, even if the red light is not illuminated, it is very likely to be killed.

  The owner of the non-staple food shop hides in a dark room, and cannot escape the fate of separation;

  Su Wu hid in a basement for half an hour and could not avoid being killed.

   That's the horror of random killings.

   There is no pattern at all.

   is like rolling dice, people never know what point they will roll next time, life or death?

   If you can't grasp the rules, you can't make effective responses.

   Fortunately, Su Wu can settle down in the small temple.

   He speculated that the main reason for his survival in the temple was the flames burning on the lampstands in the temple.

  The next time I enter the simulation, Su Wu is going to use candles to continue the flames in the temple. Try walking in the sphere of influence of the lantern with candles, can you avoid being killed?

   Before that, he had to prepare as much as possible in reality to deal with the bizarre recovery two days later.

  Su Wu has been busy these two days to deal with future crises.

   Until today, he had no free time, and thought of visiting the most famous antique market in Mingzhou.

   With the talent of possessing blue koi, see if you can find one or two mysterious items.

  Mysterious items do not necessarily have the function of restraining weirdness.

   However, some items themselves belonged to the relics of their original owners. By purchasing such items, Su Wu could just take the opportunity to explore the past life of the original owner.

   He lingered around the stalls.

   Pick up things from the booth from time to time, pick them up and ask what age they are and how much is the price?

   The replies I got either said that things were from the ‘War Han’, or they were from the ‘Han and Tang Dynasties’, which were rarely seen in the Ming and Qing dynasties.

  The price quoted by the stall owners also ranges from 300 to 320,000.

  Wandering around, Su Wu finally squatted in front of a stall.

   There were several poorly made snuff bottles, a row of copper-nickel alloy silver ingots, and two tokens with the words "Jinyiwei" written on them.

  Su Wu first picked up the Jinyiwei token placed next to a thick porcelain bowl and played with it for a while. His hands were stained with rust ash. He rubbed his hands and asked the stall owner, "How much is this token?"

   "Five thousand!" The stall owners here always dare to quote.

   rubbed the token in his hand, and there was more rust ash on his palm.

  Su Wu dropped the token: "This is five thousand?"

   Afterwards, he rummaged through the stall, and after asking the stall owner about the price one by one, he finally picked up the thick porcelain bowl at hand.

  The porcelain bowl is of poor workmanship, and the bowl is painted with a pattern that looks like a fish.

The colors of the    patterns are all smudged, beyond the boundaries of the lines.

  This kind of porcelain bowl is a dog bowl for dogs, and dogs are not necessarily willing to use them.

   "How much is the bowl?" Su Wu asked the stall owner holding the bowl.

  The stall owner was sitting on a horse, glanced at the thick porcelain bowl in Su Wu's hand, and the old **** said, "This is five hundred for you, something from modern times..."

   "It's only five hundred?" Su Wu shook his head, put down the bowl, and got up to leave.

   "Then how much did you say? You have to quote a price, don't you?" The stall owner stopped him and asked.

  Su Wu turned around and extended a hand to him, spreading out his fingers.

   "Fifty? This..." The stall owner's eyes flickered, before he finished speaking.

   Hearing Su Wu interrupted: "Five dollars!"

   "No, no, five dollars is too little to sell."

   "Hey, why don't you add five yuan? Add five yuan and you'll take this bowl with you. It's really an old item!"

   "If I didn't think this bowl was very chic, I wouldn't buy it. It's up to 8 yuan. Can I sell it?"

"Sell!"

   For eight yuan, Su Wu bought a coarse porcelain bowl.

   When he walked past this stall before, he felt that this porcelain bowl was inexplicably attracted to him, but he resisted the urge to buy it on the spot.

  Even if I go back to this stall later, I still find a few things to ask for the price, and cover up my true intentions.

   If you come up and pick up the bowl and say you want to buy this, then the bowl in the mouth of the stall owner may not be just a modern object.

   If it weren't for the fact that Xia, Shang and Zhou porcelains were rarely very primitive, the other party might be able to say that this bowl was something from that time!

   After installing the porcelain bowl, Su Wu left the antique market.

   He took a taxi to the street in front of Ping'an Garden, got off, and walked along the street. He had already memorized the locations of most supermarkets and food stores on both sides of the street.

  The bakery called 'Palace Pastry' is closed today.

  Beside this cake shop, there is no shadow of a small temple.

   But in the future, there will indeed be a temple next to the cake shop.

  Su Wu had rented a small utility room behind the cake shop in advance, and put a batch of compressed biscuits, instant noodles, ham sausage, drinking water and other supplies in it.

   At that time, he can quickly transfer the supplies from the utility room to the small temple, reducing the risk of being killed by the lantern when exposed.

  Su Wu walked around the corner of the street and walked along the fork to Ping An Garden.

   At this moment, the phone in his trouser pocket vibrated a few times.

   took out the mobile phone, and there was an incoming message on it: your account ending in 6239 completed the transfer transaction of 1643072.56 at 9:43 on April 13, and the balance was 1649321.86.

   When his parents passed away, he left two suites for Su Wu.

   A house in the capital of his hometown, Pingyuan County, was prepared for his future development in the capital. Su Wu’s family seldom lived there.

   Immediately, the strangeness is about to recover. After Su Wu prepares to escape from Mingzhou City, he will return to his hometown and live in his hometown. It is impossible to run between the capital and his hometown.

  The real estate market will not know what the market will be at that time. If a strange incident occurs, it is inevitable that it will plummet.

   So Su Wu chose to sell the house in the provincial capital ahead of schedule.

   Now the real estate is not easy to sell. He sold it after the price was suppressed.

When the money finally arrived, Su Wu breathed a sigh of relief.

   He has spent all his savings in the past few days, most of which is used to buy gold, and a small part to buy food. Please, the farmer in his hometown keeps the food at home and the gold in the rented house.

   After all, tens of thousands of dollars can’t buy much gold.

  These golds may be hard currency in the future.

   Now that the money has arrived, Su Wu will continue to buy a batch of physical gold and store it. In the foreseeable future, with the strange recovery, all kinds of antique cultural relics may also be accompanied by strangeness.

   Collectors may be racing to sell.

   At that time, even if the currency depreciated, gold should still be strong.

   He can use this batch of gold to buy antiquities that he could never buy before!

  Gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times!

   (end of this chapter)