Chapter Eleven: Revenge of Ancient Coins and Plastic Buckets

  Look at this, there's a Song-Yuan Tongbao coin on top. Damn it, how can there be rust? Is it fake money or not? In Wen Fei's impression, copper coins are of course cast in copper. But he found many iron coins with rust, and immediately scolded those counterfeiters and Ge Er Lang's master and apprentice duo. Damn it, using this fake money to cheat people.

  There are also Tai Ping Tong Bao, Chunhua Tongbao, and a bunch of others. Counting them, there are indeed 500 coins, not one less. But inside, there are seven or eight kinds of money.

  It just so happens that I have a friend who is quite knowledgeable about antiques, I'll go ask him.

  Thinking of this, Wen Fei couldn't sit still. He quickly put away the copper coins and was about to go out. Just in time, it was already evening, perfect for going out to scrounge up a meal.

  The city is not big, Wen Fei took the electric tricycle "dang dang" all the way to the destination. As soon as he saw the whole street, the doors were deserted, and the cars and horses were sparse, looking cold and quiet. Small place, there are not many people playing antiques anyway.

  It just so happened that Wen Fei saw a fat man closing the door and suddenly became happy: "Fat man, seeing me coming, you're ready to close up!"

  That fatty saw Wen Fei and shouted: "Taoist, what are you singing today? You even wore a Taoist robe, aren't you really going to become a monk?"

  Wen Fei only then realized his hasty departure, not even changing clothes. He didn't mind, carefreely saying: "Boss is here to take care of business, hurry up and open the door for customers..."

  "Go die, you poor devil can't even find a job, what antique can you afford? Go play on your own." The fat man scolded.

  Wen Fei smiled and said, "You'd better not regret it, I've gone to the countryside to collect some good stuff. Do you want...?" As he spoke, he took out a string of copper coins and shook them.

  Pangzi's eyes lit up instantly, and he reached out to grab it: "Come on, let me see what good stuff is inside?"

  The two of them made a ruckus for a while before reopening the store and carefully examining the copper coins. This fat guy, Zhang Yu, was Wen Fei's childhood friend, from a wealthy family that didn't have to worry about making a living, and he especially loved to play around. Later on, he became obsessed with antiques and opened an antique shop, specializing in selling fake goods as industrial products, doing just enough business to make Wen Fei extremely envious.

  "Damn it, how did I end up with so much worthless iron money?" Zhang Yu cursed loudly.

  "What's wrong? Is it counterfeit money?"

  "It's really genuine, and it's well-preserved. It's just not worth much... Look at this Song-Yuan Tongbao seal script small flat common product, it's only one or two yuan per piece... Oh, this Xianping Yuanbao is still worth over a hundred..."

  Wen Fei looked over with a suspicious gaze: "Fatty, Master Dao is a poor man. If you want to cheat someone, don't cheat me..."

  "Old man, I can find a chick outside for less than this amount of money, is it worth it?"

  Wen Fei smiled and said: "I'm afraid you'll take my money and use it to flirt with girls!"

  Zhang Yu suddenly became annoyed: "I'm going to break off our friendship, cut ties and part ways..."

  "Who the hell is your boyfriends (BL), are you disgusting or what?"

  "Shoo, shoo, you stinky brat! My orientation is perfectly normal, and the chicks I find are one more beautiful than the last. It's you who's always acting suspiciously, maybe you've been practicing some sort of qigong and turned into Dongfang Bubai..."

  The two of them tussled for a while, and then calculated that the total value of these copper coins was around 10,000 to 12,000 taels. Wen Fei suddenly burst out laughing, this business is worth it. A cost of 800, with a profit margin of at least tenfold.

  "I'll give you 9,000, and tonight you're treating me to dinner!" Wen Fei said.

  Zhang Yu snorted with his nose: "I'll give you 10,000, you invite! Otherwise, you'll say I'm taking advantage of you again."

  That's what friends are for, even though they scold and complain all the time. But when it comes to money, they won't be stingy. In this small town, two people can eat out without spending a thousand yuan.

  In the end, it was Wen Fei who treated us. We found a night market and enjoyed beer, stir-fried snails, and barbecue while feeling the cool breeze from the river, which was quite refreshing.

  "Where did you get these copper coins? Are there any more?" Zhang Yu asked, and with a gulp, he downed a large cup of beer.

  Wen Fei didn't have such a capacity for liquor, and after taking a small sip, he said, "There should be more, I'll go take another look in a few days. By the way, do you know about the Song Dynasty? When did Su Dongpo die?"

  "Hey!" Zhang Yu said, "Why are you suddenly concerned about this? Don't go reciting your Tao Te Ching. I don't even know how you managed to get through school, didn't your teachers teach you this in middle school or high school?"

  Wen Fei's old face turned red: "It's been too long, I don't remember." In fact, at that time he had a mind to leave home and go up the mountain to practice Taoism.

  "Haha, Su Dongpo seemed to have died during the Song Huizong era. Right, that's correct. He died during the Song Huizong era, and after his death, his literary collections were all burned or banned."

  Wen Fei let out a sigh of relief, finally knowing what time he had crossed over to. It turned out to be the Northern Song Dynasty during the reign of Emperor Huizong, that flower-loving emperor.

  "What are you thinking about?" Zhang Yu asked, "How did you become interested in this kind of thing."

  "Oh, nothing, just asking." The two of them had their fill of food and drink, and with a slight hint of intoxication, they each returned home.

  Three days passed in the blink of an eye, and when I came to Luoma Ji again, it was early morning. Wen Fei had timed it accurately, crossing over at dusk, and indeed it was morning in this era. It was as if they were on opposite sides of the earth, exactly twelve hours apart.

  At this time, the sky was still early. However, the people of the Great Song Dynasty from all over the countryside had already begun to gather, and Wen Fei brought so many things. Immediately attracted a lot of attention, there were also bold people who asked: "Dao Zhang, what's with these strange-looking pots and pans you're carrying? Are they usable?"

  Wen Fei lined up dozens of plastic buckets and basins in a row, right at the gate of Ge Er Lang's master and apprentice's house. He shouted: "What do you mean by can't use? My stuff is solid! Let me show you..."

  He said, holding up a plastic bucket and slamming it to the ground, with a loud crash, even stepping on it several times. The plastic bucket only had a white mark on it, not broken at all.

  This thing was used a lot when Wen Fei went to school and is very experienced. High-quality strong bucket, even if thrown from the dormitory building, nothing will happen.

  "Oh..." Seeing this scene, many people immediately gathered around. People love to watch excitement, it's human nature. Wen Fei performed like this and was instantly treated as a Western freak show.

  "How about it, explain. Who's going to get some water? See if it leaks?" Then there were people who came to fetch water and found that the bucket was very useful. Not only is it lighter than a wooden bucket, but also very sturdy.