C452 Tibetan Not Rich
C452 Tibetan Not Rich
Looking over, Yang Bo was shocked, was this his home? Is this a place to stay?
It was simply a small museum!
Yang Bo looked up and saw that they were all bookshelves, and in the square of the bookshelves, there were different colored terracotta soldiers of the Tang San Cai!
When Yang Bo counted, the number of bookshelves in the living room was no less than five! According to the bookshelves that could hold 30 pieces of Tang and San Cai, this was more than 150 pieces!
"There are five in the living room, two bookshelves in the master bedroom and three bookshelves in the attic. There are more than four hundred of them in total, and these are my father's life's work!" Mr. An said.
Fat Liu took two steps into the living room and had no choice but to be cautious, because the living room was only a dozen square meters. Other than the five bookshelves, there was also a small square table in the middle with four to five small stools.
"An Yang, who's here?"
An old voice came from inside the house!
Anyang replied, "Dad, yesterday I met two friends who understood the three colors of Tang and invited them to be our guests!"
"Stinking brat, you want to sell my treasure again?"
With a shout, Yang Bo saw an old man rush out from the house!
Old mister An's hair was a mass of white. He was almost eighty years old, and his gait was a little unsteady. When he rushed out, his son hurriedly ran over to support him!
Yang Bo and Fat Liu looked at each other, both of them feeling helpless.
"Dad, no one is selling your baby, they really came to visit." An Yang said.
"Bullsh * t! Yesterday, I lost a three-colored terracotta soldier. Tell me, did you steal it and sell it?" Old mister An reprimanded.
An Yang was somewhat helpless as he continued to quibble. "Dad, it really wasn't me!"
"Could it be that it can grow wings and fly by itself?" The old tutor shouted.
An Yang fell silent.
Old Man An snorted coldly and turned to look at Yang Bo and Yang Bo. He slightly frowned, "If you want to buy Tang San Cai, then leave. Ancient merchant are not welcome here!"
Yang Bo laughed, "It's not that we want to buy Tang San Cai, it's just that Master An Yang mentioned that you had a lot of Tang San Cai terracotta soldiers, and we specially came here to take a look!"
Old Master An looked at the two of them suspiciously, "Young people usually tell lies!"
Yang Bo laughed, and did not say much.
Before he left, he still didn't forget to turn around. He glared fiercely at An Yang, "Sell another one for me and I'll tell you to scram!"
An Yang hurriedly nodded. "I won't sell it!"
When Elder An entered the house, Yang Bo asked curiously: "How big is your house?"
"It's only about 60 square meters. The attic upstairs is filled with bookshelves. Basically, you can only turn around!" An Yang said.
Yang Bo was very surprised, he shook his head and did not say much. It was clear that he had no other ways to deal with a stubborn old man like Old Master An!
Fat Liu looked at Yang Bo, "Shall we go now?"
"Let's take a look first." Yang Bo said.
Yang Bo stood in front of the bookshelves and began to carefully observe them. There were a large number of Tang San Cai terracotta soldiers here, and every one of them was genuine!
However, from Yang Bo's perspective, these Tang Three Colors were of uneven quality. Some of them were even more damaged, and some of them were even of high quality.
Yang Bo pointed, "This way?"
"This is my father's bedroom!" An Yang said.
While speaking, An Yang opened the bedroom door of his own accord. "You can come in and take a look."
Yang Bo looked inside the room and saw Old Man An sitting at the edge of the bed. In front of him was a desk with a piece of Tang San Cai on it.
Seeing Yang Bo coming in, the old man lifted his head to take a look, then lowered his head to work again.
The moment Yang Bo entered the room, he immediately felt a chill. The room was slightly cold!
It was already in June, and there was no air conditioning in the room. Yang Bo looked inside the room and saw that it was completely filled with Tang San Cai's light colors, and there were even some on the floor.
Clothes were piled on the bed, and under the bed were only two pairs of shoes, a pair of broken sandals, and a pair of cloth shoes!
When Fat Liu walked in, he was stunned as well. This kind of situation had obviously exceeded his expectations!
Yang Bo glanced at Old Man An, "This place is too cold, staying here for a long time might not be a good idea!"
An Yang nodded and didn't say anything else.
Old Man An stood up instead. "You guys go out. We don't welcome you here!"
Without waiting for Yang Bo to react, the old man fell onto the bed, his entire body twitching!
Yang Bo and Fat Liu looked at each other, they did not know what to do. An Yang had already rushed over to help the old man, and took out a few pills to help the old man consume them!
A long while later, old man An finally woke up.
Yang Bo, however, did not dare to speak anymore.
Anyang said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but my dad has intermittent epilepsy and it has frightened you!"
Yang Bo wanted to say something, he was truly shocked, but he only laughed.
Fat Liu hurriedly said, "Looks like it's not very convenient for the old man today. Then let's do it today, let's make an appointment next time!"
Yang Bo also nodded, he was not willing to stay here.
An Yang smiled. "Then I'll send you off."
"No need, no need, just take care of the old man."
The two of them hurriedly left the room and went out of the building. Only then did they heave a sigh of relief.
"He's simply a madman!" Fat Liu said.
Yang Bo agreed, "She's really crazy, collecting so many Tang San Cai, making her not home, but a crazy person!"
After hesitating for a bit, Yang Bo opened his mouth and said: "I feel like he was probably affected by Tang San Cai's influence!"
"What do you mean?" The Fat Liu asked curiously.
"Tang San Cai is a funeral companion. After so many years, who knows how many germs virus had infected her body, or even some yin aura? That bedroom is so cold, living in that place for so long, even if she's not sick, she'll get sick!" Yang Bo said.
The Fat Liu nodded, "I also have the same feeling, it's too chilly inside!"
He did not manage to achieve his goal, but seeing this situation, Yang Bo became alert.
He was not rich in ancient times! He was speaking of Old Master An's mentality. He only knew how to collect good antiques, but did not play the role that antiques should have. In that case, he was not a truly wealthy person.
In fact, this was the truth. If Old Master An could take out a portion of his collection and use it to exchange and communicate, he could change the living conditions. He could even have several colors of Tang, and without circulation, he wouldn't be able to have them!
— — The content is from [Mick Read]