That's right, I said that sentence. My surname is Tie, and my ancestors should be Semu people.In my generation, there is no genealogy to check.It is said that my family used to be a well-to-do family. From my grandfather up, they were all rich and wealthy. It was not until the war started that the family began to decline.Fighting against local tyrants and landlords after liberation has been reduced to abject poverty since my grandfather's generation. After I was born, just in time for the disbandment of the Socialist Canteen, I thrived under the new policy. Although my family was poor, I was able to eat very well, and I was also stronger than my peers.Until later, I ate so that my parents frowned, "Half a child eats me to death".My father was not very good at making money back then. Although he did some business, he could pay for what he did. Seeing that I was about to go to the Yuhong class, the tuition fees had not yet been paid.At this time, a person who beat the snare drum and collected second-hand goods happened to pass by our house. He took a fancy to several bottles and jars in the house and said he wanted to buy them with money.To my father, this was like sudden rain, so he exchanged those bottles and jars for more than a dozen yuan, and then he paid the fee for me.

When I grew up a bit, I realized that the things that were exchanged for tuition fees back then were all real treasures. Later, I told my father that I shouldn't have sold those things for more than ten yuan.He was calm: "If you didn't sell it at the time, you wouldn't be able to go to school." Then he waved his hand and refused to mention it.I'm afraid he also regrets it in his heart. The house my family has always lived in is ancestral property, I don't know how long it is.Judging from the eaves carved with birds and animals, it can also be seen that it had a vague glory.There is also an old iron gun in the old house. According to my father, it was left by a general in my ancestors, and it has been passed down to my generation for an unknown period of time.Back then, my father did not sell the bongo drum master.When I was young, I often lay under the eaves of the porch and watched it fascinated, imagining the story of this old house and all the old things in this old house.I think this is also the reason why I later played the snare drum with the National People's Congress.

I spent my whole childhood studying that old house and big guns, so that my studies were delayed, I was not admitted to a good school, and I couldn’t find a job after graduation, so I simply went to the sea to play the snare drum. Playing small drums is a hawker who collects antiques among the people, an industry that has been passed down from generation to generation.During the reign of Emperor Kangxi, Chaisang wrote a book "Yanjing Miscellaneous Notes", which records the beating of small drums, which means walking around the streets to collect second-hand goods while beating the small drums.Those servants of rich and noble families would steal their master's things and sell them when they heard the sound of the drum, and those who knew the goods could buy calligraphy and paintings of the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and utensils of the Qin and Han Dynasties at a very low price... Beating the small drum is equivalent to running around the streets Alley Antique Dealers.

Later, I felt that the folks really had nothing to miss, and I was tired from running, so I opened a business in the cultural market in a small town in my hometown, called Bocai Yaji, and muddled along. I sometimes feel that I am not in this business to make money, but to find the stories behind those ancient objects.Those stories fascinate me, everything has its place in history.Their marks will never be erased. There is a hidden world behind every antique. "The world is big, and we know very little." I asked Bear. "Isn't it, Bear." "￥...%fetgry~~~~"

The line above was made by Cubs.