forty nine
Market town.
Jiang Jizu wandered in the antique market. Suddenly, an elderly beggar begged him for money. Jiang Jizu looked down and saw that he was unkempt, ragged, lean, and carrying a dirty cloth bag. Jiang Jizu was originally a compassionate old man, so he took out some broken silver from his robe pocket and gave it to the beggar. The beggar took the silver, and bowed with gratitude. I saw a flower porcelain cup slipping out of the beggar's handbag. Jiang Jizu is a person who loves antiques like his life, and he is very happy to see him. He picked it up with a bow and carefully appreciated it, and saw that the cup was like jade and green, and he knew that it was a mandarin duck cup unearthed from the Hongzhou kiln. He lifted the beggar up and asked in amazement: "Where did you get this cup?"
"I found it in an ancient tomb that was stolen and dug a few days ago." The beggar replied, and then said: "Sir, you good person, you like to just take it."
"How do you do that?" Jiang Jizu said, "This is called a mandarin duck cup. This is a female. If you look for it, there must be a male."
"Okay. I'll look for it again." said the beggar.
"Can this work?" Jiang Jizu asked the beggar for advice: "I bought this one, and I will give you ten silver dollars; if you can find the male mandarin duck cup, I will give you another twenty yuan."
"How can I ask you so much money!" said the beggar gratefully.
"It should be." Jiang Jizu picked up the robe, removed the purse from the waistband, and gave ten silver dollars to the beggar.
"Thank you, master, thank you, master. I will definitely find the male mandarin duck cup for you." As he said that he was about to kneel down, Jiang Jizu immediately held the beggar's body and said: "This is a deal, it's not worth it."