I looked calm and cheered softly: "Then, masters, please take a look at this dish first. Is it to your liking?"
A ball of golden light burst out.
The old men who were close to him hurriedly turned their heads away and covered their eyes.
Tao Bozhen, who was standing on the outside and was being scolded to death, let out a sigh, slowly moved closer and muttered to himself: "Is this... a golden coffin?"
Um?
Huh?
Shocked sounds were heard one after another, and the old men who were laughing wildly just now gathered around him despite the glare of the golden light.
When they saw the object in my hand clearly, the smiles of the old men suddenly froze.
I held the golden coffin spread out in the palm of my hand and said with a cold expression, "Which master will take action first?"
The old man in Tang suit grabbed the golden coffin without hesitation and looked at it several times. His face turned from the excited red just now to the solemn livid color, and within a few seconds it turned into the pale color of failure.
"Cricket coffin?"
"Cricket Golden Coffin?"
"Who has the financial resources to make a golden coffin for Cricket?"
"I've never heard of it before. Teacher is a great cricket player..."
Upon seeing this, several other old men came forward quickly. Several bald wig heads gathered in a circle and stared at the golden coffin with round eyes.
After gathering the knowledge and experience of a group of old men, they quickly pulled out the cricket golden coffin.
"This is a big black head, this is a tiger-headed pink head. Absolutely right."
"This is the Five Blessings Holding Lotus Flowers on the Bottom. It is the correct shape of the coffin from the old Yan capital city. The Republic of China, the Republic of China. The period of the Republic of China."
"In the Republic of China, there were only a few people who loved crickets as much as their lives, and were willing to make golden coffins for them."
"Golden Needle Li? Mei Jiubao? Meng Guanglu? Yu Shuyan? Tan He'an? Chen on all sides?"
The old men shouted louder and louder, their faces became red and their necks became thick, and arguments and quarrels broke out.
"Do you understand Cricket? Tan He'an is from Shanghai. Si Mianchen died in the 18th year of Guangxu's reign."
"I look like the old man from Jin Province who challenged Yandu Jinwei that year. Their family is a billing company."
"Shit! I think it must be Zhang Xun's. Or is it Yuan Kewen's?"
"Yuan Kewen likes to listen to operas, but doesn't like crickets.***."
Gradually, the old men all became fascinated, and the noise became more and more fierce, and a fight was about to begin.
"If you just look at him, it's over."
"Yes, yes, there must be a mark left by Master Cricket inside."
"open!"
Several masters started to do it as soon as they were told, and they started immediately.
But after opening the golden coffin, it was empty inside, not even a cricket hair could be seen.
"Master Tong. Did you take the things inside?"
I responded unceremoniously: "Take it."
"Take it out quickly."
I said coldly: "Didn't the masters just say that they couldn't pass your exam?"
"You will admit defeat after taking it out?"
Immediately, the old man in Tang suit froze in place, his face flushed with blood from eating three kilograms of Chaotian pepper!
"You brat. I'll be cruel to you."
The old man in Tang suit was so angry that his teeth chattered: "I don't believe I can't find him today."
"Lao Qi. Lao Qi. Come here. Come and see."
At my feet, the old man named Lao Qi slowly raised his head, his face was dull and trembling, and he shouted: "Boss, I can't get through."
The old man in Tang suit rushed over quickly: "What the hell happened again?"
Lao Qi, with a mournful face, slowly raised a cricket jar in his hand and wailed: "Boss, Quan Fu Yongsheng, do you still remember whose title it is?"
"What is the blessing of eternal victory?"
The old man in Tang suit rushed to Lao Qi, unceremoniously picked up the cricket jar and turned his wrist to look at it, he felt as if he was being struck by lightning.
"A mud jar?"
"Quanfu Yongsheng?"
"Who the hell made this cricket jar? How can it have such a brand name?"
With a straight face, I retorted unceremoniously: "Who
I have to ask you about the cricket jar I made. "
The old man in Tang suit suddenly trembled and looked at me in surprise: "Is this the second one?"
I lowered my eyelids and said coldly, "That's right. Let me give you a hint. The golden coffin came out of this cricket jar."
All of a sudden, the old man in Tang suit stood there and turned into a wooden man with gaping teeth.
It's just that his eyes are still rolling, but he doesn't know what he is thinking?
The old man who was studying the cricket coffin over there also noticed the movement here and ran over to join forces. As a result, the next second, all the seven old men who joined forces in Shengli went crazy.
A cricket golden coffin brought down all the old men.
A cricket jar full of blessings and Yongsheng trapped all the old men in place again.
I didn't say anything and closed the cricket lid.
Then he pulled off a hair of the old man in Tang suit and inserted it into the gap in the lid of the cricket jar.
The hair was just hanging out of the gap in the cover, but it couldn't be inserted into the gap!
When this scene came out, the old men opened their eyes and mouths wide, and gasped.
"Nothing will hurt the beard."
"This, this, can't be Wan Li Zhang's idea."
I ignored the breathless old men at all, grabbed Tao Bozhen's tea cup, filled Quan Fu Yongsheng's cricket jar with water, pressed the lid of the cricket jar with my flat hand, and gently turned my wrist to stand the cricket jar upside down on the ground.
A magical scene appears.
Not even a drop of water seeped out of the upside-down cricket jar.
Everyone was dumbfounded at the moment.
"It's tight and watertight."
"Who the hell made this cricket jar?"
"Zhao Ziyu is not that good at what he does."
Wanli Zhang and Zhao Ziyu are both the most famous cricket pot makers in Yandu City!
Wanli Zhang in the late Ming Dynasty and early Qing Dynasty made cricket jars that could be used as refrigerators.
Put the fresh meat into thousands of thousands of thousands of cricket jars and bury it in the ground. It will not deteriorate after being taken out for several months.
Zhao Ziyu was the king of cricket jar making who was deified during the Kangxi period.
The cricket jars he made are unparalleled and are as warm and moist as jade.
During the Republic of China, he made parrots that pulled crickets out of cages and sold for up to two hundred yuan.
This figure is equivalent to more than half of Mr. Lu Xun's monthly salary.
A cricket jar of this level must have been made by Wan Li Zhang and Zhao Ziyu.
Both Wan Li Zhang and Zhao Ziyu have their own hall names, that is, signatures.
However, among the seven old men in front of them, no one dared to confirm whether this cricket jar was the work of Wan Li Zhang or Zhao Ziyu.
Even if they guess right, I still have the cricket golden coffin waiting for them.
There was endless noise at the scene, attracting countless tourists below the ancient street to look up!
A group of masters who claimed to have played all over the world and had seen all over the past and present just looked at each other with confusion on their faces and vicissitudes of life in their eyes.
When it was five minutes, I said something: "It's been five minutes. Dear masters, can I kneel down and look at Hu Xueyan's golden plan?"
Several old men looked at me sideways, with blue and white faces on their faces, and shouted, shut up, stop dreaming, you are not qualified.
Ten minutes later, I said again: "It's ten minutes. Which master just wanted to send me to the West?"
An old man grabbed his chest and screamed, "Stop being such a stinky boy."
Next, a group of old men made a louder noise.
I said indifferently: "Masters, please lower your voice."
The old man in Tang suit pointed angrily and shouted: "It doesn't matter to you that we speak loudly and quietly?"
I closed my eyes and said coldly: "The enthusiastic people below suspect that you are being domestically abused by Aniya Emoge Eji and want to jump off the building together. Dozens of people have been called 110."
Immediately, the old man in Tang suit went crazy!
