What is Privy Council?
Neither Huang Jiu nor I have heard of it.
Gongshuyue said: "You can think of it as an ancient mobile phone!"
As Gong Shuyue spoke, his slender jade fingers flew around. We didn't even see it clearly, and the box popped open.
Inside, there is a very sophisticated mechanism.
There are some small square cylinders like those used for movable type printing standing on top of the mechanism, with small seal Chinese characters engraved on the top.
Gong Shuyue pointed to the bottom of the column and said: "There is a special metal piece inside. This metal has a very strong sensitivity to a specific sound wave. Depending on the intensity of the sound wave received, the metal strip will vibrate to varying degrees. , to drive the machine expansion and push the corresponding character column upward to achieve the purpose of transmitting information."
"But due to the limitation of receiving distance, after the popularity of mobile phones, Privy Council was eliminated."
I asked: "How far away can it receive sound waves?"
Gongshuyue said: "About five hundred meters."
"This thing should only be made by your family, right?" I wondered if I could find the source.
Gongshuyue shook his head and said: "My second grandfather studied abroad in his early years. Later, when he encountered domestic turmoil, he stayed in Hong Kong to develop. He is also a branch of our Gongshu family. This Privy Council is painted red, it should be Hong Kong. It’s produced over there.”
Hong Kong, Xu Wanrong is from Hong Kong.
I took the box and wasn't going to ask any more questions.
Finally, when he touched the box, the amplifier inside made a clicking sound, and then the word pillar was pushed up.
Gongshu Yueqi asked: "Is there anyone who can convey information to this Privy Council?"
The word column finished beating, and I hurriedly said: "Gong Shuyue, I still have something to do at home, so I won't keep you here."
Gongshuyue didn't talk nonsense, stretched out his hand and said: "Ten thousand yuan."
"Ten thousand? Why don't you go and grab it?" Huang Jiu jumped up and stared at Gong Shuyue with bulging mung bean eyes.
Gong Shuyue said: "I'm not as lucky as you, and I can't even grab it."
I didn't talk nonsense, I went upstairs and took 10,000 yuan from the safe and sent her away.
Everyone left, but Huang Jiu was still cursing and asked me: "What words were displayed on it just now?"
He didn't know many people in Xiaozhuan font, and Huang Jiu was uneducated and incompetent. Zuo Daoran's notebooks were marked with a lot of emoticons for phonetic notation.
I said: "Three days later, at night, the inside and outside should be combined."
Huang Jiu was stunned for a moment, then immediately cursed: "It's a piece of shit inside and outside. I'm going to catch that girl Xu Wanrong right now. She's really a wolf-hearted person. We only took her in because she was pitiful, but we ended up doing this to us."
I said: "It is five hundred meters away. If you are in a good position, you can completely see our yard. Xu Wanrong left, and the other party may have seen it. Now that he is passing on the information, I am afraid it is a scam."
Huang Jiudao: "Whether it's a scam or not, the evidence is conclusive. We'll find out once we arrest the person and ask him."
I grabbed him and said, "If you go out now, if it's a trap, you won't be able to come back even if you want to."
"In the past seven days, we haven't gone out and have had few visitors."
Huang Jiu touched her long chin and said, "That makes sense, then let her live for a few more days?"
"Yes." I handed the box to Huang Jiu and asked him to put it back under Xu Wanrong's bed, not to alert the snake yet.
When I returned to the bedroom, I felt a little uncomfortable thinking about Xu Wanrong.
I can't say that I care deeply about her, but I have always regarded her as a relative.
It turns out that she was not only an undercover agent, but also one of the people who peeked into Grandpa's coffin.
But she also aroused my curiosity about what kind of people they were.
And why do you want to snatch Xiao Cui’s coffin from Grandpa?
The second uncle shouldn't be able to ask this question, so he can only wait for Xiaocui to ask her.
After all, that coffin can also be regarded as her "house".
Looking through the chat history on my phone, I couldn’t wait.
I thought that if she didn't say anything then, I would ask her when she was doing something, because I found that when she was doing something, she would rely on me for everything.
When I think about it this way, I feel much more comfortable.
As for Xu Wanrong, as I said before, an undercover agent who is discovered is better than an undercover agent who is invisible.
Keeping it may not be a bad thing.
At noon, I meditate in bed.
After practicing yin and yang, my meridians seemed to be nourished and became much smoother than before, and the Tao Qi circulated very smoothly.
I wonder if Xiaocui is like this too.
After all, she gets more moisture.
After dinner, taking advantage of the gentle evening breeze, Huang Jiu and I went to the yard to practice martial arts.
Yuan Fei is not here, so I can only capture his young man.
Tingting moved her little chair and sat at the door, eating fruit and applauding.
I didn't know it before, but once I got started, I discovered that Huang Jiu's fighting skills were comparable to Aunt Fan from the village.
Either scratch or scratch.
No wonder he either spits out demonic energy or uses a thirty-meter sword when fighting.
When he encountered an orc in Shennongjia, he just ran away crying for his father and mother.
Tingting giggled as she watched from the side, and said crisply: "Brother Huang Jiu fights just like mother fights father!"
Huang Jiulao's face turned red.
Aunt Su Yimei heard this and hurriedly slipped Tingting back to do her homework.
As soon as Tingting left, Huang Jiu turned into yellow skin and lay on the ground with his belly up and went on strike.
I don't find it interesting to play with him, so I might as well practice by myself.
Seeing that I was ignoring him, Huang Jiu got up out of boredom and started practicing his legs on the side.
He just kicked his legs for a long time.
After I finished playing the moves on the first page, I turned to the next page, and the familiar Amitabha appeared at the door.
Huang Jiu stopped kicking his short legs, rolled up from the ground like a carp, glanced at it and said: "Damn it, the beggar is here again."
I turned around and saw Monk Fa Chuan and Shang Kun standing at the gate, his two bald heads shining brightly in the sunset.
Seeing them standing at the door looking around, I walked over.
When Fachuan saw me, he clasped his hands and said, "Amitabha, Donor Li, we are really destined."
Huang Jiu squatted on my shoulder and said: "You are so shameless, how can you not have fate?"
I was also very annoyed, "Master, Thunder Dragon is indeed my sworn brother. He injured the people in Jinguang Temple. I accept the financial compensation. You can tell me the number. As for how you want to punish him, that is your business." ”
Shang Kun said: "Donor Li, the compensation has been given to Longhu Mountain. We are here this time to talk about the benefactor's relationship with Buddha."
Buddha's fate?
What she said was nice, but she was just thinking about the relics in my body.
I suppressed my temper and said, "If you want to save me, then don't do it. Even if I join a beggar gang, I will never enter a temple."
Fachuan Baoxiang said solemnly: "Donor Li, please open the door. Let's come in and chat slowly."
He is a dead pig who is not afraid of being scalded by boiling water. He is virtuous even if you ridicule him. He is really annoying.
I said: "It's not convenient at home, please come back another day."
Shang Kun took a step forward and said majestically: "Since Donor Li is unwilling to open the door, we have no choice but to come in by ourselves!"
"Huh?" Huang Jiu and I were stunned. Are we trying to rob the relic?
I took two steps back and stopped talking.
