Jiang Qi covered his wrist and followed the old man into the garden of Ming Xiaoling Mausoleum.
"Housheng, what's wrong with your wrist?"
The old man glanced at Jiang Qi, his eyes lingering on the string of eighteen pieces without any trace.
Jiang Qi didn't notice the old man's eyes and said with a smile: "It's nothing. I have been practicing calligraphy recently and my wrist hurts a little."
"Practice calligraphy well. If you are a scholar, you will be looked down upon if you don't have good calligraphy."
The old man nodded and said, "Speaking of which, I still don't know your name?"
"My surname is Jiang, my name is Jiang Qi, Qi from Wuzhi Qi."
Jiang Qi answered, and then asked: "Where are you, old man?"
"I?"
The old man smacked his lips and said, "Call me Zhu Jiu. My parents gave it to me. I've had this name since I was a child. It's very tacky, right?"
"There is no distinction between high and low names."
Jiang Qi shook his head. At the old man's age, in his time, it was normal to have such a name.
And coincidentally, this old man and the one under Ming Xiaoling are from the same family.
"Old man, you said that you once read a book and said that your name is vulgar. Have you never thought of changing your name?"
Jiang Qi looked around and observed the garden while chatting with the old man.
"If you have reformed and are still arty, please give me a word, sir."
The old man smoked his pipe, ignored the sign saying "Don't smoke," lit it, and said: "No matter how good the name is, it's not given by my parents after all. It's better to have this rubbish name, and this is the only one." Only my name can represent myself."
Jiang Qi listened and couldn't help but smile: "People say that if there is an old man in the family, it is true that there is a treasure. Your words, old man, inadvertently carry the simplest truth."
"That's bullshit. An old man who has seen too much and experienced too much is just complaining."
But the old man sneered at the so-called truth and said: "The most unreasonable thing in the world is the word truth."
"So, I never reason with people."
"The old man is domineering!"
Jiang Qi picked up Big Thumb, looked at the exquisite garden, which was so exquisite that almost every scene was visible every ten steps, and sighed: "It is indeed the Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty, with originality almost everywhere."
"Shit."
The old man raised his heels, knocked on his pipe, and said, "No matter how original you are, is it still a graveyard?"
"No matter how wise and powerful the emperor is, he will only occupy a coffin after death."
"Old man, your attitude is not what you should expect when you are on duty here."
Jiang Qi smiled bitterly and shook his head. Mr. Zhu was too straightforward in his words. You still have to rely on Ming Xiaoling to make a living.
"I dare to scold Zhu Yuanzhang even if he is standing here."
The old man chuckled and said, "And I promise he won't talk back."
No, Zhu Yuanzhang has been dead for many years.
Jiang Qi shook his head helplessly.
They say that the older people get, the more they look like children, and they look really good.
At this time, the Shibazi on Jiang Qi's wrist had stopped vibrating. It seemed that it felt that there was no need to remind Jiang Qi for the time being.
After all, Jiang Qi's current location is at the starting point and source of the Jinling Dragon Vein.
It's like you are playing a game and find that you can't beat it. You have invited your elder brother to be a foreign aid. Do you dare to disturb your elder brother when he is playing in a group?
Jiang Qi let go of his wrist and moved a bit. Suddenly his expression changed, and he turned his head to look in a certain direction, with a blue light flashing in his eyes.
Through the thick jungle, Jiang Qi sensed someone.
A person who has had a double relationship.
Fortunately, it seems that the other party has not noticed Jiang Qi. As long as there is no movement and the other party leaves this area, it will be fine.
"Hoo...tui!"
At this moment, the old man may have been hit in the throat by the dry smoke, and he spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm without politeness, causing a commotion.
Jiang Qi looked confused and felt helpless.
Master, do you have to spit now?
"Tap..."
Jiang Qi heard the footsteps on the other side of the jungle stop, as if he was identifying something. After a moment, the footsteps sounded again, and they were getting closer.
"Brush it."
After a while, a vigorous figure walked through the jungle and came to Jiang Qi and Mr. Zhu.
She is a girl with short hair, a cold face, a straight waist, and a guitar case on her back.
It was Chen Yin who Jiang Qi had met twice.
It is also an existence that is different from ordinary people.
Why is she here?
Or is it that the reason why she took the plane to Jiangbei was to come here?
What is there about Xiaoling Mausoleum of the Ming Dynasty that deserves the attention of officials?
Could it be that every so-called daily repair has something to do with these strange people who are eating from the government?
Many thoughts flashed through Jiang Qi's mind.
But there was no expression on his face, and he said with a trace of surprise: "Is it you? I seem to have seen you before. You were sitting next to me on the plane."
Chen Yin did not answer, but looked at the group of young and old in front of her, frowned and said: "We are not accepting tourists today, please leave."
Jiang Qi was about to nod and follow the current situation so as to avoid more contact with the officials and their families.
but……
"You girl, why are you so rude when you speak?"
"I'm the one in charge of this grave!"
"Inspector on duty, do you understand?"
The old man lost his temper at the moment, walked over with his pipe in his mouth, and shouted: "You still want us to leave? I want to ask you who this girl is, and why is she wandering in the garden when it is closed?"
Chen Yin's frown deepened.
Zhu Jiu, the duty worker just hired yesterday, was laid off and re-employed, so he can use his remaining energy.
Special note: The temper is bad and the stench is indescribable.
Thinking about the marginal information that she didn't care about at first, Chen Yin suddenly regretted why she didn't read the information carefully and how she should deal with this old man with a bad temper.
I thought I could leave after completing the task. Anyway, the matters regarding Ming Xiaoling were already routine tasks of the administration, so there would be no accidents.
But unexpectedly, a little accident came unexpectedly.
"I am……"
"I don't care who you are, leave now!"
The old man interrupted Chen Yin unceremoniously, waving his hands with an impatient look on his face.
Chen Yin couldn't help but take two steps forward. She was not a good-tempered person, otherwise she would not have been thrown into the management bureau by her family for training.
"What? You still want to take action?"
The old man raised his eyebrows, turned around and said, "Jiang boy, don't move!"
After saying that, the old man looked at Chen Yin.
"Come on! Fight the old man!"
"I can tell you that I have lumbar muscle strain, high blood pressure, mental weakness, heart and lung problems! I also have hidden eye problems!"
"Come on! Try touching me!"
"A healthy young man wants to bully an old man in his seventies like me. What kind of world is this? It's unreasonable!"
At this moment, the old man perfectly explained what it means to rely on the old and sell the old, and what it means to be a moral kidnapping.
Chen Yin took a deep breath, suppressed the fire in her heart, and took out her ID from her lower back.
"Security Bureau!"
