Walking on the moon under the stars, picking up the road in the wilderness.
The gangsters in Yintuo Village seemed to know that their uncle and nephew were coming, so they did not stop them along the way. The two passed the customs and put in their cards without any obstruction, and quickly walked into the Juyi Hall.
This time, the Juyi Hall was cleared in advance. Snow Centipede and Zhen Shenfeng sat in the main seats in the hall, and there were four beams and eight pillars from the village standing beside them with sticks.
"Oh~ I really said Cao Cao, Cao Cao will be here."
The old calligrapher was stroking his pulp fan when he saw Yue Qingshan coming. He stood up to greet the distinguished guest. His eyes were shining brightly and he did not move away from the bamboo basket at all.
"Hey, tell me, my old brother knew you were coming, and the banquet was already prepared. If you had informed me, there would be no need to be so hasty."
Yue Qingshan looked at Zhen Shenfeng with a cold face: "No need, I can't afford your Zhen Shenfeng banquet. I brought you what you asked for."
With a look from the old man's eyes, Yue Guanchao took out the bamboo basket on his back. When he opened the straw, he saw that the yellow sacrificial vessels were full!
The old calligrapher had been waiting for this moment. He hurriedly got off the tiger leather chair, picked through the bamboo basket with his reading glasses, and took out a gold-lacquered parrot cup.
The moment he took out the parrot cup, Snow Centipede couldn't help but take a long breath. Everyone around him was breathing heavily and swallowing saliva!
Looking carefully, the parrot cup is slightly larger than a fist, with an opening like a trumpet. The surface is inlaid with gold filigree, and a circle of threads is inlaid with red, yellow, blue and green gems. It is firmly raised by four cup legs. Even if it is not counted in gold, it is still a cup. A priceless antique treasure!
He picked up his reading glasses and kept looking at the texture of the parrot cup, praising it profusely:
"Tsk tsk tsk tsk~ Boss, take a look at Master Yu's handiwork. After all, he has been working under Director Tang. He is not something we can compare with."
"Master Zheng, what on earth is this?"
Although the Snow Centipede loves money, compared with the old calligrapher, he is just a baby. Of course he doesn't know the power of the cup.
The old calligrapher had no intention of hiding anything from him, so he shook his head and said:
"Northern Dynasty Parrot Cup."
"I heard that it was used by Mao Zi from the Waibei tribe in the Xing'an Mountains. It is very precious. Let's not mention this golden body for the moment. Just one gem is worth a fortune. During the Tang Dynasty, Emperor Xuanzong was presented with two by foreign tribes, and one was given to Concubine Yang. There is another drinking vessel. When the city of Chang'an was destroyed, I asked An Lushan to take it."
"I heard that even if you put a glass of plain water in it, after a long time, it will taste as good as the fine wine. It's a strange thing."
Yue Qingshan had no intention of talking to these bandits. When he saw the old calligrapher inspecting the goods, he handed over his hands and said, "Since there is nothing wrong with the gold paint, Quan Zi's illness requires you to use your magical powers."
"That's natural~"
"but?"
"Nothing, maybe you want to go back on your word? I, Yu De'an, am a stickler, but those hundreds of people in the forest farm are not vegetarians either!"
Yue Qingshan looked at the old calligrapher and gritted his teeth with hatred, wishing to eat him alive, but even if he held the handle, he would have to hold his nose and swallow even a dead fly.
The old bandit quickly waved his hand to show weakness: "Don't dare, don't dare, my life is given to you by Master Yu. How dare you break your promise? Hurry up and get a bottle of anti-plague pill for Master Yu to treat the young master's illness."
Before he finished speaking, the little bandit from the village came out with a black lacquer box and placed it on the table in front of the uncle and nephew.
When Yue Qingshan opened the box, there were more than a dozen bottles of white porcelain thumb bottles inside, with soybean-sized pills vaguely visible.
Naturally, the old man would not believe everything the old calligrapher said. He took out the elixir bottle, shook it evenly, poured a few pills and handed it to the old calligrapher:
"Zhenshenfeng, if you dare to bring plague to people to ask for money, you must abide by the rules and inspect the goods."
"That's natural."
The old calligrapher was also unambiguous. He raised his neck and swallowed the Quwen Pill into the Five Internal Organs Temple. Then he cupped his hands towards Yue Qingshan and said:
"If you, Mr. Yu, are willing to hang up the post, how can anyone else take the high chair in Silver Tuo Village? In this era of war and chaos, what's the point of being a miserable farm man? Why don't you just drink and eat meat with your old brothers? Wouldn't it be fun? .”
The old bandit wanted to continue talking, but Yue Qingshan had no intention of hearing what he had to say. He cupped his hands and said, "No, but I want peace of mind."
"That's it, let's go to each side of the road to the sky, Yu Er is in charge, it's easy to leave without seeing him off~"
Yue Qingshan did not reply and led Yue Guanchao out of Yintuo Village without looking back.
