I set up a stall in the heavens

Professor Luo took the bamboo slips with a look of interest on his face. He stroked the bamboo slips carefully and looked at them carefully in front of his eyes.

After looking at it for a while, his interest seemed to be getting stronger. He spread out the bamboo slips and put them on the table, took a look at them casually, took the magnifying glass on the corner of the table in his hand, and looked at them carefully.

During this period, he didn't say a word to them again, as if his whole body and mind were immersed in the bamboo slips.

Jiang Yuqi was sitting on the chair, while Fatty and Li Changfeng were standing, and she was a little overwhelmed by the silence now. She turned to look at Li Changfeng, only to find that Li Changfeng was looking at her, beckoning her to wait.

Li Changfeng's legs were a little sore, but the fat man was at ease. He even took tea from Professor Luo's table and poured it for himself.

During this time, Professor Luo still didn't look up, the fat man drank tea leisurely by himself, and when he saw Li Changfeng staring at him, he poured another cup and handed it to Li Changfeng.

The fat man didn't speak. Seeing that Li Changfeng didn't answer, he drank by himself.

After a long time, even Li Changfeng felt that if he used the magnifying glass to look at something for such a long time, he would be tired. Professor Luo finally raised his head and put the magnifying glass aside.

He said apologetically.

"Sorry, once I meet a rare thing, I'm fascinated."

"It's okay, Professor Luo, you can see the way." Li Changfeng said with a smile.

Professor Luo adjusted his glasses again, holding the bamboo slips still lovingly, and said while looking at the bamboo slips.

"This pair of bamboo slips can be roughly judged from the texture. It has been more than 3000 years ago. Mr. Jiang left a good thing. But the strange thing is that I don't find the same kind of writing in my memory. Only It feels familiar, but I can't tell it's that kind of writing."

Li Changfeng was also expecting this result. He didn't see anything tricky with his Tianyan Xuantong, only a special feeling, let alone a professor.

But then Professor Luo's words made Li Changfeng's heart tighten.

"I remember this kind of writing. It can be said to be extremely rare, but I need to give me a few days to translate it. I have to keep the bamboo slips here first. How about you?"

Hearing this, Jiang Yuqi was a little dazed, leaving the bamboo slips here?Although Professor Luo in front of her said she was very familiar with Jiang Zhenyun when she first met, she was still worried.

That kind of feeling is a bit like being reluctant to leave this bamboo slip. Another reason is that the value of this bamboo slip is immeasurable. It is not only a relic, but also a matter of value.

Seeing Jiang Yuqi's distressed face, Professor Luo said in a rather understanding manner.

"Don't be embarrassed, since you can't believe it, go back."

The fat man was in a hurry at this time, and he hurriedly said to Jiang Yuqi.

"Don't worry, Professor Luo and I have known each other for many years, so it's definitely okay to let this go. How many people want to see him and ask him to help identify things, but he doesn't see him."

Li Changfeng also frowned at this time. He took the bamboo slips from Professor Luo, and casually looked at them with Tianyan Xuantong. In fact, he looked at them carefully, secretly remembering the special marks on the bamboo slips, and then handed them over to Luo. professor.

He patted Jiang Yuqi on the shoulder to show his reassurance.

"Professor Luo has been a teacher for many years, Yuqi, let's rest assured."

Then he said to Professor Luo again.

"Then trouble the professor. If the professor can really decipher it, I will be very grateful."

After leaving the professor's house, Li Changfeng had only one thought. Mr. Jiang is too stupid, and now he can't even find his soul. Wouldn't it be better to make it clear at the beginning?
Two days later, when it was time for Jiang Zhenyun's burial, there was no cloud in the sky, only a few paper copper coins were floating around. The final procedure was to say goodbye, and they opened the coffin for the last time to take a look before officially burying him.

The third farewell has been held to the last scene, this time Li Changfeng and Jiang Yuqi did not come, they chose a deserted mountain forest at this time, and they are digging a hole for Mr. Jiang.

In the Jiang family's old house, many people gathered at this time, and when everyone was about to open the coffin, a young man in his twenties slowly walked into the courtyard.

The young man was tall and thin, his lips were as thin as a sharp edge, and a sword eyebrow was on his eyes, but he was missing a nostril, which looked extremely weird. Behind him was a man in his thirties, silently following behind the young man .

Just as Jiang Boda was about to open the coffin, the young man just came in. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, thinking, it's not too late after all.

"Uncle Jiang, wait a minute. The nephew of the Zhao family is late. Please allow me to make up two sticks of incense, one for my father and one for me, so as to comfort Mr. Jiang's spirit in heaven."

The voice was not loud, but it spread to the ears of everyone present in a gentle manner. Jiang Boda looked at the source of the voice, and was surprised and happy in his heart. This young man was Zhao Ziming from the Zhao family. object of marriage.

He was a little embarrassed at the moment, because Jiang Yuqi had been married to him once before, but halfway through the marriage she ran away with someone else.Seeing that Zhao Ziming didn't seem to know yet, he resumed his elder-like serious expression.

"It turned out to be the nephew of the Zhao family. It's not too late to offer incense now, and it's not too late to open the coffin for condolences."

The onlookers were all horrified, who came here, and even the burial of Mr. Jiang could delay the procedure, but the face missing a nostril made them look weird.

All said with regret in their hearts.

"It's such a pity, it's good everywhere, it's just this unlucky kid who's lost his face, who's missing a nose to find someone to reason with."

"This is from the Zhao family. I heard that the Jiang family has long been engaged to the Zhao family. Isn't this person in front of him Jiang Yuqi's unmarried husband?"

"What kind of unmarried husband? You are so stupid. The official unmarried husband is Li Changfeng. You don't know the rumors."

The discussion among the crowd made Jiang Boda a little embarrassed. Although he knew that Zhao Ziming in front of him would know about Jiang Yuqi sooner or later, but now, if he could delay for a moment, it would be a moment!

He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

"Nephew of the Zhao family, it's been a long journey. Mr. Jiang will see your painstaking efforts in the spirit of heaven. It's getting late. After burning a stick of incense, it's time to open the coffin and bid farewell."

Zhao Ziming went to get the incense with a smile. If it wasn't for the lack of a nostril, his smile would definitely make people feel like a spring breeze.

After taking the incense, he walked to the coffin, held the incense in both hands, bowed three times and put it on the incense burner, and burned paper money to finish the calculation.

There are still paper copper coins falling from the sky above the yard, and the yellow ones cover the ground and outside the gate. They are paper money to pave the way for the dead, and drones are dropping paper money above the sky.

Jiang Boda saw that it was almost over, and wanted to stop their mouths quickly, and he didn't want them to discuss any more. When Zhao Ziming made a fuss here, he would be really generous and would become a joke of the whole Baiquan City.

"The opening ceremony has officially begun, and I would like to use this to comfort Jiang Zhenyun, my father's spirit in heaven." Jiang Bo said loudly.