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Chapter 140
Chapter 140. Turning around
When Ren Ping laid out this feast of rain in the mountains, the Jiang family and his son were also greatly surprised, but no matter what, they could never increase the ambition of others.

Tong Jian on the side was furious when he heard the words, because he likes these wonderful things the most, when he saw this wooden frame inserted into the mountain just now, he immediately planned to buy it from Ren Ping for collection, no matter how much it costs.

Jiang Rui's words, didn't he scold him too?
But before he could speak, He Suyuan on the side took up the conversation again:

"Teacher Liang is wrong."

"Oh? Teacher He also has advice?"

He Suyuan shook his head slowly:
"Culture is inherently diverse. When we explore history, we should emphasize tolerance and equality. There is no high or low in culture. How can there be mainstream and non-mainstream?"

"Just like Mr. Ren's wooden frame inserted into the mountain, its ingenious thinking and exquisite ingenuity were rare at that time. The skill of arranging the plate in the rain is also the embodiment of the Song people's ultimate pursuit of daily life. How can it be said to be Boring and rubbish?"

"Mr. Liang's words just now are outrageous, especially not from the mouth of a historian."

"Well said! This is everyone's demeanor!"

"Liang Zheng! You have stayed in Nantah University's School of History in vain for such a long time, and you have no sense of shame for saying layman's words such as cultural mainstream and non-mainstream!"

Before He Suyuan finished speaking, all the scholars echoed.

The implication is that I absolutely do not agree with his statement.

Liang Zheng frowned slightly. In fact, he didn't care about offending the scholars, even Tu Wenxiao, he didn't think much of it, but He Suyuan was different.

He knew the influence of Jinshi He's family in Nanling's cultural circle, so it was better not to confront him unless it was absolutely necessary.

"Okay, even if Mrs. Liang made a slip of the tongue just now, this banquet is not perfect, and there are big problems in it."

After saying that, he winked at the Jiang family and his son who were standing aside, as if to indicate that they would do the talking.

The scholars only thought that he was arrogant. When they looked at Jiang Jinwen, they looked confused, obviously not understanding the other party's intention.

It was Jiang Rui who reacted quickly, remembering Liang Zheng's previous instructions, and immediately pointed to the wooden frame:

"Where are your chopsticks and chopsticks? Is it possible for the guests to eat with their hands?"

He couldn't help but feel very proud.

Tu Wenxiao frowned slightly, thinking that this question was on the right point, the Qiying Club set up by Jiang and his son was divided into meals, and the chopsticks were placed on separate tables, so there was no need for a chopsticks bottle.

Ren Ping's side is different. No matter how amazing the banquet is, it is still a dinner party system. According to the practice of the Song Dynasty, there must be a chopsticks bottle, and his only chopsticks bottle was taken away in advance by Jiang's father and son who secretly arranged up.

In this way, isn't it unsolvable?

All eyes focused on Ren Ping, and he smiled slightly, as if he had expected the other party to be so difficult.

He didn't say a word at the moment, and turned his right hand lightly on the log shaft of the mountain wooden frame, and then stretched it to the top to pry it.

Immediately, a palm-sized wooden cover was pried up, and dozens of ebony chopsticks inside were taken out one after another.

The scholars were overjoyed when they saw this. It turned out that this log shaft was actually hollow, and a lid was added on it, which happened to be a chopstick bottle.

The structure of this mountain wooden frame is ingenious so far!
Jiang Rui was also taken aback, but still refused to admit defeat:
"What about slag buckets? The literati in the Song Dynasty are the most polite, so you can't let them spit all the leftover meat, bones and fish bones on the table?"

Everyone looked at Ren Ping again, and some wondered if there was still space in the hollow log shaft. Could it also be used as a slag bucket?

But then self-denial, the utensils on the dining table are distinct, the chopsticks and vases are clean things, and the slag bucket is dirty things, the two must not be mixed and shared.

But other than that, where else is there?It can't be placed on the more than 50 dishes, right?

Tu Wenxiao and He Suyuan reacted the fastest. After a slight hesitation, they looked at the base of the wooden frame.

Sure enough, Ren Ping looked at Jiang's father and son without turning his eyes, and with a backhand pull, he opened the mechanism on the base, like a sliding door, showing a large space inside.

Naturally, this place is designed to be used as a slag bucket.

In this way, everyone was amazed that the structure of this wooden frame is simply perfect.

There is a chopsticks bottle on the top and a slag bucket on the bottom. There are more than [-] dishes on the five floors in the middle, which also solves the problem of not having a main dish. Putting it on the table of the Eight Immortals is a feast, and it is even suitable for picnics. Called artifact.

Although people in the Song Dynasty did not have any industrial revolution, when it comes to making kits and kats, they can be considered to the extreme.

What's more difficult is that Ren Ping was able to find it?

You know, this mountain wooden frame has never been seen in the entire Chinese market, let alone Nanling. It is a unique treasure!

"Hahahaha! Convinced, this old man is completely convinced! Mr. Ren not only has excellent knowledge and eyesight, but also hides things that are bottomless. Today's trip is really worthwhile!"

What Tu Wenxiao said made all the scholars feel the same. Ren Ping's feast in the rain really gave them the greatest surprise.

Not only is the banquet itself wonderful, but the plot of turning defeat into victory in the face of the collusion scheme of Liang Zheng and Jiang's father and son is also brilliant.

Up to this moment, Ren Ping was still smiling, seldom spoke, and only fought back with practical actions. It can be said that silence speaks louder than words.

"Ren Ping, I understand. This is the novelty you told me about three days ago, right? Okay, I want it, and you set a price."

At this time, Tong Jian said suddenly.

Everyone was taken aback when they heard the words, thinking that this is still a competition, why did they just mention this?

Tong Jian didn't care about all this. He was so happy to see that he didn't care about the competition. He took out a blank check from his arms and patted it in front of Ren Ping:
"Five million, or 500 million? In short, I trust you, you fill it out yourself."

He knew that wooden cultural relics were valuable, let alone this kind of masterpiece, so he called the price high from the beginning, and Ren Ping could not refuse it.

Before he finished speaking, Tu Wenxiao and others were also anxious. Most of them were also in the collecting circle. How could they not be attracted by the treasure?

But firstly, it was a step too late, and secondly, to compare financial resources with Tong Jian, the sum of a dozen of them is not enough.

Tu Wenxiao felt unwilling and said with a smile:

"Boss Tong is too impatient, why don't we talk about it after today's competition."

"We can't wait until then. Let's strike first. Besides, if I bought this thing, it has nothing to do with the competition, right?"

Tong Jian said it very straightforwardly.

Tu Wenxiao was anxious, so he couldn't help but glance at He Suyuan, and asked him to help him think of a way.

He Suyuan smiled, thinking that Jinshi He's family had a lot to do with the collectors, but most of them were calligraphy and painting ancient books. It would be inappropriate to bid for a piece of wooden cultural relic, so he shook his head.

"Mr. He, have you forgotten about the Qianlong Calligraphy? Even if you don't care about this mountain wooden frame, if you buy and sell it, it will be a good relationship, right?"

He Suyuan turned his head to look at Tu Wenxiao and thought to himself, how could you have guessed that the painting of Qianlong calligraphy was in the hands of Ren Ping?

But at this time, there is no time to worry about it. Tu Wenxiao is right, even if it is to establish a relationship, he must meddle in this matter.

"I offer 1000 and [-] million."

He spoke immediately.

Tong Jian frowned slightly. Although he knew He Suyuan's identity, he was not too afraid and paused:
"300 million."

"500 million."

"600 million, Mr. He, are you deliberately putting Tong in danger? Your He family doesn't collect such things."

He Suyuan showed helplessness and was about to answer.

Suddenly, Su Minghan on the other side laughed:
"You two are fighting so hard, maybe you have forgotten me, the old man?"

"What? The surname Su, do you want to get involved too?"

The person he called just now was Brother Su. When it came to grabbing things, Tong Jian immediately changed his name to Su, and his eyes were full of displeasure.

"Why can't I grab it? As I said just now, Hanhaihang has a soft spot for wooden furniture."

"By the way, isn't this something from your Han Hai Xing? Why are you robbing it again?"

"Of course not. If I knew there was such a thing, I wouldn't hide it until now."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glared at Ren Ping. Obviously, he was aware of the other things Ren Ping brought, except for this one, and he didn't give any prior notice.

Ren Ping gave a wry smile, seeing that the three parties were fighting each other, he shook his head:
"Stop arguing, everyone, this thing is not a cultural relic of the Song Dynasty, but a modern handicraft."

"what?"

Everyone was shocked.

At this moment, Liang Zheng's eyes lit up beside him:
"Not bad! This thing is not a cultural relic at all, it is newly made, how can it be so valuable!"

Everyone heard the words but ignored him. After taking a closer look, they saw that the wooden frame had a little new paint everywhere. Although it was old-fashioned, it was not difficult to distinguish. It was just because the person who inserted the rain feast in the mountain attracted their attention. This I didn't realize it.

Su Minghan was most puzzled:
"I'm just saying that Hanhaixing has never seen this thing in its inventory, and Rongluxing and others probably don't have it either. Where did you get it?"

"Although there are no things, there are blueprints."

Ren Ping smiled slightly and then briefly explained what happened.

It turned out that in the past few days he found many rare artifacts in the miscellaneous library of the Nine Great Masters, but none of them could be said to be a sure win. Only an inconspicuous blueprint caught his attention.

That blueprint seems unimaginable, but it is actually a clever drawing left by the people of the Northern Song Dynasty.

Ren Ping had an idea as soon as he saw it, and then asked several old craftsmen from Ren's wood industry to rush there overnight to make this wooden frame.

When everyone heard that the item was indeed a new one, they couldn't help feeling sorry, and naturally they didn't bid for it. Only a few people immediately thought that with this blueprint, Ren's wood industry would have another sharp weapon for revival.

This is much more precious than the wooden frame itself.

"I just said that this kid is pretending to be a ghost, and a piece of broken handicraft can make such a mess, it's really a mystery!"

"That's right, making two organs is still considered a scumbag. Isn't this fooling people? Teachers, now you know who won?"

With the turn of events, Jiang and his son couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Just now they saw Tong Jian and others vying for bids, but they were very angry.

Unexpectedly, Ren Ping also looked calm and breezy. Looking at the scholars:
"Teachers, please announce the results."

Tu Wenxiao nodded:

"Those who agree with Mr. Ren's victory, please raise your hand."

Before he finished speaking, except for Liang Zheng, the other dozen people raised their hands together.

Liang Zheng was dumbfounded:
"It's unreasonable! Why is this!"

(End of this chapter)