Da'an's best son-in-law

About half an hour later, Ye Chen and Lian'er returned to the Wei family's residence.

Ever since Ye Chen and Lian'er explained the special features of the black wooden box in their hands, Lian'er no longer dared to approach the box in Ye Chen's hand and kept a respectful distance along the way.

Looking closely along the way, Ye Chen also grabbed a fork of a locust tree and slightly scraped away the layer of seemingly sticky and compact soil. The dark red color revealed also confirmed Ye Chen's judgment.

It's Longquan wood.

"Xiao Xing, Xiao Xing!"

As soon as the two figures stepped into the courtyard of the small attic, Lian'er immediately began to call Xiao Xinglai who was busy in the kitchen, causing the former, who was originally complacent, to panic, stepped on the apron in his hand, and picked up the apron in his hand. The spatula poked its head out of the kitchen: "Back from the auction?"

"You two go and have a rest first. The dinner here will be ready soon. The lady just said that today's accounts will be smaller. It's almost time to come back." When Xiao Xing saw the two of them coming back, she turned towards Ye Chen He waved the shovel inside and said matter-of-factly.

There is still bone soup simmering in the pot in the kitchen. If someone is not careful, this pot of soup will end up like the last time when a few people played cards.

Ever since Ye Chen invented how to play poker, the three of them have devoted almost all their evening time to this kind of card game and never tire of it.

It's just that this kind of happiness is based on the work of the two little girls, which gradually became messy. Because they were too involved, Xiao Xing and Lian'er had ruined the four people's dinner many times, which attracted Wei Yanran at night. Ye Chen and others will no longer be given the time to play cards.

"Don't worry about your pot of soup yet. Let's take a look at what I have in my uncle's hands." Lian'er trotted to the kitchen, pulled up Xiao Xing who was still thinking about the pot of bone soup, and said in a serious tone.

"You don't know this object. Our uncle spent five thousand taels of silver to buy it from the Wanxiang auction."

"Five thousand taels of silver?!!"

Looking in the direction of Lian'er's finger, she noticed the black wooden box wrapped under the cloth spread out in Ye Chen's hand. Xiao Xing immediately forgot about the pot matter, covered her red lips with her jade hand, and looked up slowly. He moved and looked at Ye Chen in disbelief.

As Wei Yanran's personal maid, she and Lian'er had seen far more distant accounts than this in Wei Yanran's boudoir. Five thousand taels of silver would not make her lose her composure like this.

What really shocked her was that Ye Chen, who had always been a polished commander, could spend five thousand taels of silver to buy a seemingly inconspicuous item at an auction.

You must know that although five thousand taels of silver is nothing to the Wei family, for Ye Chen, who has always relied on Wei Yanran for pocket money, it is already an astronomical figure.

Xiao Xing stared at the innocent-looking Ye Chen, her slender eyebrows slowly knitted together, and asked suspiciously: "Uncle, have you gone to rob?"

Wei Yanran really hasn't given this amount of silver to Ye Chen recently. Apart from robbing it on the street, Xiao Xing really couldn't think of a way for Ye Chen to get [-] taels of silver in such a short period of time.

"Xiao Xing, what are you talking about? If my uncle goes to rob him, he won't be embarrassed on the street. At most, he will cause trouble in the Wei family!" Lian'er pinched Xiao Xing's lower back angrily, causing the former to exclaim. .

"Have you forgotten that accounts can be posted at Wanxiang Pavilion? My uncle has put all the money in the account of the young lady."

Xiaoxing's plump breasts stopped rising and falling, and her tightly entwined hands gradually loosened. Immediately, another worried look appeared again.

Even if he can keep accounts, my uncle can't bring such a thing back. The Wei family is rich, and the money in Wei Yanran's hands is indeed rich, but that's not how the money is spent.

I originally thought that Ye Chen didn't have the habits of those children from aristocratic families, but after admiring it for a long time, the former gave them all a big one.

What a prodigal son...

Sensing the half-joking and half-serious confusion in Xiao Xing's words, Ye Chen helplessly picked up the black wooden box in his hand and waved his hand in the direction of the small attic.

"My uncle, I will let you two see what a real object is today!"

In the room, three people gathered around the tea table, three pairs of eyes staring at the dark red wooden box placed on the table without blinking.

Regarding the wooden box that Ye Chenhao spent a lot of money to bring back, although Xiao Xing and Lian'er secretly felt that he was a prodigal, they still had a strong curiosity in their hearts.

To Ye Chen's surprise, he asked Lian'er and Xiao Xing to bring hot water and rags, and after wiping the wooden box that was originally pitch black, the muddy water in the copper basin did not emit the stench as imagined. , instead, there was a strange and fragrant color.

"I knew you were lying to my uncle. This muddy water smells so good, how could it be all mud and foot mud?" Attracted by the fragrant smell, Lian'er put her nose close and inhaled for a few times before saying

It shouldn't be...

The red wooden box placed on the table does not have the strange patterns of dragons, phoenixes, tigers and leopards that many people imagined, nor any strange mechanisms or decorations.

It was just a dark red wooden box. Except for the price of five thousand taels behind it, it seemed to be no different from an ordinary woman's dressing box to hold jewelry.

What frustrated Ye Chen the most was that after studying for a long time, he still couldn't find a way to open the wooden box. Unlike ordinary boxes, there was a black gap in the center of this wooden box, but it was not locked, let alone opened. The mechanism is as if it is firmly stuck to it with glue.

Stretching out his palm, Ye Chen picked up the wooden box. The veins on the back of his hand were exposed, and he wanted to forcefully open the box with his own wrist strength.

"Uncle, don't waste your energy."

Seeing that Ye Chen didn't believe in evil and kept sullenly tinkering with the drum box, Lian'er also felt a little distressed and couldn't help but remind him.

Now I know I am frustrated. Why did I have to act so majestic at the auction? But otherwise, that bastard from the Su family was indeed a bit annoying.

If you want to be noble in front of others, you must suffer behind others. In Lian'er's view, Ye Chen's majesty and hot-headedness have passed, and it is finally time to suffer.

But what Lian'er and Xiao Xing didn't understand was that Ye Chen was not depressed because of the five thousand taels of silver. Even if there are no gadgets inside, relying on the rare price of Longquan wood, Ye Chen can easily get back all the money he spent.

Ye Chen felt depressed because this was the first time he had suffered a loss since he learned the art of treasure appraisal from Master Gu Jinnan.

The ancient master once taught that for him, just getting back the capital instead of making a fortune is already an eye-opener.

"What are you doing here?"

Just when Ye Chen rolled up his sleeves and was about to bang the wooden box in his hand, a crisp voice sounded at the door. Wei Yanran was looking at the three people in the messy room with some surprise.

"You want to dismantle my Huanghuali tea table?"