Colorful Spirit Eyes

The second item was disrupted by Huang Cheng, and no one cared about it. Originally, this appreciation meeting was just for a few brothers to kill time, and no one cared about it, not to mention a few middle-aged people who were not dissatisfied. , laughed, and started the next object.

Mr. Zheng, which hairpin did you have just now? Because he wanted to learn more from the old people here, Eucommia did not use his precious light to look at anything from the moment he entered the room. He understood that supernatural powers can identify treasures, but the origin, age, and value of these are Baoguang cannot answer. Seeing Huang Chenghou's anxious look, Eucommia ulmoides also became curious about Zhu Chai and asked Mr. Zheng.

That hairpin, haha, its first owner was Cixi Lafayette. When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces entered Beijing and Cixi Lafayette was escaping, there was a guard beside him. He had done a good job in escorting him, so he gave the hairpin to that guard. At that time, that hairpin was given to that guard. In the Ming Dynasty, those who could guard the Empress Dowager Cixi as bodyguards were all of the first rank. Basically, their ancestry was related to the emperor. After receiving a reward, the bodyguards were regarded as family heirlooms. By the Ming Dynasty, most of the Eight Banners' children had fallen into poverty, and there were no bodyguards in the family. In order to avoid getting an official position, the descendants of the family gave this hairpin to Yuan Datou as a stepping stone. Later, in order to appease the Northeast and not rebel, Yuan Datou rewarded it to the Northeast King. On the young marshal's wedding On the same day, I gave it to my daughter-in-law. It can be said that this hairpin has recorded many unknown secrets in modern times. It is of great fame and historical value.

ah? Then didn't this hairpin come from... Eucommia was shocked when he heard this, secretly thinking that this background is really not trivial.

Hehe, I don’t know what method Lao Bai used to exchange it from that descendant. He said he exchanged it for a Ming blue and white cloud and dragon plate. You can lie to ghosts. Du Zhong clearly heard a hint of jealousy in Mr. Zheng's tone. It turned out that the old man was also attracted to this treasure.

Why would Mr. Bai agree to exchange such a valuable treasure with Mr. Huang? Du Zhong couldn't understand. This hairpin could be said to be a well-deserved national treasure. How could a broken painting compare with it? I asked immediately.

Although the hairpin was precious, Lao Bai was not just for fun. Compared to the hairpin, Fatty Huang's paintings were more attractive to him. Do you know the Peach Blossom Fairy? Mr. Zheng turned his face sideways and asked Eucommia ulmoides.

Are you talking about Tang Bohu? As for the name Peach Blossom Fairy, Eucommia also saw it in a book introducing Tang Bohu's paintings, and he immediately said it.

Hehe, not bad. Mr. Zheng raised his eyebrows, praised Du Zhong with some appreciation, and said with a smile: It's Tang Yin. The world only knows about Peach Blossom Temple, but they don't know that there is also a painting of Peach Blossom Treasure Exhibition, and Fatty Huang has such a painting in his hand. Hey, do you think you are qualified to exchange for this famous hairpin?

You...you said that painting belongs to...Tang Bohu? Eucommia ulmoides couldn't help but be a little surprised. He might not know anything else, but he was familiar with Tang Yin and Tang Bohu, the famous calligrapher and painter of the Ming Dynasty. His eyes widened and his voice involuntarily rose a little higher, which attracted some people to express curiosity. gaze.

Mr. Zheng gave a wry smile, returned an apologetic smile to some of his old friends who cast curious glances, and complained in a low voice: "Why are you making such a fuss? There are so many good things, but one painting will scare you."

Haha, a little excited, a little excited. Eucommia also knew that she had made a mistake, and she apologized repeatedly.

You... Oh, by the way, did you bring anything good today? If so, please stay close to the old man and let me see it first. Mr. Zheng was not angry and asked casually.

Oh, it’s nothing. I don’t know anything. I don’t have much to take out. Last time I went to the snow mountain, I picked up a piece of broken metal. Old man, you asked me to bring some objects. Anyway, I have nothing to take. Yes, I brought it. At this time, Eucommia was focused on the yellow and white elders in a corner. He wanted to see what Tang Bohu's painting looked like, so he said it without thinking.

Mr. Zheng heard a big question and picked up a broken piece of metal? The old man asked you to pick up some objects as stepping stones, and you kid just ran around with the things you picked up to replenish your money? Immediately the old brow frowned, stretched out his hand to Eucommia ulmoides and said: "Bring it here, let me take a look." If it was really just a broken piece of metal, he didn't want to be embarrassed.

ah? Ahhhhh... Eucommia ulmoides was all focused on the painting and didn't pay attention at first. After reacting, he quickly opened his backpack and didn't care. He took out the broken piece of metal he said and handed it to Mr. Zheng casually. , his eyes looked at the old man Huang and Bai again, and in the field, there was also an old man, who was showing off a small gourd with a flower-skin relief that he had brought, and was explaining the origin and the process of picking up the leak.

Mr. Zheng was a little helpless towards Du Zhong's casual attitude, so he didn't pay much attention to the object handed over to him. He reached out and took it casually. As soon as he took it, it sank, and he almost missed it and almost dropped it to the ground. Fortunately, Mr. Zheng reacted quickly and firmly grasped it with his other hand to stabilize himself.

The thing was wrapped in a black cloth, and Mr. Zheng muttered: What the hell, it's quite heavy. Holding it with one hand, he opened the black cloth with the other hand.

After removing the obstruction, a yellow block-shaped object more than a foot long and half a foot wide appeared in Mr. Zheng's hands. The object was lumpy and dark yellow. It had obviously been cleaned. At this time, some metallic luster appeared on the surface. At first glance, it looks very ordinary, and it is also a little ugly, just an unknown piece of metal.

Who is Mr. Zheng? His eyesight is not comparable to that of ordinary people. At first, he was a little disapproving. But at this time, his eyes couldn't help but have a hint of solemnity, and he looked at the objects in his hands carefully.

The metal block has a special shape. If you look closely, it looks like a dog's head, with the two ears at the top being particularly obvious. When you touch it with your fingers, it doesn't feel rough. On the contrary, it feels smooth, delicate and clear to the touch.

This is... Feeling the touch of the object in his hand, his brain quickly searched for relevant information. Suddenly his eyes lit up, and the old man's eyes suddenly shone with shock, and he exclaimed in disbelief.

As soon as the words came out, Mr. Zheng reacted instantly and covered the black cloth tightly. He looked around slyly and found that no one else was paying attention. He breathed a sigh of relief and grabbed hold of it with both hands. What is in his hand, if anyone looks carefully at Mr. Zheng's hands at this time, they will find that the latter's hands are trembling slightly.

Mr. Zheng suppressed the excitement in his heart and asked Du Zhong softly: Where did you get this thing?

Du Zhong didn't even think about answering: Picked up on Mount Everest... Before he could finish his words, Mr. Zheng, who looked nervous, covered his mouth and scolded him in a low voice: "Kid, please keep your voice down, you know what this is." You are running around with this thing. If you lose it and cry, you have no place to cry.

Ha...Old man, it's just a piece of nugget gold. Why are you so nervous? Du Zhong was amused by Mr. Zheng's nervous look, but he still lowered his voice and said indifferently.

Isn’t it just a piece of nugget gold? Du Zhong's nonchalant attitude made Mr. Zheng so angry that he ran around holding such a priceless treasure as if nothing had happened. Mr. Zheng wanted to call Du Zhong a prodigal again. Unfortunately, there were too many people at this time and there was no way to take action, so he repeated Eucommia ulmoides's words in a very strange way. He raised his head and looked around, tightened the baby in his arms, and lowered his voice again: "You kid, this is a priceless treasure, do you understand?" It’s a priceless treasure that even if you have money you can’t buy it.

Um? Old man, I have read relevant introductions in books, saying that nugget gold is indeed extremely rare! With current technical means, although not many have been discovered, it should not be too few. Du Zhong didn't understand Mr. Zheng's cautious look.

You, you... Hey, how could such a good baby be given to you by a kid like you who doesn't understand anything? At this time, Mr. Zheng really couldn't describe his feelings for Eucommia ulmoides. At best, it was naive, and at worst, it was two hundred and fifty.

Sighing, he rolled his eyes at Eucommia ulmoides, lowered his voice again and said: It is recorded in the book that nugget gold is found from time to time, but have you ever read in the book exactly when and where it was discovered? Got it? It’s all suspicion, do you understand?

What do you mean... Du Zhong couldn't calm down anymore when he thought about it. Combined with Mr. Zheng's words, Du Zhong opened his eyes and his brain buzzed instantly. The words "priceless treasure" filled his mind again.

Don't make any noise, let us retreat first and find a quiet place to study. Mr. Zheng raised his hand to signal Du Zhong to calm down. With the peerless treasure in hand, how could he stay any longer? He immediately wanted to take Du Zhong away from this place.

Du Zhong also immediately closed his mouth, nodded, and planned to leave with Mr. Zheng.

The old man and the young man had a beautiful idea. They thought their actions were very hidden, but in fact they had been discovered by some people a long time ago. Want to leave? hehe……

Hey, I said, Old Zhengtou, where are you going...

Just as Mr. Zheng stuffed the gold nugget wrapped in black cloth into Du Zhong's bag, he stood up pretending to be relaxed, and used his eyes to signal Du Zhong to follow him and started to walk towards the door. Du Zhong also tacitly carried his bag and followed behind.

Before he reached the door, he passed by an old man with white hair, thin body, rosy complexion and a kind face. The old man sat still and grabbed Mr. Zheng's hand. He looked behind him with a half-smile. The person asked.

Being suddenly caught by someone, Mr. Zheng was startled. He saw the person who caught him clearly. Mr. Zheng's eyes were a little panicked at first, but who was he? He quickly covered it up, laughed and said: Ah, people have three urgent needs. I drank too much water, so I went to the bathroom. Why, you old prince, you don’t care about heaven and earth, but you still don’t care about me shitting or farting.

oh? Haha, just in time, I am also in a hurry, how about we come together? Mr. Wang smiled faintly, raised his eyes and glanced at Eucommia ulmoides behind him, and teased Mr. Zheng with a deep meaning. His face looked like I have already seen through your old boy's colorful intestines. If you want to eat alone, there is no way. ………

I really need to pee, don't make trouble... Mr. Zheng still wanted to hide it, and playfully broke Mr. Wang's hand, which still couldn't sit still.

Okay, let's go together... How could Mr. Wang believe it? He stood up and walked out, holding his hand but not letting go.

Hey, I said you old Wangtou, go ahead and go, you should let me go first...

open? Haha... don't think about it...

Eucommia ulmoides, who was standing behind, couldn't help but laugh and cry as he watched two old men who were over a hundred years old together playing tricks on each other. The tugging here soon attracted the attention of others, who all looked towards the door.

Lao Wang... Lao Zheng, where are you two practicing Tai Chi? Huang Cheng was a joking person, and when he saw the two of them going back and forth, he joked with a smile.

Old man Zheng, I know you have secrets and good things. Either take me with you, or don't even think about leaving. Mr. Wang squeezed out a sentence through his teeth that only two people could hear.

You old boy, let me admit my defeat and talk somewhere else. Mr. Zheng was helpless, secretly saying that his old friend was shameless, and squeezed out a sentence through his teeth.

The two reached a consensus in a very short time and laughed. Mr. Wang replied to Huang Cheng: I was joking with Mr. Zheng. You continue, you continue.

The two of you together are over a hundred, and yet you are so rude... Hahaha... everyone laughed. Mr. Zheng didn't explain, opened the door and walked out. Mr. Wang followed closely as if he was afraid that Mr. Zheng would run away. Eucommia ulmoides naturally smiled bitterly and followed the two of them out of the room...