Pixiu Rearing Guide

The days that followed were hasty and chaotic.The Du family came from the city one after another that night and set up a mourning hall in their hometown.Grandpa Du passed away at the age of 89. It was a "happy funeral". The family had to make a big fuss. They invited people to play music and dance, and chanted sutras. The family was busy taking care of the guests, exchanging greetings, toasting and smoking. Du Ziyu knelt in the mourning hall, saluting every time a mourning guest came.

After working day and night for three days, the grief seemed to be diluted, but when the funeral was over and everything came to an end, the sad seed in my heart had already sprouted and taken root, and it hurt from time to time.

This is the second time Du Ziyu has experienced a funeral as far back as he can remember. The last time he was young when his grandmother held a funeral.At that time, the sad young master Du watched his grandfather and father greet the guests, and could still laugh, drink, chat and joke, as if the death of grandma was indifferent to them, and because of this, the two elders were angry for a long time.Later, when Du Ziyu gradually became an adult, he gradually realized that adults like to hide their pain and show politeness to outsiders with a relaxed expression. Only when they are alone, they will show their wounds and lick them for themselves.

Mr. Du left a suicide note, telling Father Du that he must handle the matter of moving the ancestral grave well.After reading the suicide note handed over by his father, Du Ziyu felt mixed feelings, only to hear Du's father also sighed: "The matter of moving the ancestral grave was discussed last year, and I bought all the land, because the old family refused to move and has been dragging on." .”

There is no need for my father to say more about the meaning beyond the words.Before Mr. Du left, he played tricks.A suicide note suppressed Youyou's mouth, and it was named as a long-cherished wish. If you don't want to move it, you have to give it some face.

This matter should not be delayed, Du's father has always acted vigorously and resolutely, and took care of the matter of moving the grave while sending the old man to the ground.Although the relatives in the hometown are unwilling to be relocated, they only complain and are generally willing to cooperate.Moving house and moving grave all at once made the house very chaotic, but at this moment there were still people who insisted on adding to the chaos—the boss who begged Xueyu to pull fingers came to the door again.

Coincidentally, the family's uncles and grandparents were all busy moving graves on the mountain. Du Ziyu and Shen Shiben were also planning to go there, but were stopped by the boss in the yard. This man was quite young, in his thirties, with a well-fitting suit and glasses. A gentle look.He was polite when meeting people, and asked if "Old Mr. Du" who had talked with him before was there.

Du Ziyu didn't want to waste time with him, so he didn't even go to the main room to invite him, so he asked him straight to the point: "Are you here to talk about finger pulling?"

"It seems that Mr. Du has explained it?" The man laughed, and said kindly: "Yes, yes, I have talked with Mr. Du before about the business of finger pull. My surname is Deng."

"Sorry, Mr. Deng, we won't sell it anymore." Du Ziyu shook his head, and he pointed to the filial piety on his body: "Mr. Du you met is the younger brother of the Patriarch. The Patriarch came back two days ago and heard about it. Not going to sell it. Now our Patriarch has just passed away, and the house is in a mess, so I’m afraid I won’t have time to explain it to you in detail. In short, the finger puller is definitely not for sale.”

The man was stunned, first said "sorry", and then looked embarrassed. Seeing his appearance, Du Ziyu became curious, so he asked: "Mr. A wrench so interested?"

The man sighed, and seemed to be in some difficulty: "I said this, I hope you don't get angry, this blood jade finger was found by my boss after searching half of China. I also know that it is indeed yours It belongs to my family, but my boss really has something to do with this thing. I gave Mr. Du a document, which described the origin of this finger puller in detail. I don’t know if Mr. Du has read it, hey... "

"Go back, no matter how much connection you have with your boss, you won't be able to sell it." Du Ziyu shook his head, regretting his talkativeness, and waved his hand at the man avoiding it, thinking that the boss has a boss above him, Why is this matter so troublesome?It was the so-called document, which he seemed to have seen in Mr. Du's room...

Watching the man leave, Du Ziyu only hesitated for a few seconds, then returned to Mr. Du's tile-roofed house, turned over the bedside chest of drawers, and sure enough, there was a file bag in the first drawer.

"I think this matter is not simple." Du Ziyu frowned, glanced at Shen Shi, and opened the file bag.

This is a patchwork of materials. It seems that the content is some excerpted historical documents. Du Ziyu flipped through it and immediately found a photo of a blood jade finger. The note next to it is that it was unearthed from a Qing Dynasty tomb in Hebei Province. The owner of the tomb He is a civil servant, but his status is yet to be tested.

At first glance, this photo is indeed the finger wrench of his family, but upon closer inspection, there are subtle differences in the blood lines. Just as Du Ziyu was identifying it, Shen Shi interjected: "I've seen this finger wrench before, and I went to investigate it with the professor. At that time, the last stop was to visit this group of tombs.” He thought for a while and recalled: “I remember the professor said at that time that this tomb had a lot of traces of being stolen, and the owner’s tomb had been robbed, and what was unearthed was the coffin of his wife. The name is taboo, I only know that it is the Xie family."

"Xie's..." Du Ziyu flipped through the materials, stopped quickly, pointed to a paragraph and read out softly: "Xie Shifang, a native of Wu County during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty, was good at carving, and the carved jade wares were exquisite. It was bought at a high price and became famous. During the Qianlong period, it was summoned to the imperial court. One of the works was shaped like half a watermelon, with green skin like emeralds on the outside and red flesh like Zhuxia on the inside. Emperor Qianlong couldn't put it down, and hid it in the Old Summer Palace..." He frowned, turned a few more pages, and continued to read: "Sumen Xie, the eldest daughter of Xie Shifang, Xie Shifang loved her very much, and devoted all his life to her. Carve out twelve pieces of jade ornaments as a dowry..."

"Twelve pieces of jade ornaments?" Shen Shi said what Du Ziyu was thinking, and the two of them looked at each other. Shen Shi said first: "I heard from students chatting that blood jade fingers are a pair. The unearthed one, It belongs to the Xie family, and there is another one, which should be the one surnamed Su?"

"Late Qing earrings, gold-plated necklaces, eighteen-child bracelets, a pair of blood jade finger rings, emerald court beads, imperial green bracelets, enamel jade hairpins, mandarin duck-patterned combs..." Du Ziyu counted carefully with his fingers, and now Nine emerald ornaments surfaced: "According to this document, the buyer who wants to buy our fingers is the descendant of the Xie family... Then who is this person who dropped the Xie family's dowry from the museum? "Du Ziyu frowned, feeling that the key to all the clues was in his hands.

Mr. Shan is closely related to the theft of counterfeit raw materials, and the objects of the counterfeiting are twelve emerald ornaments, and the owners of the twelve emerald ornaments are the people who tried to buy the Du family's fingers, so what is the relationship between Mr. Shan and the buyer?Or are they the same people at all?

"I want to meet this buyer." Du Ziyu looked at Shen Shi and suddenly laughed.

Du Ziyu immediately contacted the little boss, and confessed that he was the grandson of the Patriarch of the Du family, and that he had always held the wrench in his hand. He read the information and understood the sincerity of the other party, but he wanted to meet the buyer in person, so he was willing to give up the wrench.The little boss was very happy, and immediately said that he would contact the big boss and asked Du Ziyu to wait for news, and Du Ziyu readily agreed.Five minutes after I hung up the phone, the little boss called and said that the big boss agreed to come to see him, but he had to come from Hong Kong, and the big boss had a lot of things to do recently, so he couldn't get away, and he might have to wait for a week.

"It's never too late for a good meal." As Du Ziyu said this, he estimated that he would have returned to T city in a week, so he gave the address of the antique shop to the little boss, saying that we would meet there, and it would save them from traveling to this remote area, which was tiring. .

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By the time things in their hometown were sorted out and the Du family returned to their old house, it was almost Mid-Autumn Festival.There are fewer elderly people in the family, and the joy of the festival is also waning, but after all, there are still pregnant women, so the Mid-Autumn Festival can't be deserted.Aunt Mei started to make mooncakes by herself early on. As soon as Du Ziyu returned to the old house, she saw that Aunt Mei and the eldest sister were still busy with work. It was still Aunt Mei's usual style, and every festival was as grand as New Year's.

The little wolf hadn't seen his owner for half a month, and when he smelled Du Ziyu, he pounced on him. The other "real" large dog in the family was left far behind by him. Support him from behind, otherwise he would have been thrown down long ago.Licking his tongue, the little wolf's enthusiasm is really unbearable...

"Baby, do you want to miss the third aunt?" The third sister's laughing voice came over, presumably she was pestering the eldest sister again, and the second sister urged them to put away their luggage quickly and don't block the road. Aunt Mei's side is already She began to ask her classic sentence patterns: "Are you tired? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? Do you want to eat fruit? Can you add food at noon?"

Shen Shi lifted the cub which was several times heavier, and Du Ziyu was relieved. Aunt Mei stuffed a date into his mouth with a plate, and said with a smile, "Oh, I lost weight again."

Du Ziyu smiled, and looked at the main room in a daze for a moment, as if the next moment, Mr. Du came out from inside, holding a newspaper, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses, and yelled at him like a bell: "Little bastard, I don't know when I'm here!" Come see your grandpa first!"

"I'm a standard figure. I said, Aunt Mei, you have to quickly adapt to international standards. Look at how fat and round my eldest sister has been feeding you!"

"You don't have such a mouth, brat!" The eldest sister glared over, Du Ziyu grinningly pulled Shen Shi and ran into the house, put the luggage away, the smile on Du Ziyu's face faded, turned and went to the old man's room, Shen Shi Follow him.

Mr. Du's room was cleaned up, only two black and white photos were placed together for worship. Du Ziyu and Shen Shi put incense sticks on grandparents together.

"Everyone is quite strong." Du Ziyu looked at the kind face of the second elder in the photo, and twitched the corners of his mouth: "Don't worry. Are you used to living in the new house? I know, you two must be happy every day when you are together flower?"

Shen Shi suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around Du Ziyu's shoulders, Du Ziyu raised his head inexplicably, met the kid's downcast gaze, and asked, "What's wrong?"

"That's right, I suddenly want to hug you." Shen Shi said, tightening his arms.

Du Ziyu hummed, looked at Mr. Du's photo, and said silently in his heart, Mr. Du, you are quite accurate when you look at people.

"On the mountain that day, what did the old man tell you?" Du Ziyu asked suddenly.

Shen Shi was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "He asked me, we two, who entered whose door..."

"Then what did you say?!"

"I said, you are my husband, he is very happy."

"..." Du Ziyu's body froze, and he smirked, and when he looked at the photo of the old man, his eyes averted a little.

I'm sorry, Mr. Du, your grandson doesn't live up to it...