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"what ever."
" Anyway, Yuan Lin can't lose money by buying this kind of thing. It just takes up some funds and space. Meng Zitao smiled and didn't say much.
Along the way, the two discussed their knowledge of antiques. Of course, Yuan Lin was basically asking questions and Meng Zitao was talking. When they were about to arrive at the hotel, Yuan Lin was so impressed by Meng Zitao's erudition.
Back at the hotel, everyone had dinner and then went back to their rooms. Meng Zitao quickly took out the Guanyin bottle. When he was about to study it, his cell phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was a local phone number.
"Is this Mr. Meng?"
"Yes, who are you?" Meng Zitao felt that the voice was somewhat familiar.
"I am Qian Linli."
"Oh, it's Mr. Qian." Meng Zitao asked with a smile, "How is your brother doing now?"
"The operation was successful. The doctor said that if he had been sent half an hour later, my brother would not have been able to be saved. In addition, thanks to you for stopping the bleeding in time."
"That's good." Meng Zitao was also very happy that he was fine.
"You saved my brother's life. On behalf of our whole family, I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you."
¡°Mr. Qian, there¡¯s no need to be so polite, I¡¯m just doing something for you¡¡±
The two sides exchanged a few polite words, and Qian Linli asked: "Mr. Meng, I wonder if you have time tomorrow?"
"What's the matter?"
"I would like to invite you to my house for a casual meal tomorrow. There is one more thing I want to ask you for help with. Is that okay?"
"What's going on?"
"That's what happened. My ancestors were actually the landlords of our village, and they passed down several treasures at the beginning. Although a lot was lost during those years, there were still a few things that were hidden by my grandma and passed down to this day. Now. My brother has some difficulties at home, so he wants to sell his things. I wonder if you can help?"
Meng Zitao felt a little strange and asked: "I would like to ask, the cost should be borne by the party responsible for the accident, right?"
Qian Linli smiled bitterly and said: "The car that caused the accident is owned by the company of a local ruffian like us. If there is insurance, there will be an insurance company to help compensate, but the car doesn't even have the complete procedures. It's impossible to get compensation from Cao Guangfa." money."
Meng Zitao said: "Since we are from his company, if we can escape, the monk can't escape from the temple, right?"
Qian Linli was very helpless: "He is dragging his feet and refusing to give. There is nothing we can do about him. We ordinary people can't compete with him. If we really push him to the limit, our lives will not be peaceful."
"In this case, it is really too cheap for him."
"It certainly can't be so cheap for him, but it won't be done in a while, and my nephew is going to buy a house and get married soon, so I can only sell the things. In fact, if the things are small, I will bring them to the city tomorrow The key items are too big, and we are not professionals and don¡¯t know how to transport them, so we can only trouble you to come over.¡±
"Okay, I'll go there tomorrow."
"Mr. Meng, thank you very much."
"You're welcome¡¡"
After chatting for a few words, Meng Zitao hung up the phone, and then turned his attention to the strange Guanyin bottle.
He took out a magnifying glass and carefully observed the Guanyin bottle from the inside out, but still found nothing. Moreover, there are no traces of treasure glaze or anything similar on the surface.
In other words, such an ordinary bottle can provide so much spiritual energy. Meng Zitao felt that this was obviously impossible. There must be secrets that he had not yet discovered.
Meng Zitao thought for a while and planned to start with the figure paintings on the surface of the Guanyin bottle. Maybe he could find some useful clues.
As mentioned before, judging from the content, this should be a story about a filial son, and the appearance of the mother and son in the three paintings has not changed, so it should be about the same mother and son.
Basically, the contents on the blue and white character bottles like this all have their origins. So, just based on the contents in the painting, you should be able to guess which story it is.
First of all, the son was fanning his bedridden mother, which reminded Meng Zitao of a famous story about a filial son, fanning his pillow to warm his quilt.
Many people know this story. During the Han Dynasty, there was a man named Huang Xiang in Jiangxia. He was just nine years old and already understood the principle of filial piety to his elders.
Whenever the hot summer comes, I fan my parents¡¯ tent to make the pillows and mats cooler and to avoid mosquitoes., just pour water in and wait twelve hours and you will know.
Next, Meng Zitao recalled some more and found that apart from the story mentioned above, he did not find other similar stories. For the time being, he could only treat a dead horse as a live doctor.
Since he had to go to Qian Linli¡¯s place tomorrow, it was not convenient for Meng Zitao to do the experiment, so he put the things in the safe in the room and stored them.
After sleeping until dawn, Meng Zitao washed up, punched a few times, and then went to have breakfast with Yuan Lin.
"Mr. Yuan, did Qian Linli call you yesterday?" Meng Zitao asked.
"Call me."
"Then do you plan to go?"
Yuan Lin said with some embarrassment: "Teacher Meng, I'm really sorry. An important guest came to my house and he will go back immediately. I can't pay you the same. In this way, please call me when you go back and I will give you Book a train ticket.¡±
Meng Zitao waved his hand: "Mr. Yuan, you're welcome. I won't do you any favors this time. Just treat me as a tourist in Jianzhou."
Yuan Lin shook his head repeatedly and said: "No, we have agreed on this a long time ago, and I have covered all the round-trip tickets."
Seeing Yuan Lin¡¯s insistence, Meng Zitao didn¡¯t feel comfortable refusing, so he agreed.
After breakfast, the two of them went back. Yuan Lin forced Meng Zitao to give him a red envelope as the appraisal fee. Originally, Yuan Lin did not receive anything satisfactory this time. Instead, Meng Zitao got a priceless treasure. I felt really bad about the red envelope, so Meng Zitao tried his best to reject it.
"Mr. Yuan, our friendship is not a temporary one, and you don't have to be like this. One day I will collect a treasure for you. Then you can give me a big red envelope."
Yuan Lin thought for a while and said with a smile: "Okay, then I will borrow your good words first."
Yuan Lin packed his luggage and set off to the train station.
"Aze, what's the matter?" Meng Zitao was about to call a taxi to Xizhuang when he received a call from Shu Ze.
¡°What, can¡¯t I call you if nothing happens?¡±
¡°It¡¯s the May Day holiday now, why don¡¯t you accompany your family member?¡±
"She is a very busy person, why should I accompany her?"
"Why do I feel sour in my face?"
Meng Zitao smiled teasingly. He now also knew something about Shu Ze and his fianc¨¦e. The two were childhood sweethearts, and Shu Ze's fianc¨¦e had liked him since childhood, but Shu Ze ignored his fianc¨¦e.
However, after entering college, Shu Ze discovered many advantages of his fianc¨¦e and gradually fell in love with him. However, because of his poor attitude in the past, there was a gap between the two, so the situation was reversed. Shu Ze spent a lot of effort , only then did the other party accept him again.
However, there is an old saying that good things come in hard times. Originally, the two were supposed to get married this year, but at the end of last year, due to some misunderstandings, Shu Ze's fianc¨¦e had a strong opinion. Therefore, when Zheng Anzhi celebrated his birthday last time, Zheng Anzhi's fianc¨¦e also did not come over.
Later, the two got back together again, but today, listening to Shu Ze's tone, it seemed that they had conflicts again. Meng Zitao was actually worried about Shu Ze, because in the end, he was often the unlucky one.
Shu Ze scolded: "I'm sorry for you. I also want to say, why did you go to Jianzhou and not accompany your family?"
Meng Zitao smiled and said, "She only does business during the holidays when she opens her shop. Why should I go?"
"Help with the business. You don't even think about doing such a favor. I think you are out of your mind, right?"
"Screw you, she has enough manpower and doesn't need my help. Besides, I don't know anything about infants and young children, so it won't be helpful. Okay, don't bother talking, let's talk about something."
"Where are you now?"
¡°Hotel, what¡¯s wrong?¡±
"Just wait, I'll be there soon."
"Ah, you came to Jianzhou?"
"Goodbye, let's talk when we meet."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Zitao waited at the door of the hotel for a while, then saw a luxury off-road vehicle parked in front of the hotel, and Shu Ze got out of the car.
Meng Zitao greeted him: "Okay, get in the car, I can go out now."
"Where to go?" Shu Ze asked.
"In the countryside, let's talk about the specific situation in the car."
"Then wait for me to go to the bathroom."
After a while, Shu Ze came back and the car started again.
Meng Zitao said to the driver: "Jiang Xing, let's go to Xizhuang, you can navigate it yourself." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com