At the end of October in Qingcheng, the sultry heat in the air finally dissipated a little, and the osmanthus on both sides of the alley stubble one after another, the air was sweet and greasy, but it was addictive.

As the most life-like place in Qingcheng, in the evening, the old men and old ladies finished eating, as expected, they all gathered under the osmanthus tree, and each person had a thermos cup, and the tea leaves and wolfberries in the cup were suspended up and down while the heat was hot, and finally swayed enough to sink to the bottom.

The car couldn't drive in, so Mu Qichen walked in specially.

"Mu ...... Mr. Mu, we ...... This old street has ...... It's a bit historical, but it's a few ...... For hundreds of years, we have been in Qingcheng for a ...... A scene. ”

The man stammered, but Mu Qichen still smiled and nodded, and just as he was about to speak, he heard a suona sound that broke through the sky, and the world-famous song Zhu Bajie carried his daughter-in-law, so it sounded happily.

Mu Qichen, who has always been calm, also moved his cheeks slightly when he heard this cheerful voice at first glance, and couldn't help laughing.

It's a pity that the trees are so thick that you can't see the people who play it.

"Mr. Mu...... We...... Let's move on...... Let's go?"

Wang stammered and saw that Mu Qichen was curious, and urged.

The two of them had just walked a few steps, and they heard the suona sound stop abruptly, accompanied by a gong in the interval, and Mu Qichen couldn't help frowning, but soon, he heard a cheerful and clear female voice: "Na, Zhu Bajie's daughter-in-law is over here, and then I will perform a second spring reflecting the moon for everyone!"

Mu Qichen just wanted to praise her for playing this suona well, but immediately regretted it.

With the sound of the erhu, the stammering covered his ears for the first time, and Mu Qichen's teeth were inexplicably sore, thinking to himself, a handful of erhu for a lifetime, and the suona sounded at the end of the whole play, this girl is interesting, first blow the suona, and then pull the erhu, a bit of a taste of death and then life.

At the end of the song, Mu Qichen only felt that his ears were ravaged, but those old men and old ladies still liked it very much, and they applauded very energetically, and even the old people playing cards around them shouted a few hellos.

Mu Qichen became even more curious, rubbed his ears, and walked up.

Through the crowd, Mu Qichen finally saw the true face of this performer.

The little girl looked a little malnourished, but her eyes were dark and smart, her long black hair was tied at random, her performance just now was very hard, the hair tied to the back of her head was a little scattered, her little face was flushed, and she looked a little unspeakably good-looking.

When he saw someone, his eyes lit up, and he immediately became excited, and smashed Mu Qichen: "This ...... That's what it is...... That's what you're looking for...... Tang Dynasty...... Tang Nguyen!"

This little girl who looks malnourished is the master he has worked so hard to find?

"Mr. Wang, I believe you to help me find someone, but this child you are looking for, are you sure she is a porcelain restoration master?"

Mu Qichen thinks of it, the little girl in front of her who shook her head couldn't afford those few big words.

Stammering blushed and speechless, Mu Qichen somehow took out a small bottle and threw it into stammer's arms: "I heard that you drank wine and spoke smartly, drink it!"

He stammered and was overjoyed, drank hard, his whole body was comfortable, his eyes were slightly red, he spoke a lot more neatly, and he hurriedly defended himself: "Mr. Mu, it will never be wrong, my king has been in Qingcheng for so many years, and the sources have always been 100% accurate, how can he damage his signboard!"

Mu Qichen's eyes were still cold: "Heh, if my news is not wrong, you led a jade trade last month, and in the end the thing was fake, and the employer lost a lot of money.

Wang stammered, his face immediately became empty, and he smiled flatteringly: "Mr. Mu, do what we do, it's good to match, that thing is real or fake, this is none of our business, I am really wronged in this matter!"

Mu Qichen didn't understand what was going on, and snorted coldly at the moment: "Are you sure, then Tang Ruan's repair skills are really superb?"

"That's not it!"

Wang stammered his palm and slapped his hand on the back of his hand, and his body stood up a little: "This Tang Ruan, there is indeed no reputation in the Qingcheng antique world restoration world, but it just so happens that a few years ago, I also helped a customer to repair a porcelain thing, but the damage was really serious, and others couldn't do it." ”

Mu Qichen's face eased slightly: "And then?"

He stammered and smiled, poured himself a few sips of wine, wiped his mouth happily and exhaled, and said excitedly: "Then, and then the customer was very sad, and I met Tang Ruan, who took the initiative to come to my customer and said that he could repair the porcelain." ”

Mu Qichen's eyes changed slightly, and a hint of contemplation floated.

Wang stammered and continued: "I didn't care about it at the time, until half a month later, I saw the customer again, so I asked casually, but I didn't expect the customer to invite me to visit the repaired thing, heh!

Wang stammered, his eyes were shining: "God, Mr. Mu, it was really repaired when it was broken into such a thing, it was pleasing to the eye, and he was a master, so this time, I heard that you spent a lot of money to find a porcelain restoration master, and I recommended Tang Ruan to you, this is Tang Ruan!"

Mu Qichen looked at him coldly: "Then have you ever seen this girl repaired with your own eyes?"

Wang stammered dumbfounded.

"Since it's just a repaired finished product, how can you be sure that it was repaired by this girl?

Wang stammered that he didn't expect Mu Qichen to be so serious, and he regretted taking this order a little.

These brokers have long been the products of the past, the legacy of the old times, to put it bluntly, in modern times, they are an intermediary, that is, a lala relationship, and this real estate agency cannot guarantee that the house is a boutique.

"This, this, here, here, here, here, here, here, "Anyway, it's not a loss to ask. ”

Mu Qichen is angry and funny, but when he thinks of his grandfather, he can only come and be at ease.

"I'll take care of the rest of the matter, so don't interfere. ”

Mu Qichen said a word, and Wang stammered and quickly responded with a smile.

At this time, Tang Ruan had just finished her performance, her mood seemed to be very happy, her dark eyes were full of cunning, she stretched out her hands with a smile, and the old men and old ladies surrounding her each took out a small bag from her side, Mu Qichen was curious, leaned forward, and saw that those small bags were filled with vegetables and fruits.

Tang Ruan smiled and took the vegetables and fruits from everyone's hands, patted his buttocks, and immediately shouted at the door behind him: "Grandma!

Looking at the little girl's bright smile, Mu Qichen couldn't connect her with the information he received, a master porcelain restorer, with superb craftsmanship, and a simple house.

Is this called a deep dwelling?

Just when Mu Qichen was thinking about it, he saw a sudden commotion in front of him, and then he heard someone shouting: "Thief, catch the thief!"