After being the guarantor, Morgan took Li Qingyuan out of the US Imperial Embassy, and it took a while to handle the visa review interview, so it was rare to come to China, and he was going to take a walk around China with Li Yunyang, and by the way, he would wait for Li Qingyuan's visa to be processed and return to the United States together.

Li Qingyuan put Morgan in a taxi and asked him to rush back to Huzhen to meet Li Yunyang.

Returned the temporarily rented Audi car, the time was unconsciously more than four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Qingyuan is a gluttonous eater, he not only eats a lot and is very particular about ingredients, it is easy to find a restaurant in the bustling metropolis of the magic capital, but it is difficult to find a restaurant that meets his heart.

There are many special snacks in the metropolis of the magic capital, Li Qingyuan has taken care of some before, there is a very famous snack in this Jing'an District - pork ribs rice cake, he is going to taste it, it is too far away from the campus during the university and has not had the opportunity to try it, today I can just try it.

In the Fuxing Middle Road next to the Minsheng Bank downstairs, there is such an old devil capital ribs rice cake shop, running this small shop is a couple of forty or fifty years old, the store is very small and vertical but one or twenty square meters, look around, there is a small room next to it can only walk sideways, and a few stools are placed outside.

On the conspicuous red kitchen table are several colorless, transparent plastic crates containing a handful of rice cakes and processed pork ribs.

This small shop will close at half past five in the evening, and there are not many diners in the store at this time, Li Qingyuan came by coincidence, if it was any later, he would not be able to eat.

Li Qingyuan, who didn't eat enough for lunch, swallowed his saliva, said hello to the proprietress with a smile, and asked for two rice cakes.

In the enthusiastic response of the proprietress, Li Qingyuan stood outside the kitchen and watched the ribs wrapped in flour being put into the oil pot, in the "snort" of the ribs into the pot and the "crackling" sound of the oil pot, the surface of the ribs gradually became golden, and the faint aroma of meat came, and Li Qingyuan's stomach unconsciously let out a hollow sound.

But in about ten minutes, two servings of pork ribs rice cake were made, Li Qingyuan paid for the meal, carried one and held one part, and walked while eating, the pork chops that were cut into two fingers wide were wrapped in sweet noodle sauce and spicy soy sauce, the taste was very crispy, sweet with a slight sour, the rice cake was soft and glutinous and fragrant, and the sweet noodle sauce was seamless.

Li Qingyuan quickly finished eating a pork rib rice cake, he sighed with his mouth, but unfortunately this delicacy, although the pork chops are fresh and the meat quality is average, if you can use free-range raw pork, this pork rib rice cake can definitely be said to be a must.

Li Qingyuan shook his head and sighed pity, but his mouth was very honest and went to nibble on another rib.

After eating the pork ribs rice cake and wiping his greasy mouth, Li Qingyuan threw the remaining garbage into the trash can.

Walking along Fuxing Road, he was going to find a hotel to settle down and return to Lin'an tomorrow.

At the intersection of Fuxing Road and Baoqing Road, Li Qingyuan saw a pair of elderly people blocking passers-by at the intersection from a distance, the old man was holding a blue pattern paper tube in his hand, looking at the style Li Qingyuan was very familiar, this thing was very much his grandfather, it was used to hold calligraphy and paintings.

Li Qingyuan, who has been influenced by the old man since he was a child, is still very interested in calligraphy and painting, although his appreciation ability is average, it does not hinder his curiosity.

Li Qingyuan quickened his pace towards the two old men, saying that it was too late, and when he didn't walk to the old man's side, a young man dressed in black, wearing a white peaked cap, and a mask on his face jumped out from under the plane tree on the side of the road, he flashed towards the two old men, snatched the calligraphy and painting tube from the old man's hand, and before the two old men reacted, he galloped in the direction of Li Qingyuan and prepared to run away.

After the calligraphy and painting tube got his wish, Xiang Hang Yu secretly rejoiced in his heart, he had been staring at the two old guys for the past few days, and it was really right, he had spent so much thought in vain, and he should make a small fortune today.

Xiang Hangyu's series of actions all fell in Li Qingyuan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, this guy has three directions to escape but he came in his own direction, it seems that he must have been premeditated, otherwise he was standing such a tall man, and there was no reason to rush over here.

Regardless of whether Li Qingyuan is willing to help others or not, things have developed to this point, and what he can solve as long as he stretches out his hand a little bit, he has to reluctantly do it.

Xiang Hang Yu, who was immersed in joy, didn't notice Li Qingyuan's outstretched left foot, because her speed was too fast, this hand fell three meters away, lying straight on the ground, and the calligraphy and painting tube rolled several meters away along the street.

Li Qingyuan turned around and straddled his body, walked to the calligraphy and painting tube in the distance and bent down to pick it up, the calligraphy and painting tube fell out of a depression, Li Qingyuan pulled out the calligraphy and painting tube and looked at the painting scroll in one eye, and found no damage, so he closed it again.

The two old men had already rushed over, and in their thousand thanks, Li Qingyuan handed back the calligraphy and painting cylinder in his hand.

Xiang Hangyu's fall was not light, his face landed directly on the ground, and now he sat on the ground with blood on his face and was a little dazed, he didn't know how it happened.

With a hint of pity on his face, Li Qingyuan squatted down in front of him and said, "If you don't study well at a young age, do you know how to stipulate the sentence for street robbery in the punishment?" Whoever robs public or private property by violence, coercion or other means shall be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years, which is already the lightest punishment!"

Li Qingyuan has a double bachelor's degree, one of which is law, and he will come as soon as he opens his mouth for criminal punishment.

Beckoning to the two old men, Li Qingyuan asked them, "What are you two old men going to do with this matter?"

The two old men looked like they were about sixty or seventy years old, their clothes were old but neatly tied, and their weather-covered cheeks revealed a sense of helplessness and anxiety.

The old man glanced down at Xiang Hangyu, whose face was covered with blood, and said, "This little comrade, we don't know what to do. ”

The old man's approach is no different from that of the vast majority of Chinese, as long as he has nothing to lose, he does not want to be held accountable. Since the parties do not want to be held responsible, there is nothing Li Qingyuan, a third party, can do.

He stretched out his leg and kicked Xiang Hangyu and said, "You kid is lucky, uncle and aunt won't hold you accountable, don't leave quickly." ”

Xiang Hangyu's front teeth had been knocked off, and he couldn't even speak with a mouthful of blood, but he was still tough, he fell so hard but didn't say a word, stood up with his mouth and nose covered, stared at Li Qingyuan with murderous eyes, and limped along the road ahead.

When Xiang Hangyu's figure disappeared around the corner of the street, Li Qingyuan turned his gaze, and the two old men looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do.

"Uncle and aunt, how dangerous it is to sell calligraphy and paintings on the street like this, you have just experienced it, you should be glad that he only wants to rob your calligraphy and paintings, if he hurts you, it will be even more unworthy. If you have confidence in your calligraphy and paintings, you should take them to the auction house and auction them, why take such a big risk here!"

The old lady on the side was touching her tears, and the old man stretched out his hand to cover the calligraphy and painting tube and sighed, and said, "We don't know about the auction house, but we urgently need money, so we have to sell paintings everywhere." In the past few days, I have seen that in the eyes of passers-by, we are a pair of old liars. ”

"I don't know if you're liars or not, but I'd like to see your calligraphy and paintings, uncle, and if it's okay, maybe I'll buy it." ”

Li Qingyuan's words seemed to make the two old men find support, and after a little hesitation, the old man agreed to Li Qingyuan's request, and said: "Since you have said what the young man, let's go to an oil painting gallery in front of us and take it out for you to see!"

This oil painting gallery is on the road when he came, and it is only about a hundred meters away.

The old man in the oil painting gallery was very familiar with this place, so he found a wooden table and opened the scroll in the calligraphy and painting tube.

Li Qingyuan stepped forward, this is a "Birthday Picture", the whole picture scroll depicts the fairy world of the fairy mountain pavilion, Magu and the maid step on the auspicious clouds from the sky, the characters are plump and full, the jade face is dignified and elegant, it is a typical skillful and elegant female image, the pine tree in the lower right of the picture scroll is evergreen, which means longevity.

There is an inscription in the upper left corner of the scroll: "Kangxi is ugly and ugly in August, and he is the seventh birthday of Mrs. Fan's mother." Gu Jianlong. "Xuan" Gu Jianlong Seal "White Text Seal."

Although Li Qingyuan has some knowledge of calligraphy and painting, he can't know who Gu Jianlong is.

This picture of the birthday makes Li Qingyuan's heart flutter, his grandmother's 70th birthday is approaching, this painting is definitely the best gift for the birthday.

"Uncle, this painting looks good, I don't know how much you are going to sell it for?"

Seeing Li Qingyuan asking the price, the old man's eyes flashed with excitement, and he hurriedly replied: "I have treasured this painting for decades, if I am not in a hurry to use the money, I am reluctant to sell it, I will not frame you, you can take it away for 300,000 yuan." ”

Putting aside how much this calligraphy and painting can be worth for the time being, these two old men and old ladies are in a hurry to use the money for a reason, Li Qingyuan is ready to inquire about the situation before making a decision.

"Uncle, this painting is worth 300,000 yuan for the time being, I'm curious why are you in a hurry to use the money for?"

Li Qingyuan's words can be regarded as inquiring about people's privacy, the old man and the old lady walked aside and muttered for a while, the old lady said with a sad face: "There is nothing bad to say to you about this, my son had a car accident three days ago, the driver who caused the accident ran away, and my son spent more than 200,000 yuan for surgery, and we borrowed money from all over the world to pay the money, but the borrowed money always has to be repaid!"

Li Qingyuan didn't want to be a gentleman in vain, and he didn't want to be a villain who took advantage of people's dangers, isn't it really as the old lady said to go and see her son, so he put forward his own requirements.