readx;? The chess friends who came in behind Huo Sining and the others around them suddenly exploded as if they had exploded after hearing that the jar of pickles in the old Qi family was really an antique and that they could get 150,000 yuan in compensation. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"When I was a kid, I swam in the river and got the shards of those clay pots cut through the soles of my feet!

"Yes, when I was a child, I thought it was strange, and I asked my dad why there were so many jars in the river, but my dad said that it was floated down from the kiln factory above, and said that it was a jar made by the kiln factory, something that no one wanted, who would have thought that thing was actually an antique!"

"My grandmother also said that it floated down from the kiln factory, and there was indeed a kiln factory in the upper reaches of the river that fired brick and tile clay pots, and the jars buried in the river were very rough, and they were not as delicate as the jars used to feed our dogs, so no one picked them up. ”

"Speaking of which, the river is filled, isn't there a lot of Han Dynasty antiques buried underneath?"

"How can there be so many Han Dynasty clay pots, and where do these things come from?"

“……”

A group of old men talked a lot, but the old lady who made pickles was the most calm, even after hearing that she could get 150,000 yuan in compensation, she was unmoved, just looked at Zhou Shitao very calmly and asked:

"This old man, are you going to take my three pickle jars? Can you give me three pickle jars, otherwise I won't have a place to put these pickles." ”

Hearing the old lady's question, not only Zhou Shitao, but even Huo Sining couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth, and looked at the old lady a little speechlessly.

In the face of this sudden wealth, the old lady's first thought was not to get rich, but how to place her pickles.

This old lady really has a soft spot for her pickles.

The old man over there was simply crying stupidly by his wife, so he rushed up and grabbed his wife's arm fiercely, and scolded angrily:

"A loser girl, what pickle jar do you want, they gave us 150,000 yuan, and you can buy as many pickle jars as you want!"

The old lady was unconvinced: "This pickle took me more than half a year to make, I can't say that it will be destroyed, I don't want to give it to them, but they have to get me three jars in exchange, otherwise my pickles are not wasted?" I don't give them jars, I just can't bear to give me these pickles, I have pickled pickles in this jar for decades, and other jars can't pickle this taste!"

Speaking of the back, the old lady was a little crying.

Huo Sining and Gu Xu glanced at each other, and they both understood the meaning in each other's eyes.

Gu Xu smiled at the old lady and said, "Grandma, this matter is our dereliction of duty, you wait here, we will go and buy you three pickle jars back, and promise not to destroy your three jars of pickles." ”

As he spoke, Gu Xu walked directly out of the door, he remembered that on the way here, there was a grocery store that sold clay pots, cups and bowls, and there should be pickle jars in the store that the old lady wanted.

Gu Xu's speed was very fast, and in less than ten minutes, he found the shop according to his memory, and with the help of the shopkeeper, he delivered three pickle jars to the old lady's door.

Seeing the pickle jar, although it was new, the old lady was not so resistant, and took the jars with a smile, washed them with water, and wiped off the water stains, and then carefully vacated the three Han Dynasty antiques full of pickles.

Human beings always have a variety of channels to disseminate information, just this half an hour of effort, the news that the pickle jar of the old Qi family is an antique and was acquired by the Cultural Relics Bureau, it quickly spread, and many residents who are at home in the vicinity have rushed to the courtyard of the old Qi family, crowded in the yard full, all want to see this legendary pickle jar worth 150,000 yuan.

Surrounded by these residents, Huo Sining and his party were also quite distressed, but they had already notified the Cultural Relics Bureau, and the Cultural Relics Bureau got the news and attached great importance to it, and was already on the way to come, so although Huo Sining and the others were a little helpless against these onlookers, they still didn't say anything to stop it, and just waited for the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau to come and deal with it.

The three pickle jars were quickly vacated, and before she knew that the three jars were antiques from the Han Dynasty, the old lady naturally didn't matter how she bumped them, but after knowing that this thing was actually an antique from the Han Dynasty, the old lady didn't dare to slack off so casually.

Especially under the gaze of so many people, the old lady was even more nervous, and several times she almost couldn't even hold the jar steadily, and almost fell to the ground and shattered.

Seeing this situation, Zhou Shitao and Ji Kun were so frightened that they couldn't hold back anymore when they saw this, and refused to let the old lady do it again, Ji Kun directly took off his suit jacket, and didn't care that the clothes on his body were made for tens of thousands of yuan, so he directly hugged the pickle jar, and then let the old lady dig out her pickles underneath.

When the pickles were cleaned up and the three Han Dynasty antique clay pots were cleaned with clean water, several people invariably pinched a cold sweat.

After decades of pickle immersion and baptism, the three clay pots are really full of rich and mellow pickle fragrance, even after several baptisms of water, they still can't wash off this smell.

Zhou Shitao couldn't laugh or cry when he looked at it, but fortunately, only one of the three pickle jars had a gap in the edge, and the other two were still intact, which made Zhou Shitao's heart finally iron.

As soon as the three clay pots were cleaned here, I heard a noise outside the door, and someone shouted from the periphery: "The Cultural Relics Bureau is here." ”

As soon as the people inside heard this, they pushed them out of the courtyard one after another, and finally made a way.

Four or five people quickly walked in from the periphery, and the person headed by him was Hong Wenkun, the director of the Fucheng Cultural Relics Bureau, and when he saw that it was really Zhou Shitao standing in the courtyard, Hong Wenkun's eyes lit up, and he stepped forward excitedly, stretched out his hand to shake hands with Zhou Shitao:

"Old Zhou, when did you arrive in Fucheng, why don't you tell me, this is far away, we should go to the airport to pick you up, and pick up the wind and dust for you, where do you live, I have arranged a hotel for you here, I will take you directly over in a while, what do you think?"

As soon as Hong Wenkun opened his mouth, there was a strong bureaucratic atmosphere, and Huo Sining and Ji Kun on the side couldn't help frowning, not to mention the main Zhou Shitao who listened to his ears.