He Cheng and Pei Zhiyong slept for a long time, and when they got up, it was already more than three o'clock in the afternoon, this was still He Cheng was woken up by urine, Pei Zhiyong was even more desperate, he got up at noon and ate something and then fell asleep in bed, and later asked him that he didn't even know that he had gotten up, and he said that he thought he was dreaming. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"What does this smell like, so fragrant?" He regretted that he wanted to go back to bed and continue sleeping when he came back from going to the toilet, but his nose suddenly smelled a strong fragrance, so he patted Pei Zhiyong's ass and asked.

"Are you annoying, don't disturb me to sleep......" Pei Zhiyong muttered that he didn't want to get up, and he couldn't call him anymore, so he walked towards the kitchen alone.

"You two boys can really sleep, you can't even get up to eat, you're hungry, aren't you?" After He Cheng entered the house, he saw that Old Man Chen was squatting next to a stove smoking a big cigarette pouch, and there was a clay pot on the stove that looked like it was a little old, and the fragrance came from it.

"Don't be hungry......" He Cheng scratched his head embarrassedly, and just after speaking, his stomach growled, He Cheng blushed and laughed at himself, "I was hooked out by the fragrance in your pot, what are you stewing, it's so fragrant!" ”

"If you're hungry, you're hungry, what's this, you're welcome, just treat this as your own home, you go and call Xiao Yong up, wait for us to drink Feilong soup together!" The old man lifted the lid on the top of the clay pot and looked inside, and said with a smile, the fragrance immediately wafted out of it, He Cheng smiled, nodded and walked towards the bedroom.

For the flying dragon, He regret also knows a little, I used to listen to Pei Zhiyong boast to them when I was in college, how about the flying dragon soup, at that time they also checked the relevant information separately, the flying dragon bird, produced in the Daxinganling area of Heilongjiang, Changbai Mountain also has sporadic distribution, belongs to the bird grouse family, the body shape is very similar to a pigeon, the weight is between six taels and nine taels, the meat is white and tender, and the chest muscles are large and plump. Its neck bones are long and curved, like a keel; The legs are short and have feathers, and the claws have scales, just like the dragon's claws, so it is named "flying dragon bird". Flying dragon birds mostly inhabit shrubs or pine and birch mixed forests, male and female in pairs, inseparable, have the reputation of "mandarin ducks in the forest". "Flying Dragon" is often used as a high-quality soup dish, the meat is white and delicate, the taste is delicious and abnormal, and it is refreshing.

People have always had little resistance to deliciousness, and He regret is no exception, he climbed on the kang and pulled the belt to wake up Pei Zhiyong, but this product just didn't want to get up, until he smelled the fragrance wafting out of the kitchen, it was as if someone had poured a basin of cold water, and jumped off the bed with his eyes open.

The old man's pot is not an ordinary flying dragon soup, I heard the old man say, he also put half a wild ginseng in the pot for more than 50 years, these are all great supplements, those rich people can't eat such pure natural game even if they spend money.

The three of them solved the flying dragon soup in the pot almost without much effort, and the old man of the flying dragon meat was not willing to eat it, so he left it all to He Cheng and Pei Zhiyong, these two goods were not polite, and finally almost gnawed the bottom of the clay pot, and after being full of wine and food, He Cheng and Pei Zhiyong were still rubbing their bulging stomachs, reminiscing about the taste of the flying dragon.

"Old man, your jar is good, it's been some years, right?" After eating, everything was confiscated, and the three of them sat on the kang and chatted, He regret thought that Old Man Chen's jar looked good before, but now that he saw it, it was covered with cracks and looked quite quaint, through the cultivation of the past six months and the exposure from childhood to adulthood, He regret almost dared to conclude that the origin of this clay pot must not be simple.

In fact, He Cheng was paying attention to this clay pot when he was eating before, with an open mouth, flat edge, square lips, short neck, wide shoulders, round belly, small flat bottom, gray and white body, the lower part of the abdomen is decorated with irregular horizontal and vertical rope patterns, and the upper part is engraved with unicorn beasts. In August 1988, a similar clay pot was discovered when Jining Normal College in Shandong Province was building a teaching building.

"You said this, it's not worth it, I picked it up with a few old friends on the Snow Mountain a few years ago, and I picked up several of them at that time, and I took it back when I saw that this was pleasing to the eye......" Old Man Chen didn't notice the change in He Cheng's face at all, and was still talking to himself.

"You said that this clay pot was picked up in Daxue Mountain, which is the main peak of Changbai Mountain?" He Cheng was excited, and before the old man could finish speaking, he asked.

"No, I picked it up on the Yongfeng Peak next to it and on the side of Dragon City on the other side of Dragon City, don't tell me this thing is an antique!" Old Man Chen looked at He regret with some disbelieving.

"Grandpa, you don't know, He regrets that his father is a famous archaeologist, and He regret is also in the antique business now, if he wants to say that your thing is valuable, then it is estimated that you have really stepped on shit." Pei Zhiyong saw He Cheng's serious face, and said to Old Man Chen, but his words were sour, in fact, it is no wonder, everyone is studying history, He Cheng can still do what he likes after graduation, but he can only work in the library through his grandfather's relationship, which makes him very envious, but he also sees it quite openly, envy is envy, but how can he live a life.

"I can't guarantee it, but judging from the appearance, this jar should be some years old, if Old Man Chen doesn't mind, I can find someone in this area for you to see." He Cheng looked at it again, and then carefully put the clay pot on the table and said seriously.

"Don't be so troublesome, old man, I still have some savings, enough to drink alcohol usually, if this thing is true, I won't need it to make soup in the future, and when I die, I'll leave it to Xiao Yong." The old man laughed, looking at the jar on the table with big eyes, his face full of disbelief.

"Then old man, if you have time, can you take me to the place where you picked up the jar?" He Cheng always felt as if there was an inexplicable force pulling him, and consciously told him that there might be something he wanted on the Yong Peak, but he couldn't even tell what it was, so he unconsciously spoke.

"That's no problem, I originally planned to go to Dragon City in a few days to meet old friends, and you and Xiao Yong will go with me when the time comes! However, I can state in advance that after all these years, I can't guarantee that I will find a place, and even if I do, I may not be able to find a treasure. The old man smiled indifferently, but the look in his eyes at He Cheng had an inexplicable meaning.

"Grandpa Chen, don't worry, if you still pick up the treasure and return it to you, I just want to go and see it." He regret knew that the old man must have misunderstood, and hurriedly explained.

"Grandpa, when the time comes, you and the curator will help me ask for leave." When Pei Zhiyong heard that he was going to Dragon City, his eyes lit up and he took the old man's arm and shouted.

"Okay, then you go out for a walk, and I'll take you to the mountains tomorrow! Let's see if we can catch another flying dragon and come back to fight the tooth sacrifice. The old man slapped Pei Zhiyong's head and laughed loudly.