After Xu Huaili observed Yang Xia's room, she nodded happily while saying thunderous words.

The workshop is indeed very small, except for a single bed against the inner wall and a desk by the window as a desk, only a small bookshelf and a chessboard by the door. However, as a person who has lived in the city for decades, he still makes the house quite clean, and the limestone floor, he does not sweep it with a broom, but mops it every day, so that there is not even a little dust on the ground.

The desktop, after a good layer of drawing paper, is also padded with a layer of red velvet, and fixed with a thumbtack, as for a single bed, it is more like a soldier's bed, clean and neat, a single bedside, and a single desk, the kind where one sits, on which a wooden box is placed, this is the place where Yang Xia dresses his clothes; Under the desk, a shoe rack was also made, and cloth shoes, slippers, white net shoes, and blue net shoes were placed very neatly, and there was no strange smell.

Yang Xia stood in front of the wooden box with a depressed face, listening to Xu Da Meinu's comments on her room.

As for finding a beautiful chess friend to play chess without suffering, it depends on whom, maybe Mr. Wen Zhiyuan plays chess with you, he can feast his eyes, and he will not suffer if he loses, but what about me, I am still a student, do I dare to stare at your sensitive parts casually? Do I dare to get closer to you?

Of course, Yang Xia's expression was pretended, even Yang Hong in his previous life was slightly inferior to Xu Huaili. This kind of inferiority is not in posture, but in temperament. Yang Hong's temperament is a combination of modern girls and elegance; And Xu Huaili seems to be a complete reproduction of classical, classical beauty, violin piano, guzheng guqin, none of which does not have an authentic classical taste.

Being able to play chess with such a beauty, in other words, is a blessing that Yang Xia cultivated in his previous life.

"Okay, don't rub it off, take out the chess, play chess so well, there will never be no chess pieces." Xu Huaili was not polite, almost regarded herself as half a master.

"Okay." Yang Xia reached out and took out two boxes of chess pieces from under the bed.

"Hey, this box is a little old, isn't it?" Xu Huaili seemed to have discovered a new world.

"It seems to be from the Ming Dynasty." Yang Xia said casually, these two ceramic boxes are actually not Go boxes, they are a bit similar to the boxes containing those valuable medicinal materials in ancient Chinese medicine pharmacies. However, it is not bad to use it to hold chess pieces.

"Where did you come from?" Xu Huaili asked. At the same time, the eyes were unceremoniously staring at the chess box.

"Ancestral in my family." Yang Xia won't say that he bought it, otherwise, if this guy takes a fancy to this chess box, wouldn't he be able to forcibly take it away with a higher price. It's an ancestral heirloom in my family, see what you can do.

However, these two things, which were really used as "tea boxes", were purchased by Yang Xiato's own grandfather. The Yang family started in the generation of grandfather Yang Yangao, indicating that grandfather Yang is a generation of characters in itself, we have all learned an idiom, called "chiseling the wall and stealing the light", Yang Yangao practiced a trick called "borrowing light from bird eggs" when he was a child, giving a poor scholar a nest of bird eggs, let the poor scholar teach him three words, the bird eggs are gone, just catch fish and shrimp, in short, try to learn some culture.

When he reached adulthood, his grandfather was able to read and hyphenate in this way, and he could fully understand ordinary readings such as "Thousand Character Text" and "Thousand Family Poems".

Slowly, grandpa's insight also rose.

However, Yang Xia dared to let his grandfather buy this thing, first, his grandfather is 73 years old this year, although his body is tough, but the people in the production team dare not let him participate in labor anymore, so his grandfather has become a free man who really controls time by himself. The second is that there are still many old objects in the township, and most of them are real, such as copper coins, silver dollars, bowls and plates, etc., which are basically worthless. As long as it is sure that it is genuine, a rare small copper coin, you can get it with a maximum of 5 cents of soft sister coins, and the ordinary 1 cent and 2 cents are already very remarkable, as for the silver dollar, of course, it is more expensive, but you can buy one by paying 1 yuan at most, because this thing was only worth more than ten yuan in the mid-eighties.

As for these two "tea boxes", they can only be said to be an unexpected joy, and it is impossible to meet them every time. If there is this thing inherited, the previous family must be a rich peasant or above, or a scholar's family, so that they can use elegant things like "tea boxes", ordinary poor and middle peasants, that is not to think about it.

Originally, it was most appropriate for my father to come forward to buy these old things. Although grandpa is not bad, grandpa still loses to his father in terms of overall cultural heritage. It's just that my father couldn't do without the production team, and later he was tied up by the pond fort project in the district, in short, my father didn't have this time.

Whatever the hell, take your time. In retrospect, Yang Xia also became conscious. Because no one recognized the value of these objects at this time.

"This seems to be an item from the official kiln in the Chenghua period." Xu Huaili suddenly burst out.

"Ni Media, this beauty is not simple, just observing from afar, I guessed that ** is not far from ten." Yang Xia sighed a little. In his previous life, Yang Xia intervened too late in the area of antiques, because he was too late to be "sensible", and he was also a person with half a jar of water, but fortunately, he happened to study the artifacts of the Ming Dynasty. As for the earlier Yuan Qinghua or something, when it was in his hands, I don't know if it's true or not.

"Teacher Xu, are we playing chess, or are we ......" Yang Xia reminded: This chess box is my family's ancestral, don't make up your mind.

"Hehe, chess. When I saw this box, I suddenly remembered my home...... Hey, forget it, let's play chess. Xu Huaili said freely.

Guess first, Yang Xia is white. However, after only more than ten moves, Xu Huaili was in a mess, and she didn't know where to put the chess, it was not that Xu Huaili was not good at chess, but that this chess box messed up her mind.

"Teacher Xu is from Shudu, right?" Yang Xia saw Xu Huaili's absent-minded appearance, so she had to put down her spirit and talk about it.

"Hey, how do you know?" Xu Huaili was very vigilant. Little is known about her origins.

"I guessed from your accent, listen to your accent, it's not from Wucheng, it's not from Taicheng in Luocheng, in a word, it's not from our Zuo Jin'er, then, the bigger place is Shudu." Yang Xia didn't dare to say that when Xu Huaili was speaking in dialects, a tail sound that only Shudu only had in her mouth from time to time.

"Hehe, you guessed it." Xu Huaili raised her hand and brushed her hair, and dropped another son.

Seeing that Xu Huaili's chess was back on track, Yang Xia also cheered up, he didn't want to lose to Xu Huaili, he won Xu Huaili in the game, so if he lost at this time, wouldn't he lose in vain? Even if you want to lose, you have to win two sets before you lose.

Sure enough, after Xu Huaili began to get serious, her cold and elegant chess style like herself began to appear. Fortunately, Yang Xia has also made some progress recently, otherwise, it is really possible to lose in vain.

"I don't understand, why are you so strong in chess, but you can't find your teacher?" An hour later, Xu Huaili put a few pieces on the chessboard to admit defeat.

"My grandfather can play chess, he taught me when I was a child, and then I was blind when I was in school, which is also the reason why my grades in primary school and junior high school are not very good.

"Can you tell me why you're so good at everything?" Xu Huaili asked again.

"Teacher Xu laughed, he stood out among the classmates of Chiquan Middle School, which one is so powerful?" Yang Xia did not accept the offer.

"There is some truth in your words, but you can stand out in every aspect, which is very powerful, I believe that even those so-called geniuses cannot be like you, academics, creation, chess, and martial arts, are very powerful!"

"Perhaps, my learning ability is better than that of ordinary people." Yang Xia gave way by half a step.

"One person beating 11 people's martial arts is also a learning ability?"

"Well, there is indeed another adventure. Do you know that we have a Dongyue temple in Laoma Mountain? I remember it was the summer vacation of the fourth grade of primary school, I was playing in the mountains, thirsty and went to the temple to ask for water, a monk named Ran said that he wanted to teach me a set of martial arts, I learned from him, and when I walked out of the temple, I found that it was almost dark. That's when I realized that I had been in the temple for most of the day. The next day, I went to Dongyue Temple again, but the old monk in the temple said that the monk who knew that he was a pending order, and left early this morning. No, I learned a set of kung fu and I didn't even have time to thank the master. ”

The most important part of this story compiled by Yang Xia is the old monk of Dongyue Temple, which is a real existence, but unfortunately, just a month before Yang Xia crossed, this monk also passed away, and Dongyue Temple really belongs to the wild temple at this time.

As for whether Dongyue Temple has ever been such a monk who has placed orders, it has become an unsolvable mystery. Perhaps, Yang Xia also commemorated his past life in this way, knowing the monk, yes, yes, thinking that life should be so free and easy.

"Yang Xia, work hard, this world may get better. Teacher, I'm leaving, and I'll play chess with you again next week today. After listening to Yang Xia, Xu Huaili said a nonsensical word, made an appointment for the next time, and then jumped away, the absolutely glamorous/beautiful/sexy/sensual back made Yang Xia's throat so thirsty that it smoked for a while.

"Ni Media, even fairy sister, are you a god?" Yang Xia sighed. Comparing Xu Huaili to a fairy sister is not the mentality of Yang Xia in the previous life, but the mixture of the knowledge of the previous life and the mentality of a teenager.

[ps: Brothers and sisters who think it's okay, give a collection and recommendation......]