Luo Qingxue knew that the old guys that her grandfather was talking about were a few retired generals in the sanatorium, they usually walked close, and often got together to talk about the mountains.

"Grandpa, you are ready to treat again, Grandpa Li and Grandpa Xiao will be happily unable to sleep again." Luo Qingxue said.

"Those old guys, I think they are also very happy, especially the old man Li, if there is nothing to do, he will take out the broken gun to show off, the broken gun is old, and he always blocks me." The old general held the saber and looked at it carefully, looking at it in love.

"What gun is that? It's always blocking you. Luo Qingxue was a little curious.

"That gun is decades old, I don't know where Old Man Li got it. I heard that it was seized from the hands of the Japanese Kou, but he didn't get it anyway, it was given to him by someone else, and a pistol used by an adjutant to show off for most of his life. Now, I see him showing off his ass in front of this general's saber. ”

The old general suddenly burst out with a swear word, and everyone knew how much the old general liked this saber, and he had eaten it for most of his life, and once he got snow, his heart would be so happy.

When Liu Long saw the old general like this, he was apprehensive, and said tentatively: "This saber is good, but I'm afraid it's not very suitable as a gift." ”

"Why can't a saber be a gift? We've fought for most of our lives, and knives and guns are our favorite gifts, and I even gave him a gun! The old general pointed to the sky with his finger, and the "he" in the old general's mouth was the old superior in the old general's heart, and the old man on the top of the pyramid now.

Wang Xiaowang saw that the old general had carried the old man out, and signaled Liu Long not to talk about it anymore, otherwise it would be disrespectful to the old man, he was the existence of the whole Huaxia god, and he could not be blasphemed. Liu Long had no choice but to remain silent.

Ye Zifeng unexpectedly sent a saber to the old general, which made the old general happy, which surprised everyone. This old and young do not play cards according to common sense.

"Even if the old general likes the gift from Xiao Ye so much, then let's see what good treasures he has?" Zhang Daqing saw that Ye Zifeng still had two gift boxes, so he wanted to see them.

"Yes, there are any treasures that can be taken out for us to see." Wang Xiaowang lost a little in the gift to the old general, but he was not completely defeated, he wanted to see what other good things Ye Zifeng had to take out as gifts.

The second gift that Ye Zifeng took out was the white-glazed white porcelain statue of He Chaozong's big-bellied Miluo Buddha, delicate as jade, with a calm demeanor, and it was a god in Dehua white porcelain. At that time, Ye Zifeng was auctioned for 1 million yuan on the black market of cultural relics.

Seeing Ye Zifeng take out the white-bellied Buddha white porcelain statue as a gift, Liu Long snickered, among these people, only he knew the origin of Ye Zifeng's white-bellied Buddha statue.

That time, when Liu Long found out that Ye Zifeng took this Buddha statue at a price of 1 million, he specially asked Cao Ye, with Liu Long's identity, Cao Ye did not hide him, Cao Ye told him that this Buddha statue is a treasure in Dehua white porcelain, and the price is naturally expensive, of course, the price of 1 million is obviously too expensive, and the price on the market is now about 30. The price of 1 million, unless it is the work of He Chaozong. When He Chaozong made porcelain, he would leave his own money, but this Buddha statue did not, so he could not be He Chaozong's porcelain sculpture.

"Ha, Brother Ye, you are very interesting, you are sending knives and Buddhas. Could it be that Grandpa Luo put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot? Wang Xiaowang said smartly. Everyone felt that what Wang Xiaowang said was not unreasonable, and they all looked at Ye Zifeng.

"The knife can be used to kill demons and eliminate demons, and there are also fighting to defeat the Buddha in the Buddha." When Ye Zifeng was preparing the gift, he didn't think about this stubble at all, and at this time, when the defendant Wang Xiaowang asked, he felt dumbfounded.

"You are stupid, you are fighting to defeat the Buddha with a golden hoop stick, not a knife. You compare me to that monkey, do you want me to make trouble in the Heavenly Palace? The old general pretended to be angry and lightly tapped Ye Zifeng on the forehead with his scabbard.

The old general's words caused everyone to laugh, and Luo Qingxue laughed the happiest, because she saw her grandfather knocking Ye Zifeng's forehead twice with the scabbard, and she knew that her grandfather had completely accepted Ye Zifeng.

Every time Luo Qingxue played with her skin, the old general would gently tap her forehead with his fingers to show his love.

The third gift is for Mayor Luo, everyone sees that it is a tin can, the tin can is used to hold tea, you don't have to guess, you know that it is tea, Longjing, Tieguanyin These famous teas they have drunk, they think Ye Zifeng is a big deal to send this kind of famous tea. There is nothing unusual about it.

"Tea, good! Good! Mayor Luo cherished the words like gold, took the tin can and put it on the coffee table beside him.

"Dad, won't you open it and take a look?" Luo Qingxue reminded.

Luo Qingxue was very excited when she saw Ye Zifeng giving this can of top-grade red robe to her father as a gift. She didn't know the value of the saber, nor did she know the price of the white-glazed statue of He Chaozong's big-bellied Miluo Buddha, but she knew what this jar of big red robes that could only be enjoyed in top families in China represented! And Ye Zifeng took it out without hesitation and gave it to his father, this is Aiwu and Wu.

"Isn't it just tea? Don't look at it. Mayor Luo covered up for Ye Zifeng.

Mayor Luo knew that the saber given by Ye Zifeng was not worth anything at all, although the old general liked it very much, but it was a bit opportunistic as a gift.

And that Buddha statue is worth tens of thousands in his cognition. It can't be compared with Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone Map" sent by Wang Xiaowang.

Then this tea is considered a famous tea, but in front of these children of the family, it is a very ordinary thing, and there is nothing outstanding about it. So in order to take care of Ye Zifeng's face, Mayor Luo did not open the tin can in front of everyone.

"Uncle Luo, open it and take a look, let's also see what kind of good tea Brother Ye sent? Unexpectedly, Brother Ye also likes to drink tea, and I have the opportunity to send some Longjing, Dahongpao, Tieguanyin, and Pu'er to Brother Ye to taste. The meaning of Wang Xiaowang's words is very obvious, that is, those Longjing, Dahongpao, Tieguanyin, and Pu'er should not be taken out to be embarrassing.

"My jar is also a big red robe, I don't know if it's better than the big red robe in Brother Wang's house?" Ye Zifeng said neither humbly nor arrogantly.

Now that Ye Zifeng has said what kind of tea leaves are in the tin can, Mayor Luo has no need to cover it up for him.

When Mayor Luo opened the tin can, a fragrant aroma of orchids permeated the air, which made people feel refreshed. Mayor Luo looked at the tea leaves in the tin can with a greenish, brown and fresh color, tightly knotted ropes, and slightly twisted shapes.

"This... This.... Is this the big red robe? "Mayor Luo completely lost his temper.

"A big red robe, that's it for you?" Zhang Daqing quipped when he saw Mayor Luo's appearance.

"It's the big red robe on that tree." Mayor Luo then said.

"What? Is it the big red robe on that tree? ”

This time, Zhang Daqing became nervous, and hurriedly walked in front of Mayor Luo, looking at the tea leaves in the tin can, with a strange face.

"Isn't it?" Zhang Daqing's voice was very small, so small that only the people standing next to him could hear it, as if the voice was loud, and the tea would change.

At this time, everyone looked at Ye Zifeng, and they all wanted to know if the tea leaves in this tin can were the big red robe on the tree? If yes, what does it mean for everyone to know? In front of the rare red robe that is sought by the top families in China, what kind of special supply from the state, thirty years of aging is pediatric, and it can't be put on the table.

In everyone's inquiring gaze, Ye Zifeng nodded slowly, confirming that this was the big red robe on the tree.

"Ten pieces! No, eight pieces, eight pieces will not work, I only need eight pieces. ”

Zhang Daqing immediately talked to Mayor Luo about the deal. He knew what it meant to have this top-notch red robe, which was no longer a tea, but a symbol of identity and ability.

"No, no one!" Mayor Luo closed the tin can tightly, and hid the tin can in his arms like a child.

"Is that five pieces okay?"

Zhang Daqing begged Mayor Luo like a child, but Mayor Luo shook his head desperately and refused to die. Looking at these two old children, Ye Zifeng and Luo Qingxue both smiled.