Zhang Kehua is a southerner, although he has lived in Yanjing for decades, his hometown accent has not changed, and as he gets older, his homesickness becomes stronger.

The scenery in the courtyard, in addition to liking landscapes, simulates more of the environment of the hometown.

Jiang Chen's hand of the four seasons not only opened their eyes, but also made the plants in the yard several times more lush.

At first glance, I thought I was in the garden of my hometown.

Lush forests and bamboos, and flowers are covered.

Who would have thought that this is Yanjing in the middle of winter?

"Master Jiang, although my old Zhang is not an insider in your circle, I also know a little bit about it!" Zhang Kehua touched his chin.

He paced a few steps: "Yanjing is an industrial powerhouse, with a large population and serious pollution, and it has long been impossible to find a few traces of aura!"

"The plants in the yard grow wildly, the four seasons are reincarnated, presumably Master Jiang has used a lot of his own spiritual liquid, which is all red bills!"

After Zhang Kehua finished speaking, he laughed loudly, and everyone around him also laughed.

"I've been a horse all my life, and I don't understand human accidents, but I still have a little bit of research on where to spend money!" he continued.

The crowd looked at each other, not knowing what he was going to say.

Zhang Kehua's eyes were full of admiration when he looked at Jiang Chen: "Jiang Xiaoyou, oh, I should be called Master Jiang now, I spent a lot of money tonight, haha, I have face as a bad old man!"

Jiang Chen smiled: "It's a gesture!"

Zhang Kehua said with a smile: "I heard before that Master Jiang once showed his magic in Yanjiao Vineyard, it is better to see than to hear, and today I really opened my eyes!"

"Of course, how could I let Master Jiang show it for nothing?"

Jiang Chen became interested: "Oh?"

Zhang Kehua laughed, in a very good mood, and made a gesture of please: "Master Jiang, take a seat inside!"

A thought flashed in Jiang Chen's heart: What did this old fox say before, could it be that there was something good?

Midwinter, cold nights.

The three-storey Chinese-style villa is warm and brightly lit.

On the flower stand, the tender green narcissus and golden spring flowers are blooming, and a few pink orchids are in the blue and white porcelain vase, exuding a faint fragrance.

In the room, the Huanghuali furniture of Qingyishui is intricately carved and the shape is simple and exquisite.

On the square table under the central hall, there is a small bronze incense burner, which is simple and shabby, with mottled rust, and a layer of green patina on the two small ears.

There are several lines of large seals carved on the round belly, as well as some rare beasts.

There is a dark red sandalwood incense in the incense burner, which is burning faintly, with light smoke, the aroma is pervasive, the taste is very light, but there is an indescribable taste, which is very peculiar.

This time, there were only five or six people who accompanied Jiang Chen into the house, except for Zhang Kehua and Changchunzi.

Although the clothes of those people are simple and low-key, they look ordinary, but they are actually top Italian custom suits, and they all look very kind, but they still vaguely show a momentum of not being angry and arrogant.

Obviously in a high position, not an ordinary person.

After entering the door, Jiang Chen sniffed lightly, and was slightly shocked in his heart.

Because that strange sandalwood is actually a special product of Tibetan tantra, it is rarely outflowed, except for a few other executives and wealthy businessmen can get it, ordinary people can't see it at all.

This sandalwood looks simple, but it has a lot of origins.

Not only has it been blessed by secret methods, but also the materials are extremely exquisite, and there are hundreds of precious spices of sandalwood alone.

The most peculiar thing is that this sandalwood is filled with human oil.

Sandalwood has an extraordinary origin, and the incense burner is naturally not simple, Jiang Chen glanced at it roughly, and he could already conclude that this incense burner was still lying in an ancient tomb last month.

As for the age, at least it is a product of the Zhou Dynasty, which is thousands of years old.

Looking at the walls again, the whitewashed is flawless and spotless.

There are several simple ink paintings hanging on it, the most recent one is a group of shrimp painted by Qi Baishi at his peak, which was sold for 500 million yuan at last year's Poly Spring Auction.

The remaining two landscape paintings, one is the authentic work of Gu Kai of the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, and the other is the "Little Cold Forest" painted by Li Cheng, a landscape master of the Northern Song Dynasty.

The idea is lofty, and the style of painting is ethereal.

The ink and blue are refreshing.

Referring to the Hong Kong Island Christie's auction house a few years ago, other paintings by two painters were auctioned, and the two paintings on the wall are probably about 1 billion.

Authentic works of this level, which are usually exhibited in museums, can be seen here by private collectors, and are very rare.

Jiang Chen usually comes into contact with a lot of ancient Dandao books, but he rarely encounters ancient paintings.

So, I can't help but take a few more looks.

Zhang Kehua saw Jiang Chen's eyes on the painting, his eyes flashed, and he said with a smile: "Master Jiang also has a study of landscape painting?"

"I can't talk about research, but when I see ink and blue, I can always cultivate my sentiment!"

Zhang Kehua laughed: "Wonderful, you are here today!"

Jiang Chen glanced at Changchunzi, and Changchunzi immediately said: "Mr. Zhang is a collector of calligraphy and paintings, these paintings on the wall are rare, he is happy today, presumably Master Jiang can feast his eyes!"

Zhang Kehua said with a smile: "You guys sit down first, taste the Matouyan cinnamon sent by my nephew from Wuyi Mountain, warm up, let's start again!"

He clapped his hands, and two beautiful girls walked up with tea sets.

Put tea, brew, pleasing to the eye.

"Everyone, please!" Zhang Kehua picked up Huang Liang's tea soup, sniffed it, and drank it in one gulp, his expression quite enjoyable.

Jiang Chen glanced at it, although this tea was precious, compared to the spirit tea he cultivated in the Spirit Gathering Array, it was not a little bit worse, and it was not a level at all.

Zhang Kehua saw that Jiang Chen didn't drink it, and said with a smile: "Master Jiang, it looks like you have better tea!"

Jiang Chen was not modest, he took out a jar of spiritual tea from the storage ring and put it on the table, and took out half a bucket of spiritual liquid and cold water prepared with the mountain spring: "Drink me this!"

Zhang Kehua became interested: "Come, use Master Jiang's materials to make tea!"

The two beautiful and slender girls answered and changed the tea set again.

When the boiling water is brewed, the emerald green color quickly spreads in the white porcelain teacup, and the fragrant and mellow flavor spreads.

Zhang Kehua's spirit was shocked, he didn't care about the hot teacup, he leaned to his nose and sniffed, and the whole person was stunned.

Blew and drank it all.

Boom!

He slapped the cup on the table, wiped his mouth, and raised his voice a few decibels: "Good tea, really good tea!"

After hearing this, everyone picked up the teacups one after another, and then all of them had shocked expressions.

Changchunzi drank a cup: "Master Jiang's tea and water, all of which have been infiltrated with extremely pure aura, are stained with Lao Zhang's light, how can ordinary people drink it!"

What the?

Is there an aura in this tea?

After hearing this, the few people picked up the teacups again, didn't care about the hot ones, drank a few cups, and grinned hotly.

Zhang Kehua glared, very dissatisfied with this embarrassing situation.

Those people were forced by Zhang Kehua's coercion and put down their cups in embarrassment.

"Don't get in the way, drink as much as you want, it's enough!" Jiang Chen said with a smile.

So the people began to drink again.

Tea is over.

Zhang Kehua led Jiang Chen up to the second floor and into a windowless secret room.

"Thank you for the good tea just now, make an exception today, Master Jiang can pick one of the things in this room and take it away!"

(End of chapter)