Finally, the lotus root is a little difficult to do.

A load of lotus root silk can be made into one-tenth of a tael of ink clay at most.

This is a treasure in the minds of literati that cannot be bought with any amount of money!

Introduce an old color batch!!

It turned out to be a hidden rich!

Dog Day Drip!

I don't know how much I got when I was president?

Otherwise, he would be a master of picking up leaks pretending to be pigs and eating elephants!

"It's your little poodle's appetite for Lao Tzu. Others, want Lao Tzu to stamp? I can't take care of the emperor when I carry the emperor out."

"Less bragging."

I sipped my cigarette hard: "You only dare to stamp the painting on the vermilion white eye. If you have the ability, Emperor Daojun will also build one."

Zhu Baiyan is the nickname of Zhu Qi in the industry, and the source is that the birds he painted love to roll their eyes.

"Who said Lao Tzu didn't dare to build it?"

"Qianlong dares to cover it, and Lao Tzu doesn't dare to cover it? Lao Tzu's chapter was given by Qianlong to Feng Shen Yinde."

I raised my right hand and said, "You cover!"

The old man screamed, "Cover it!"

As he spoke, the old man copied Tian Huang Zhangzi and pasted a pestle on Song Huizong's book!

However, in the next second, the old color batch was stubbornly frozen.

Gritted his teeth and glared at me fiercely, looking at the only authentic cursive handwriting of Song Huizong in the ages, Tian Huang Zhangzi, who was holding a steamed bun in his hand, shook it several times, and finally gave up.

At this moment, my admiration for the old color batch came spontaneously!

It stands to reason that being able to stamp the seal of appreciation on the authentic works of peerless celestials like Song Weizong, who only came out twice in 2,000 years, is the greatest pride and honor of a literati.

But!

But the old critic refused to do so.

There's just one reason!

He doesn't deserve it!

It's not that he doesn't deserve it!

Instead, the old critic felt that he had not yet reached the height of being able to stamp the authentic works of Song Huizong!

This kind of first-class national treasure is to be kept for generations. passed on to future generations.

One or two hundred or eight centuries later, when future generations of descendants see this calligraphy, they will also be like us, screening and appreciating each seal.

When we see the old color stamp stamp, our descendants will consult the history books and find the old color lot. Flip through the world's evaluation of the old color batch.

Just as we now look through our predecessors.

Stamped the paintings of the Bada Shanren, and the old color batch is eligible.

There is no doubt about that!

On the bottle chrysanthemum picture and landscape album, there is Long Yao's stamp.

Long Yao can cover it, and the old color batch can also cover it!

But to stamp the authenticity of Song Huizong, the level of the old color batch is still a little bit worse!

The entire Shenzhou, including Xia Hail and Yuan Hong, is a little bit worse!

The morality of the old color batch!

I admire!

Strength!

I admire it even more!

"Do you want these rare treasures from me?"

"Why don't you ask me what I do for your stamp?"

"Nonsense! I asked if you want these babies of mine? I see you kid in the eye, as long as you are willing to call me......

"Don't!"

After saying this, he threw down two packets of cordyceps and rhodiola, grabbed his things and left.

The old man squinted at me and smiled, and said in a long tone, "Call Master to listen, Lao Tzu will send you a fourteenth elder brother's red sandalwood bookcase and put all these things in it." Take it home and play with it!"

I stood firm and turned back.

The old color critic sat on the sofa, and the pair of old eyes under the reading glasses revealed the unprecedented sea of stars rolling!

I walked back to the old man and approached him.

In an instant, the old man's heartbeat suddenly accelerated to one hundred and eighteen, and the mist that spewed out of his mouth hit all the reading lenses

Wet.

Boiling in the old eyes, indescribable anticipation and excitement!

I stared at the old man and said, "Get out!"

The old color batch suddenly puffed out his eyes and opened his mouth wide!

I reached out and took the cordyceps rhodiola back, and then turned around and walked away without saying a word.

The old man chased out of the door and scolded me in the back: "Little poodle, you remember it for me."

"If your master is deposed, the day I live in the prince's mansion, I will be the first to slaughter you and eat dog meat!"

"I'm more qualified to be your master than Cripple Cao."

"Boy! Come back and talk a little longer, and I'll show you my other good stuff!"

Holding the old color stamp of the bottle chrysanthemum and the landscape album went straight to the next station, and the other party signed and signed the charge, and quickly returned to the courtyard.

Yu Xiaoshi, as always, is still tirelessly playing the boring game of piecing together the somen Dading.

These days, including when I am not there, Lao Yu will take advantage of Saturday to come and find the plain ding.

I deliberately assigned a place for him in Sanjin Courtyard to let him concentrate on his own upside down.

But there is one thing, every time you enter the Sanjin Hospital, you must strictly follow the rules I have set.

Except for the security check, you are not allowed to touch anything else, and you are not allowed to step into the restricted area I have demarcated.

A month has passed, and Lao Yu's great work of piecing together is still stuck on the day I left, without an inch.

I don't know if he's pretending to be or if he really can't figure it out!

You must know that back then, Yu Xiaoshi was a peerless genius who could draw food stamps and money with his bare hands.

Although I strictly forbade Yoishi to bring any cell phones and cameras into him, I knew that with his memorable memory and innate talent for drawing......

After so many days, he was able to reproduce all the pieces and put them together in his office.

Perhaps, he would have completed the splicing business a long time ago.

It's just that he still carries the task assigned by someone, and he will come every week as promised to complete his mission.

Yu Xiaoshi has indeed changed!

Yesterday, Teacher Lu came over, and I could see it when Yu Xiaoshi was dragged by me to meet Teacher Lu.

My old classmate, in my heart, has lost my affection for Teacher Lu.

Although he has so much respect for Mr. Lu on the surface!

I really want to ask Lao Yu bluntly, what he has experienced over the years, so that the eighteen years of getting along with the juvenile class can't withstand the erosion of the worldly dye vat for eight years.

I wanted to ask him directly, what did he want?