With the previous highlights, the Maojian and Tieguanyin that came out later could no longer attract Qiu Jingrong at all.

He is half-paralyzed on the sofa at the moment, holding three cans of tea from selling his daughter in his arms, and he has nothing to love.

Seeing his lack of interest, Qiao Yiran took out two small jars from the side of the big bag. Looking at the tea cans in front, these two are particularly pocket-sized. Qiu Jingrong also unconsciously looked at it twice.

"I changed Jiu'er to live for a year and a half. Splendid Tea King Xiangzhuqing, and ......" Speaking of this, Qiao Yiran deliberately paused.

Qiu Jingrong's body did not move, but his ears were straight and straight. He knows that it is the most expensive tea in the history of Pu'er, and the oldest tea tree is more than 3,200 years old, so it shouldn't be that tea tree, right? And what about the other can? This splendid tea king is still small, it is estimated that there are not even five grams of tea with cans!

"There is still a gram ......" Qiao Yiran wanted to satisfy Qiu Jingrong's appetite before he slowly spoke, "Golden gourd tribute tea!" ”

Gourd Tribute Tea!

Qiu Jingrong was sure that there was nothing wrong with his ears, it was indeed gourd tribute tea! Jingua Gong Tea is known as the "Divine Tea" of Pu'er, the national second-class object, and now it is only for people to visit and worship!

"You, you, where did you get it from?"

Qiu Jingrong was so shocked that he "lost his face", and just wanted to keep that little gram as his own and keep it as a family heirloom. If you're lucky enough to take another sip......

"A friend." Qiao Yiran casually played with the smallest jar in his hand, don't look at this little one, it took a lot of effort to get it.

"Put it down! Don't break it! Qiu Jingrong's eyes were glued to the small jar, and he stretched out his hand nervously, always ready to rescue the gourd tribute tea in case he accidentally fell.

"Change Jiu'er to live for a year and a half."

The heat in Qiu Jingrong's eyes faded a little, but he still stared at the small jar. I was full of resentment towards Qiao Yiran in my heart, and I actually tempted him with golden gourd tribute tea, which was really hateful! This bastard is really a first-class bad! You must let Yun'er know his ugly face!

Qiao Yiran is not in a hurry, he has time for Uncle Rong to weigh the pros and cons. The coffee in front of him was full of fragrance, and Jiu'er's craftsmanship had always been so in line with his appetite. Take a sip and bend down to take out the rectangular wooden box from your bag.

"Dad, my son-in-law recently got a few lake pens, I heard that it was from the end of the Ming Dynasty and the beginning of the Qing Dynasty."

Lake pen? Lake pen and Hui ink, rice paper, Duan inkstone and called "four treasures of the house", known as the "crown of the pen", he himself also has, not rare, it is estimated that it is also the difference of the year. However, what the hell is the son-in-law!

However, no matter how many slots in his heart he had, they all came to naught the moment Qiao Yiran opened the box.

I saw that from small to large in the box, there were five lake pens arranged in a ladder shape. Judging from the selection of materials to the carving of the pen barrel, it is actually a set.

These lake pens pay attention to the selection of materials, the craftsmanship is fine, the thick ones have a large bowl mouth, and the thin ones are like embroidery needles. The tip of the pen is like a cone, after the tip of the pen is flattened, it is like a knife cut, the tip of the pen is round and full, and the tip of the pen is erect and elastic.

Fine! It's a boutique!

Qiu Jingrong's eyes straightened when he saw it. Tea tasting is one of his hobbies, and collecting brushes is the second of these hobbies. It's just that he's just starting out and doesn't know much about these things, so there's nothing particularly interesting about the collection.

However, if he had this set of lake pens, his collection level would not be the same!

"Dad?"

"Ahem! Not bad! ”

"Use these to live in another garden for Jiu'er, and live until she wants to go home." Qiao Yiran took out a suitable one from the box and put it on the coffee table, closed the box, and isolated Qiu Jingrong's scorching gaze.

"One?" Think beautifully!

"Those two." Joe Yiran took out the smallest one again.

"All!"

"Deal."

Final word.

Qiao Yiran quickly put the two sticks he took out back into the box, and pushed them all to Qiu Jingrong. For those who like them, they are priceless, and for Qiao Yiran, nothing is more important than Qiuyun!

Of course, it's not that Qiu Yun can't do these dead things in Qiu Jingrong's heart, but he himself is willing to be with Qiu Yun and Qiao Yiran, if not, Jinshan Yinshan will not work.