Chapter Twenty-Nine: Uncle Ming!

The two soon came to Jixiangju, and there was a gold ingot paper bundle outside the door, which was very recognizable.

As soon as the people in the store saw Song Yi coming, they immediately stepped forward enthusiastically.

"Mr. Song, the full set you ordered some time ago, my master has already prepared it in the backyard, and there are two golden carriages and a mansion, and they are all ready."

After the clerk finished speaking, he saw the things hanging in Song Yi's hand.

Is Mr. Song such a powerful rich man also eating roadside stalls?

Song Yi smiled and introduced Fang Zongtang to the clerk: "My wife, just came back, she still has to pick some things herself." ”

The clerk looked at Fang Zongtang, and his eyes were about to fall to the ground.

"Congratulations to Mr. Song, congratulations to Mr. Song, my master knows that he will be happy for you. Do you choose here or in the backyard? ”

Song Yi's smile deepened: "Backyard." ”

Clerk: "Okay, I'll show Mr. Song and Mrs. Song." ”

Behind the small door face, there is another Qiankun. As soon as she entered, she was shocked by the mountains of paper.

Intricately crafted gold mountains and silver bars and silver dollars, as well as a cash cow cornucopia, chariot and horse kits. Further inside, there are mansions and paper vases.

It's simply something that only people can't think of, and no paper master can't do.

Out of the corner of her eye, she swept to a dagger thrown on the iron pier, and she walked over a few steps, and was about to pick it up to look at it, but she was stopped by drinking.

"Don't move, the knife that has been sharpened, fast. I cut my hand, and it's not good to see blood! "An old man in his sixties came out of a pile of papers.

After seeing who it was, Fang Zongtang couldn't help but scream.

"Uncle Ming."

The person who was called Uncle Ming stiffened and quickly put on the glasses hanging around his neck.

"Brother Zongtang?"

Fang Zongtang immediately smiled and kicked aside the carriage and horse blocking the road.

"Uncle Ming, aren't you selling calligraphy and paintings? How did you do this? ”

Uncle Ming was angry and carefully put aside the carriage and horse that she kicked down.

"Be careful, these are burned for your grandfather."

After hearing this, Fang Zongtang's attitude changed one hundred and eighty degrees, and he hurriedly ran over to check.

"You didn't kick it off, did you?"

The other emotions in Uncle Ming's eyes were kicked away by Fang Zongtang's kick. said angrily and funny: "If it's broken, it's bad, you're still afraid that your grandfather will run away in a carriage~"

She immediately laughed.

After the joke, Uncle Ming immediately asked the matter: "Ten years, where have you gone?" Pomegranate Boy, I'm going crazy looking for you! ”

Song Yi hurriedly explained: "Uncle Ming, it's not that exaggerated. ”

Fang Zongtang immediately turned his head to settle accounts with Song Yi: "He pretended to be so calm, and he didn't tell me earlier that it was Uncle Ming's shop, I brought a bunch of roadside stalls, but I didn't bring any gifts." ”

Song Yi smiled and didn't answer.

Uncle Ming handed the bamboo knife on the iron pier to Fang Zongtang: "Don't say pomegranate boy as soon as you come back, he is different from the original now, save some face." ”

She explained to Uncle Ming about the next ten years, and then said disapprovingly, "What's different about him, it's not two eyes and one nose." Or did he have an aunt and wife while I was away? ”

Without waiting for Song Yi to explain, Uncle Ming said it first.

"With you as powerful, does he dare?"

Fang Zongtang looked down at the bamboo knife, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I'm not here for ten years, who knows?" ”

Uncle Ming snorted angrily and grabbed the bamboo knife from her hand.

"Don't hit me with the idea of something as soon as you come, this short knife, can't be given to you, follow me into the house, there is something for you!"

Fang Zongtang wondered, and joked with a smile: "I can't even give a rusty deer cutting knife, what good things can I give~"