Song Yi adjusted the color and stood beside Fang Zongtang.

"The colors are adjusted."

She put the brush aside and waited quietly for the reaction on the cowhide.

"If you have nothing to do, I'll help Chen Zhen sawed the marbles!"

Song Yi went to get busy again.

Everything written on the cowhide was revealed.

Pengyang defense map.

"Brother Zongtang, do you know the words on it?"

Fang Zongtang was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that something was wrong.

She was able to guess half-confused, why did she recognize the five words of Pengyang's defense map at once just now?

Thinking of this, her eyes sank for a moment.

Zhang Xingzu was taken aback, thinking that what he said had upset Fang Zongtang, so he hurriedly explained: "Brother Zongtang, I don't mean anything else, just ask casually." “

Her eyes flashed, and her tone was relaxed.

"It's okay, I was thinking about things. The words above, read, Pengyang defense map. ”

Zhang Xingzu saw it in his eyes, it was a ghost drawing.

"Brother Zongtang, you are still powerful. Our grandfather is also very powerful, and he knows such an old word. ”

yes, how did she meet?

Not only does she want to know, but it is estimated that her grandfather also wants to know!

"This picture, clay pots, incense burners, ancient coins and bronze horses were all dug out of the pits of the Western Han Dynasty." After she finished speaking, she pointed to a lot of things.

"Those too."

There are some bad rules, Zhang Xingzu dare not say it.

He had studied with Brother Zongtang for two years, and he also had some foundation, so he asked what he wanted to ask.

"Brother Zongtang, there is no porcelain in the Western Han Dynasty, right?"

She immediately squinted her eyes.

"The brain can finally remember something, the Western Han Dynasty, there is no porcelain. The next time someone points to the light bottle porcelain and says that it is from the Western Han Dynasty, you can tell him that your brain is in water, and you have to use a towel to absorb sweat! ”

Chen Zhen didn't hold back, he laughed directly, and with a force in his hand, he sawed the marbles open.

It's still a marble.

Zhang Xingzu had just finished laughing, and when he saw this, he laughed even more happily. He hurriedly picked up the marbles and handed them to Fang Zongtang.

"Brother Zongtang, ancient people also liked to play with nesting dolls?"

She pinched it twice, and threw the marbles into the chromogenic potion she had just made.

Within two minutes, it was bubbling inside. There was also a lot of black dirt coming out.

She was just about to reach out and fish it out, but Song Yi's fast fingers reached in, wiped it with a cloth, and handed it to her.

"Is this a dice?" Zhang Xingzu asked curiously.

She also came to the spirit, and thought that it was at most a golden pimple, or an ancient jade or something, but she didn't expect it to be a dice inlaid with agate and turquoise, carved patterns and words!

"This thing is no longer something that can be measured by the word antique!" She was so excited that she thought of what she had just thrown into the potion, and she wished she could give herself two blows.

Hurry up and remedy.

Zhang Xingzu remembered the meteorite night pearl that Ma Kaiping sold last time, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Zongtang, which is more expensive this kind of meteorite night pearl?" ”

She said as she carefully processed it, "There's no way to compare values. Let me tell you this, meteorites and gemstones are everywhere. But the dice in my hand are left by our ancestors, and they are unique things, and they must not flow out. ”

Zhang Xingzu looked cautious: "If you say so, I understand." More important than meteorites! ”

She finished the dice in her hand and set them aside to dry. Send Chen Zhen away, and then put together the bottle.

"I'll come in person, what should you be busy with, what are you busy doing!"

Chen Zhen glanced down at the marbles in his hand and carefully handed them to Fang Zongtang.

I never expected that the second one would go out wonderful~

"What the hell is this?" She threw it out with her hand, far away.

Song Yi didn't think about it, grabbed her hand, rushed all the way outside, stretched out his hand, and rubbed her hand repeatedly with the help of the rain.

Nine chapters are over, and tomorrow continues!

(End of chapter)