The people on the second and third floors couldn't sit still.

Don't let them throw them down from the upper floors!

They couldn't even see where the spout was facing.

Go downstairs, have to go downstairs!

With Fang Zongtang here, Nie Sheng's father and son didn't dare to go so fast.

People are so magical, from the moment a person shows his ability, he begins to distinguish between young and old, men and women.

Directly determine the subordination relationship with the ability.

Li Taishan and Grandpa Bai Xi wanted to understand what was going on, but they were not interested in celadon, so they didn't go down.

What the younger generation thinks!

They weren't interested in celadon, what really interested them was pitching pots.

It's been a long time since they've played pitcher, and they want to play pitcher!

Li Taishan and Grandpa Bai Xi have a face of hatred that iron does not become steel, is it time to play?

These two little kings smashed ~

Who doesn't love to have fun?

From three years old to eighty, as long as they can grasp things in their hands, they like to play.

The booth in the middle was quickly surrounded by the crowd.

Fang Zongtang glanced at the stairs and saw that there was no one, so he stood up.

"Shall we go down and see the excitement too?"

No one says it's bad.

They're just waiting.

When she got to the first floor, she found an inconspicuous place to stand.

This time no one is playing penny-penny anymore.

Directly and seriously!

This is respect for celadon and respect for Boss Guan.

"I'll give 20,000."

"I'll give 30,000!"

"I'll give 40,000!"

It doesn't matter how much you bid, come up and pitch a pot first!

Whoever votes in has the final say.

Boss Guan, as the boss of celadon, is named by him to let whoever go first.

Boss Guan is not stupid, he is too Tai Chi about this problem, and he pushes it back again.

"On the first floor, the second floor, the third floor, one person each came up. Whoever comes up, consult for yourselves! ”

This answer, good answer!

It was quickly discussed.

After the three of them went up, each person had one chopstick, not verbose, not playing treasure, not taking up space, and standing aside after throwing.

Pity~

Not a single one threw it in!

One is that the spout is small, and the other is that the station is far away. It's exactly nine meters away, and it's not something that anyone can throw into with a flick of their arm.

This celadon leak is not so easy to pick up!

If none of the three people threw in, then they would be embarrassed and could only give up their positions to the people below.

The three of them didn't complain, and Lele left the scene.

As I walked down, I also exchanged my experience of pitching pots.

The sensei on the third floor is a foreigner, with an interpreter by his side, and he can also communicate with the other two people without barriers.

It can be seen that in some ways, there are no borders!

Duo Ye deliberately said it to the Lan family.

"See, it's called an auction. The guests and hosts were happy and happy. ”

"Where's your house? They are here to make enemies, and if they can't sell a thing, they will offend someone. ”

The Lan family wanted to cry without tears.

This is not at all what they thought, the specifications of their auction are according to Fubi and Guardian.

They wondered how a good auction had become a feud meeting.

It is still on the first, second and third floors, and this has become a rule for bidding.

Regardless of money, on the basis of equality for all, the competition is the skill of pitching pots.

There is no complaining, complaining that you are not as rich as others.

Money can't be compared to others to be ashamed, and you can't throw a pot into it, so it's not a shame!

The three of them went down happily again, and discussed as they walked, and they would come back again in a while.

Completely treat this auction as a playground.

(End of chapter)