Zhang Rishan's voice was slightly dim, "You said, should I ask her to sell it? In this way, she will never remember it and she can live happily in the next life."

Mr. Hei was stunned for a moment.

Then he sighed again, "Forget it, don't be so cruel, leave her some thoughts."

The wind blew across the banyan tree, and a yellow leaf fell and drifted away with the wind.

Unable to sell the blood jade, Qi Lechuan came back. She came back in a hurry and picked up the tea and drank it.

Then he complained to his parents.

"It's really strange. If I can't ship my goods, they actually said I'm unscrupulous. Hey, these guys, how could I send out good things? I'm still hiding them."

Mr. Hei sat up and followed her words, "Boy, drink slowly. It's not a loss to say that you are not moral. Then keep the jade yourself."

She nodded, but there was nothing she could do.

Zhang Rishan glanced at her several times, but he didn't mention it again when he saw her.

Nuannuan teased the little pink in the corner and took the time to look back.

The three of them laid out in a lounge chair and lay under the banyan tree, listening to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Qi Lechuan pressed his hands under his head, crossed his legs, and saw the sunshine through the dense leaves.

The sun passed quickly, and when all the leaves fell, they became bare again. At this time, winter ushered in, and the New Year was the time when winter came.

It has been 14 years since the Spring Festival.

Wuxie returned to the Wu family for the New Year and heard that his father was waiting for him at home.

The fat man suddenly got news at the end of this year and had sex with Jin Wantang again, and this year's Spring Festival was in Panjiayuan.

The Jie family mansion was empty and there was a murderous aura. Jie Yuhua began to clean up the people under her, and always had to reach a state of peace of mind.

The Huo family’s bright lights and wine are a kind of morbid joy. The Huo family’s position has not been selected, and Huo Xiuxiu’s whereabouts are unknown.

The Qi family’s old house is like every year, with lights and colorful decorations and joy.

I don’t know if the old guys in the Qi family discovered their conscience and even sent New Year’s gifts.

The elderly live in this area. They pay attention to traditional cultural customs and sing for several days during the Chinese New Year. The stage sets out on the square in the alley.

At night, the elderly are usually sitting in the audience, and no one will listen once it is past nine o'clock.

But their play didn't stop.

There have been rules since the Qin and Han dynasties, listening to guests from all directions, ordinary people from all directions, and gods from all directions.

There was one more person tonight. The eighth master of Qi's family sat in the center with a chair wrapped in a big jacket, and behind him was a man wearing a military coat. There was a mole on his forehead.

Fu Rong bent down and reminded, "It's too late, it's time to go back."

Qi Lechuan's eyes were tilted, "I'll leave after listening. I haven't heard the show for a long time."

Fu Rong stood up straight, then said nothing, waiting for her to finish listening.

After the crowd was gone, many wandering souls gathered. She sat in it, feeling a sense of indescribable crowding.

The plays on the stage are still singing.

Fu Rong had already started frowning. He was holding a piece of talisman paper in his hand, always alert.

Because she was gone, she was like a hot commodity, and she was immersed in the play and took a chair home after a song.

Fu Rong also breathed a sigh of relief.

After Qi Lechuan left, Zhang Rishan and Hei Xiazi watched from a distance.

Hei Xiazi raised his eyebrows, "Go back and have a hundred years old, what's wrong with worrying about?"

Zhang Rishan looked at him sideways, "Are you worried?"

"Nonsense, can I rest assured to such a good grandson?!"

The two of them walked towards the Qi family's old house with their mouths.

Under the street light, Qi Lechuan waved to them, "Grandpa Rishan, Heiye, it's time to access the gate."

"I understand." Mr. Hei replied.

The two of them speed up, otherwise this kid would really dare to keep the two old men out of the door.

The New Year has passed and everything is back on track. Qi Lechuan occasionally goes to the market.

The New Year passed and her birthday was her birthday, just like in previous years. The group of people came again and sent her a gift all over the room.

Hei Ye gave him a set of hair accessories that day and also got a set of ancient costumes.

They all knew that this costume was given to Qi Jiujiu every year and never changed his style. This was a gift for Jiujiu.

Hei Ye closed his eyes before bent his mouth and said, "Happy birthday, Xiaochuan, this year is developed, I will give you a whole set."

Qi Lechuan accepted it with a smile, "Thank you, Mr. Hei."

"It's good if you like it, it's good if you like it." Hei Ye repeated twice.

Jie Yuchen pushed him behind his back, telling him not to show his timidity.

Mr. Hei cleared his throat and straightened his back.

The few people present had different thoughts.

Hei Ye was the cannon fodder recommended by them, but fortunately she accepted it without any reaction.

In March, Qi Lechuan took Jiang Qinuan out to sketch. They went to a mountain village. The village was a newly built tourist area and had not been completed yet. Fortunately, the scenery inside was all original.

There is a strange custom here, which worships a stone statue exposed on the ground.ωωw.Biǐqυgétν.℃ǒＭ

Qi Lechuan also went to see it. It was a Buddha's head. It was only when his head was exposed to the ground, or maybe it was buried after experiencing a landslide.

The old man in the village said that this is the blessing of the mountain god for generations.

That day, Qi Lechuan stood far away, and he took a sketchbook to draw the scenery, and as he painted, he ran away.

The Buddha statue is backed by the mountain, and the head is so big. The body underneath is probably about twenty meters, and there may be space underneath. If you dig down the Buddha statue, it should be connected to an ancient tomb. Judging from the size, it must be a

Princes and ministers.

Jiang Qinuan only glanced at him, "Sister Xiaochuan, can't you go down?"

Qi Lechuan was interrupted, paused and raised his hand to open the next page, "Habitually speculate, no way down."

They stayed here for a week, and an archaeological team came during this tomb. They came for this tomb.

Because there are rules and regulations, the local old people's objections were ineffective. They started digging the next day. Just like Qi Lechuan painted, they dug twenty meters down to the height of the stone statue. When they went down to the depth of five meters, they dug the ancient tomb.

Qi Lechuan left after finishing painting, without stopping at all.

Jiang Qinuan thought it was her conscience to discover it, but on the evening during this period, Qi Lechuan had already carried her down. He was a hole that was stolen on the back of the mountain. It was much faster than the group of archaeologists, and he had already obtained a few.

A gadget.

On the way, Jiang Weifei came to pick them up. Qi Lechuan sat in the co-pilot's hand and played with a bead. Jiang Weifei thought she bought the tourist souvenirs.

But the more you look at it, the more wrong it is. It seems that the bead is real?

Nuannuan's mouth twitched straight, and she couldn't continue to agree, but she took out a lot of it.

After returning to the old house, Qi Lechuan was invited by Zhang Rishan to the ancestral hall.

Once you have learned the lesson, you will still be a teenager.
Chapter completed!