Everyone looked in the direction of his finger and suddenly exclaimed.
"Oh my god, it's tiger skin!"
I saw two servants, carefully carrying a white tiger skin, coming in through the door.
Mr. Lin's eyes suddenly shone with light, and he was so excited that he stood up from the Grand Master's chair and waved to the two servants: "Come forward."
The two servants quickened their pace and arrived in front of Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin looked at the tiger skin carefully, then stretched out his hand to touch it, and asked Lin Wen: "What kind of tiger is this?"
"Back to grandpa, this is a Siberian tiger." Lin Wen said respectfully.
Mr. Lin added: "A few days ago, I heard your dad say that you killed a tiger in Siberia. Is this the one?"
"Yes." Lin Wendao said: "We were on a mission in Siberia some time ago. This tiger suddenly jumped out of the forest. It was as tall as a person. It scared me so much."
"I heard that you beat it to death with your fists? Don't you have a gun? Why don't you use it? It's too dangerous."
Mr. Lin's words were full of concern.
Lin Wen said: "At that time, I really wanted to kill it with one shot, but after thinking about it, it was a beast. It would be unfair to kill it with one shot, so I decided to give it a fair chance to fight."
"This tiger was very fierce. He fought with me for half an hour before I killed him."
"Grandpa, I will use this tiger skin to make you a tiger skin coat later. What do you think?"
"Okay!" Mr. Lin agreed readily, took Lin Wen's hand and said with a smile: "Killing a tiger with two fists is worthy of me, the son of the Lin family. Okay, very good!"
On the other side, Lin Jun was a little unhappy.
Seeing Mr. Lin being so enthusiastic about Lin Wen, he felt as if he had eaten a lemon and felt sour in his heart.
At this time, Lin Liguo and his wife Li Muqing came forward.
"Father, this is the gift Mu Qing prepared for you. I wish you good health forever."
Lin Liguo said, passing a long box in his hand to Mr. Lin.
Mr. Lin winked, and Lin San took the box.
"Father, open it and take a look, and let us see what big brother has given you." Lin Liben said with a smile.
Lin Limin followed: "Father, this is a sign of filial piety from my eldest brother. You should see it."
"Grandpa, I'm also curious about what good things uncle gave you." Lin Jun said.
"All right!"
Mr. Lin ordered: "Lin San, open it for everyone to take a look."
"yes."
Lin San responded and opened the box, with a roll inside.
Gently unfold it, and a statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva appears in front of everyone.
In the painting, Manjushri Bodhisattva is sitting on a mighty lion, holding a sword in one hand and a scripture in the other.
Lifelike.
Lin Ling said disdainfully: "It's just a painting, what's so strange about it."
"Huh?" Lin San suddenly discovered a line of small words in the lower left corner of the painting. He quickly glanced at it, with shock on his face, and said, "Master, this is the authentic work of Wu Daozi."
What!
The expressions of everyone present changed.
Lin Ling didn't know why and asked: "Who is Wu Daozi?"
As soon as he said this, all eyes fell on Lin Ling, as if looking at a fool.
"What are you looking at me for?" Lin Ling asked in confusion.
"Don't open your mouth if you are not literate." Lin Limin said angrily: "Wu Daozi was a famous painter in the Tang Dynasty and was called the Saint of Painting."
Although Lin Ling was stupid, she understood something when she heard the word "Painting Saint".
Since ancient times, people who can be called "sages" are all outstanding figures, such as the sage Confucius, the sage Du Kang, the sage Du Fu, the sage Zhang Zhongjing, the sage Wang Xizhi, the sage Guan Yu, and the sage Swordsman.
Pei Min...
All of them are great people who will be famous throughout the ages.
At the same time, they also represent the highest pinnacle in their respective fields.
"I didn't expect that my eldest brother actually got the authentic work of Wu Daozi, and it's also a statue of Manjushri Bodhisattva. It's amazing."
Lin Limin exclaimed.
As we all know, Wu Daozi can draw anything, but he is best at painting Buddhism, Taoism, gods and ghosts, and figures.
It can be said that this painting is Wu Daozi's masterpiece.
The value is immeasurable.
"Mu Qing is interested." Mr. Lin smiled at Li Muqing and asked Lin San to put the painting away.
"Sister Lin, have you prepared a birthday gift for the old man?" Ye Qiu asked in a low voice.
Lin Jingjing said: "I have already given him a lot of face when I came back to attend the birthday banquet. I still want gifts, so there is no way."
When Ye Qiu heard this, he wanted to do something bad!
Neither you nor Lin Jingjing prepared any gifts, what should you do next?
After all, everyone gave gifts, and only the two of them were left.
Lin Jingjing saw Ye Qiu's worry and said, "How about I give grandpa a red envelope worth 1,000 yuan?"
"Don't, please don't. If you really do this, it won't be a birthday celebration, but a cause for trouble." Ye Qiu hurriedly advised.
"Looking at how scared you are, I was just joking."
At this moment, Lin Ling's voice came over: "Lin Jingqing, everyone has given gifts to grandpa, why can't I see you giving gifts to grandpa?"
"Did you not prepare a gift?"
"Lin Jingqing, I'm not telling you, you are too unfilial. You stayed out for a few years and didn't come back. You didn't give grandpa a gift on his birthday..."
"Who said Sister Lin didn't prepare a gift? Sister Lin had prepared the gift a long time ago." Ye Qiu stepped forward and politely said to Mr. Lin: "Hello, Mr. Lin, I am Ye Qiu, this is Sister Lin and I
A birthday gift carefully prepared for you.”
Ye Qiu took out a rosewood box and handed it to Mr. Lin.
Lin Jingjing's face was full of astonishment. When did Ye Qiu prepare the gift?
Subconsciously looking at Lin Liguo and Li Muqing, she thought it was her parents who helped prepare it. However, Lin Liguo and Li Muqing both shook their heads slightly.
Not them?
Lin Jingjing felt even more strange. Did Ye Qiu prepare the gift early in the morning and didn't tell me?
Little did she know that Ye Qiu had no choice but to take this thing out. Otherwise, not only would people laugh at him, but Lin Jingjing would also be labeled as unfilial.
"What's inside?" Mr. Lin asked softly without reaching out to pick up the box.
"It's a treasure." Ye Qiu replied with a smile.
"what exactly is it?"
When Mr. Lin asked this question, he suddenly released a strong pressure, his eyes were like sharp swords staring at Ye Qiu, piercing his heart.
Unexpectedly, Ye Qiu didn't seem to feel the pressure. Instead, he smiled and said, "If you want to know what's inside, just open it and take a look."
Mr. Lin was a little surprised. He did not expect that Ye Qiu was not afraid of his majesty. He took a deep look at Ye Qiu and took the wooden box.
In an instant, people around him stretched their necks to see what good things were inside the wooden box.
Mr. Lin opened the wooden box.
I found a bead as big as an egg lying inside the wooden box. It had a smooth surface and a color that seemed white but not white. It was neither a pearl nor a stone.
